Hard work after winning the lottery

Hua Yun stood not far away, watching her son's grown-up demeanor, her eyes almost overflowing with laughter.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the team, the second oldest, Sile, is also showing off his social skills.

A little girl, about four or five years old, held her mother's hand and looked timidly at the fluffy little creatures in the sheepfold, her lips pursed, looking like she was about to cry.

"Mommy...I'm scared...Will the sheep bite me?"

Sile charged forward like a small cannonball.

He was holding a foxtail grass in his hand, which he presented to the little girl like a treasure.

"Don't be afraid, little sister! The lamb eats grass and won't bite! Look, it's very well-behaved!"

As he spoke, he ran to the fence first, stretched out his little hand, and skillfully touched the warm back of a lamb.

The little lamb affectionately rubbed its head against his palm.

"Look! It likes me!" Sile turned around and gave the little girl a bright smile, revealing a tooth that was missing.

That smile was brighter than the summer sun.

The little girl's eyes lit up immediately; fear was replaced by curiosity.

With Sile's encouragement and demonstration, she finally mustered up the courage and, with her mother's help, touched the soft, warm wool.

"Wow! Mommy! It's so soft!"

The girl's exclamation was like a beautiful musical note.

Soon, Sile became friends with his new friends. Like an enthusiastic little tour guide, he led a group of little ones, pointing this way and saying, "This is a newborn lamb, it needs to drink milk!" Then he pointed that way and shouted, "That fattest one is called 'General'! I raised it!"

He gestured wildly, his eyebrows dancing with excitement, becoming the undisputed king of the city kids.

As for the youngest, Si Tao, his interests are even more unique.

He didn't like giving orders or making friends. He was like a little observer, with his big, dark eyes always following the adults' actions.

His grandmother, Li Guifen, tore off a ticket, and he picked up a leaf and carefully tore it off as well.

Grandma picked up the radish stamp, dipped it in ink, and slapped it onto the ticket.

He then picked up a small pebble and pressed it hard on his "leaf ticket".

He was immersed in his own world, mimicking every step of the process, his expression focused and satisfied.

He seemed to have an endless desire to explore the complete process of this "job".

Around noon, the tourists took a short break, and Hua Yun called the three little ones, who were covered in sweat, to the sun umbrella.

"Come on, Mommy's three little helpers, thank you for your hard work!"

She magically produced a small insulated box from behind her back, inside which were three small puddings made with fresh goat milk, just taken out of the refrigerator.

"Wow! Pudding!"

The three little ones' eyes lit up, and they cheered and rushed over.

"This is today's 'wage'." Hua Yun gently rubbed their sweat-dampened hair and said softly, "It's a reward for Si'an to maintain order, a reward for Sile to entertain the children, and a reward for Sitao to study hard."

"Salary?" Si'an tilted her head, seemingly trying to understand this new word.

"Yes, this is the reward you received because you did a good job."

Sile couldn't wait to tear open the packaging, took a big, delicious bite, and mumbled, "Mommy, I have to 'work' tomorrow! I have to earn 'wages'!"

Si Tao followed her brother's example and nodded vigorously.

To them, this little pudding carries more weight than any expensive toy.

That was the joy and recognition they earned honestly through their own "labor".

In the afternoon, a minor conflict occurred at the sheep farm.

Two little boys from different families were fighting over the same milk bottle, neither willing to give in, and it looked like they were about to come to blows.

"I got it first!"

"No! I saw it first!"

Just as both sets of parents were about to intervene, Si'an and Sile ran over hand in hand.

"Don't steal things!" Si'an, as the "Order Officer," immediately put on a stern face.

Sile then held up her baby bottle and shook it: "How about we take turns feeding him? You feed him a sip, then he feeds him a sip, the little lamb can eat twice, and he'll be even happier!"

He pointed to a little lamb standing nearby, its eyes fixed on them.

The little boy, who had been sulking, looked at Sile, then at the lamb, and actually let go.

"Oh well."

A minor incident was resolved by these two little ones in the most childlike way.

Hua Yun watched from the side, a warm feeling welling up in her heart.

She saw her children growing at a visible pace through their interactions with these children from all over the country.

They became more generous, no longer the little tyrants who would protect everything and shout "mine!"

They learned to share and understand how to exchange their toys for the friendship of others.

They even began to learn how to resolve conflicts and handle the minor frictions that belong to the world of children.

In the evening, as Li Guifen counted the thick wad of banknotes in the money box and smiled from ear to ear, the three little ones lined up to report their "spoils of war" to their mother.

"Mom, no one cut in line today!" Si'an said proudly.

Sile exclaimed excitedly, "Mom, I made five new friends today!"

Sitao held up her leaf ticket covered in "stone stamps" and said earnestly, "Mom, I can sell tickets now."

Hua Yun knelt down and embraced the three little ones one by one.

Night gently descended, and the village, which had been bustling all day, finally returned to tranquility.

Hua Yun held the three little heads in her arms, her nose filled with the faint scent of milk and grass emanating from the children, her heart overflowing with joy.

The newly installed solar streetlights, like a row of loyal guards, stand quietly on both sides of the village road, casting their soft glow and illuminating the way home as bright as day.

In the blink of an eye, the end of summer vacation has quietly slipped away.

The office of Baixi Village Committee, which is usually only occupied by a few elderly people playing chess and drinking tea, was packed with people today, with even people standing at the door.

The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and sweat, but no one found it unpleasant; instead, it was filled with an irrepressible excitement.

Village Party Secretary Zhang sat in the main seat, his face, etched with the wrinkles of time, now beaming like a blooming sunflower.

He cleared his throat, and his usually loud voice trembled slightly today.

He adjusted his reading glasses and picked up a piece of paper covered with numbers from the table.

"Folks, quiet down, let's have a debriefing meeting."

The room fell silent instantly, and dozens of eyes turned to him, their gazes burning with anticipation.

Secretary Zhang's finger landed heavily on the first number on the paper.

"This summer, the total number of tourists received by Baixi Village has increased by...40% compared to last year!"

"boom!"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

"Forty percent? Did I hear that right?"

"Wow! It's almost halfway done!"

Hua Shi excitedly slapped his thigh, making a crisp "smack" sound, but he didn't feel any pain at all, just grinning foolishly.