The Lucky Farmgirl has a Pocket Dimension

After he finished speaking, he pretended to stand up, Zhao Zhitong panicked, stretched out his hand and dragged him back, then grinned at Zhao Yue and said, "No! If you dare to go, I will beat you up. We didn't plot bad things!"

Zhao Yue had a look of disbelief, "Can you beat me up?"

Zhao Zhitong snorted coldly: "My name is Lan Lan and Qiao Muchen, and I will beat you together."

Qiao Muchen and Wei Shulan immediately shook their fists at Zhao Yue.

Zhao Yue shrunk his neck subconsciously, and then leaned over again and said, "Why don't you let me tell my husband, then you have to bring me one."

After Zhao Zhitong and the three looked at each other, they finally nodded in agreement, but emphasized: "You can't tell others!"

"Don't worry, don't worry." Zhao Yue assured, patted his chest, and then squeezed under the table: "Hey, Qiao Muchen, move over there."

Then, the three little ones turned into four little ones, and Zhao Zhitong continued: "Sir, I must miss my child very much, and my elder brother must also want to see my father very much, so we have to help my husband and elder brother get back together." .”

The three looked at Zhao Zhitong one after another: "How can we help them?"

Zhao Zhitong thought for a while, and when he waved to the three of them, Qiao Muchen and the others approached Zhao Zhitong one after another.

"Well, I have a good idea..."

...

After lunch, the four little radish heads began to search for Meng Fusheng all over the school.

In the end, they really found it, this time not on the locust tree, but on the courtyard wall.

Zhao Zhitong glanced at Qiao Muchen, and said in a low voice, "We will follow the plan."

Then he turned and ran towards Mr.'s study.

At this time, Meng Fusheng on the fence had already spotted several little guys.

Seeing them again, Meng Fusheng greeted them with a smile: "Hey, little guys, are you looking for me?"

"Yeah, yes, Brother Meng, we are looking for you." Qiao Muchen nodded, and then said with Xingxingyan: "Brother Meng, we all admire you so much, can you teach us some tricks?"

Hearing their intentions, Meng Fusheng suddenly laughed: "You don't study hard, what are you doing?"

Qiao Muchen immediately pretended to be pitiful: "Brother Meng, I'm not in good health and always get sick. I heard from the doctor that practicing martial arts can strengthen the body, so I thought I could learn a few tricks from Brother Meng."

Meng Fusheng looked at Qiao Muchen and found that this child was indeed thin and weak, especially when compared with the little boy beside him, he looked even thinner.

So he thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay, I'll teach you a few tricks, practice more on weekdays, not only can strengthen your body, but also self-defense."

After finishing speaking, he jumped down from the fence lightly.

Qiao Muchen and the others were stunned by that handsome posture, and almost forgot the business.

After waking up, Qiao Muchen hurriedly said again: "Brother Meng, the place here is too small, let's go to the locust tree, there is a lot of space."

Meng Fusheng was not suspicious, so he nodded and followed Qiao Muchen and the others to the locust tree.

At the same time, Zhao Zhitong was pulling his husband towards the locust tree.

Mr. Meng: "You girl, why did you throw your pen under the locust tree?"

Zhao Zhitong held the husband's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and said to Meng Xuejiao in a childlike voice: "I don't know, I came to study under the locust tree with Qiao Muchen, and after reading the book, the brush disappeared , It was given to me by my husband, but I lost it, it was my fault."

As he spoke, he looked so sad that he was about to cry.

Seeing it, Meng Xuejiao felt distressed, and hurriedly comforted him: "It's all right, let's look for it, if we really can't find it, the master will give you another one, there is nothing we can't beat."

Then the two started looking for it on the grass. At this moment, Zhao Zhitong suddenly asked in a childish voice: "Sir, do you have your own children?"

Suddenly asked about this child by Zhao Zhitong, Meng Xuexue was taken aback, and then laughed: "Of course I have, I have a son, well, now, he should be about the same height as me."

While saying these words, Meng Xuexue showed a trace of longing in his eyes.

Zhao Zhitong asked again: "Sir, where is Big Brother? Why haven't I seen Big Brother?"

Meng Xuejiao suddenly stroked his beard and looked towards the sky: "He is not here, he has gone to fight for righteousness, I may not have seen him for a long time."

Zhao Zhitong blinked: "Wow, you are a chivalrous man, big brother must be very, very powerful!"

Meng Xuejiao suddenly laughed: "Well, it's quite powerful. I heard that it has done a lot of good deeds of chivalry."

Zhao Zhitong: "Wow, big brother is really amazing, then he must be the pride of Mr."

Meng Xuejiao suddenly rubbed Zhao Zhitong's head: "Stupid children, even if they are not very good, as long as they are the children of their parents, they are the most proud of them in their parents' hearts."

"father……"

Suddenly a slightly trembling voice sounded, causing Meng Xuexue to freeze in place.

Then there was another cry: "Father! I'm sorry, it's my son who is unfilial!"

Looking at the old back, Meng Fusheng's eyes turned red. He always thought that his father didn't like him and was ashamed of him, but now he heard what his father said in his heart, and he realized that his father had always been proud of him!

Thinking of how self-willed I was, and never coming back after running away, I felt that I was really unfilial!

And Meng Xuejiu stiffened his body, not daring to turn around to look at it, for fear that it was still a dream, and if he turned around, he would wake up from the dream.

After a long time, he turned around stiffly and looked around, and answered as if it was an old father and his son's daily inquiry: "Hey, I'm back."

However, there was a slight tremor in that voice.

Zhao Zhitong winked at Qiao Muchen and the others, who immediately understood and ran away quietly.

Then, a few little radish heads quietly squatted in the grass not far away, looking towards the big tree.

They couldn't hear the conversation between the two, but they could see the joy and excitement of the husband. Meng Daxia knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the husband. The two stopped talking for a long time.

"Did you cry, sir? Why can't you hear what's being said?" Zhao Yue squeezed forward, trying to hear their conversation with his ears sideways.

Zhao Zhitong was directly blocked by him, and he said angrily: "Oh, Zhao Yue, don't block me, I can't even see."

As he spoke, he went to pull Zhao Yue, Zhao Yue subconsciously pulled Qiao Muchen, Wei Shulan went to help Zhao Zhitong, and then the four little guys rolled out of the grass.

Just at this moment, the gentleman came over, and they rolled to the feet of the gentleman, and were caught by the gentleman.

The four little ones immediately got up from the ground, obediently stood in a row, saluted and said hello: "Hello, sir."

Mr. did not speak.

Zhao Zhitong immediately admitted his mistake obediently: "Sir, I'm sorry, I lied, but I didn't lose my pen."

It was the first pen given to her by her husband, she treasured it, how could she lose it.

Looking at these little radish heads, Meng Xuejiu smiled.

Now, if he doesn't know that these little guys are doing it, he will be really stupid.

So he reached out and rubbed Zhao Zhitong's little head: "Sir, I know your intentions, and thank you for your intentions, sir."

Zhao Zhitong immediately grinned, and asked without seeing Meng Fusheng, "Sir, where's the big brother?"