Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

Gu Changfeng stuffed two grain coupons into Wang Hu's hand and turned to walk back.

The morning breeze stirred up the yellow dust on the ground.

He glanced at his own courtyard gate.

The wooden door was half-open, and the aroma of millet porridge wafted out from the crack.

Lin Wanrou stood by the stove, holding a wooden spoon in her hand, stirring the contents of a large aluminum pot.

The rising steam gave her usually pale face a bit more color.

She has excellent hearing.

She overheard most of the conversation outside the courtyard, the "treasure map," and Gu Changfeng's whisper when he gave the grain coupons to Wang Hu.

This is not child's play.

Lin Wanrou paused for a moment, a drop of scalding rice porridge splashing onto the back of her hand. She didn't pull her hand away, but simply picked up a rag and wiped it off casually.

Three-year-old Ya Ya can kick a 100-pound stone lock away and can tame military dogs completely.

Gu Changfeng didn't return all night. When he came back, he carried the smell of gunpowder and the cold, hard rust of iron.

The piece of paper with the drawing of a hunchback and a black box had been tucked into Gu Changfeng's military uniform pocket last night, with a corner sticking out.

She was a country woman, unfamiliar with warfare and catching spies. But she understood human nature, the look in someone's eyes when they desperately wanted to protect something.

This father and daughter are playing with fire.

Lin Wanrou turned down the fire in the stove and took out a jar of treasured lard from the deepest part of the cupboard. She scooped out a large spoonful and melted it into the piping hot pickled vegetable and shredded pork.

Since there's going to be a war, then the people need to be well-fed. That's the only thing she can do.

"Mom! I'm hungry!"

Meng Yaya rushed into the kitchen like a little cannonball and rubbed against Lin Wanrou's leg.

Gu Changfeng followed behind, holding the empty enamel mug in his hand. The murderous aura on his face vanished completely the moment he stepped across the threshold.

"Let's eat." Gu Changfeng put down the enamel mug and reached out to take the heavy work from Lin Wanrou's hands.

Lin Wanrou avoided it.

She placed a large bowl of overflowing white rice in front of Gu Changfeng, topped with a thick layer of braised pork broth and several large pieces of fatty and lean meat.

"Eat first, then go about your work." Lin Wanrou's voice was soft, but it carried a firmness she didn't usually have.

Gu Changfeng was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her.

Lin Wanrou didn't look at him. She turned around and served Ya Ya a small bowl of soft rice porridge, and then added two pieces of the tenderest egg.

"Last night, I took apart your military jacket." Lin Wanrou said with her back to Gu Changfeng, her tone as calm as if she were saying that the weather was nice today. "The area under the arm was badly worn, so I patched it with a layer of canvas and sewed a hidden pocket inside the front."

Gu Changfeng stopped eating. That spot was exactly where he usually hid his spare magazine and short dagger. No one had known before.

"It's too tight to take things out, so I left half an inch of leeway." Lin Wanrou placed a plate of sliced ​​salted duck eggs in the middle of the table. "Don't wear such thin clothes when you go out in the future."

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Holding the bowl, Meng Yaya's big, dark eyes darted around her parents.

Oh dear, this isn't a little white rabbit at all; it's clearly a female leopard that hasn't even grown its claws yet.

Seeing through things without saying a word, and even delivering the knife with pinpoint accuracy. With that kind of awareness, you could easily become the head of the logistics department in the apocalypse.

"I understand." Gu Changfeng didn't explain further, picked up a large piece of fatty meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it with extra force.

Three words are worth more than a thousand.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was strange. No one spoke; the only sounds were the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks.

After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, Meng Yaya let out a burp and licked the rice grains from the corner of her mouth with her tongue.

"Dad, does that uncle like to play hide-and-seek?" Meng Yaya asked in her childish voice.

Gu Changfeng put down his chopsticks, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and said, "Hmm, he's been hiding it quite well."

"Then let's leave a crack in the door for him."

Meng Yaya grabbed a chopstick from the table and rummaged through the plate of salted duck eggs.

There were originally four and a half duck eggs on the plate, arranged in a circle, like an iron bucket.

She picked out one of the duck eggs, put it in her mouth, and the circle was chipped off.

"I don't like egg yolks, they're too dry," Meng Yaya said indistinctly. "If we leave this opening, the mice will smell it and crawl in to steal the yolks."

Gu Changfeng stared at the gap for two seconds...

Coal shed!

That was a blind spot in the entire compound's defenses, and also the place that the spy was most concerned about.

As long as we deliberately create an opening at that location, remove the visible sentries, leaving only the hidden ones...

"This is a risky move." Gu Changfeng tapped his fingers on the table. "What if the rat bites someone?"

"A rat can't bite a person."

Meng Yaya pulled out a handful of cockleburs she had casually picked from the back mountain from her pocket; they were thorny wild fruits.

She tossed the thorny fruit next to the gap.

"I prepared some good food for the mice."

Meng Yaya smiled innocently, revealing a set of small, white teeth.

Those were mutated cockleburs that she had nurtured using spiritual spring water in her spatial dimension.

Once it gets on your clothes, this stuff releases a special kind of sticky substance that can't be washed off, has a strong odor, and its thorns can pierce through the soles of your shoes.

Gu Changfeng looked at the few inconspicuous little spiky balls. Although he didn't know what the secret was, he believed in the girl's strangeness.

"OK."

Gu Changfeng stood up, picked up the military cap hanging on the wall, and put it on properly.

"These next few days I'll be overseeing the rehearsals for the 'All-Army Grand Competition' at the regimental headquarters. That coal shed is in a remote location, so nobody goes there. I'm planning to remove the sentry post there and move it to the front gate to maintain order."

He spoke very loudly, so loudly that even Mrs. Zhang, who was hanging clothes to dry in her yard next door, could hear him.

Just then, a man in blue overalls pushing a garbage cart passed by outside the neighboring courtyard wall.

The man's pace slowed noticeably, then he pulled his hat down low and quickly pushed his cart away.

The fish has taken the bait.

Gu Changfeng walked to the door and glanced back. Lin Wanrou was squatting on the ground putting shoes on Meng Yaya.

"Come back early tonight." Lin Wanrou didn't look up.

"Okay." Gu Changfeng strode out.

Meng Yaya put on her shoes and stomped her feet on the ground.

"Mom, I'm going to Sister Zhang's house to play with Gangzi."

Lin Wanrou stood up and dusted off her hands.

She walked to the corner of the wall, picked up a thick-backed wood-chopping knife that she usually used to chop firewood, and sharpened it on the whetstone a couple of times, the sound grating and eerie.

"Go on, but don't go too far." Lin Wanrou placed the gleaming wood-chopping knife in the most convenient spot behind the door. "If anyone dares to bully you, just shout 'Mom!'"

Looking at the gleaming wood-chopping knife, Meng Yaya couldn't help but give her mother a thumbs up in her heart.

Is this the legendary "a mother's strength"?

That's so bold.

Now that the home front is secure, she has to go to the front lines and give that big rat a little something extra.

Meng Yaya, carrying her little yellow schoolbag, swaggered out the door.

At this moment, in every corner of the compound, Wang Hu and his "Child Detective Team" were lying in wait at various high vantage points.

"See that? That guy in the blue shirt went into the public restroom." Wang Hu had a White Rabbit candy in his mouth and a broken pair of binoculars in his hand.

"Boss, should we throw firecrackers at him?" one of the underlings asked eagerly.

"Bullshit! Little Ya Ya said we should play the long game."

Wang Hu smacked his underling on the head. "Keep a close eye on them! Anyone who loses them will have all their candy confiscated!"

Meng Yaya walked to the vicinity of the coal shed.

This place is usually piled with discarded honeycomb briquette ash from various households, making it very dirty with black ash everywhere.

She stopped under an old locust tree a dozen meters away from the coal shed. Her small hands were behind her back, and a faint green light emanated from her fingertips—the energy of her wood-based supernatural power.

"Go," Meng Yaya silently recited in her heart.

A few mutated cocklebur seeds mixed in with the soil rolled silently along the crack in the ground to the only way to the broken wooden door of the coal shed.

If anyone steps on it, the pungent pain will be enough to give that spy a real hard time.

After finishing all this, Meng Yaya yawned. The rest was up to her cheapskate father, Gu Changfeng.

If you can't even catch a lame spy, then you might as well quit being a commander and go home to sell sweet potatoes.

The net has now been cast, and all that's left is for the rats to come out of their holes.

but……

Meng Yaya patted her round belly; catching spies was too physically demanding.

To reward myself for working so hard, shouldn't I treat myself to some perks?

For example, could we help those cheap parents who sleep in separate rooms all the time to "improve" a little?

Meng Yaya looked at Gu Changfeng, who was sweating on the training field not far away, and then thought of Lin Wanrou at home, who was sharpening her knife.

The little girl's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

It seems I'll have to fall seriously ill tonight.