Hiding in the mountains to watch the end of the world

"Speaking of which, Brat Mian is also from a big city, you can just ask him and you will know."

Zhao Dajun thought about it, yes, and quickly asked, "Mian'er, you are in Changfeng, how are you doing over there?"

Zhao Mian thought, Changfeng is an important city after all, so naturally it won't be too bad, but Qi Bei, I really can't tell, it depends on how to manage it, "In any case, there are nearly [-] troops, so it won't be too bad Where did you go?"

Only then did Zhao Dajun feel relieved, drank his saliva, wiped his mouth, and was full.

Everyone eats very quickly, let alone dry food. The carriage is a rebuilt board. It is very simple. It is much larger than the ox cart. There are courtyard walls, but there are not many.

"Mian'er, take a trip back first, and we'll come out when we get back." Zhao Dajun said.

Zhao Mian nodded, and it will be almost dark when he goes back in the afternoon, and the construction will start tomorrow, so it will be almost two or three days.

Zhao Mian transported the stones to the yard over there, and everyone helped unload them. Zhao Mian pretended to have something to do, so he stopped helping and went straight home. An Huaize hadn't come back yet, Zhao Mian frowned.

An An was crying all the time, and Zhao's mother was coaxing An An, and she couldn't stop coaxing her.

"Oh, this child has been crying for a long time, and Ozawa hasn't come back, so come and give him a hug." Mother Zhao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her son came back, and hurried over.

Zhao Mian took An An over, "Stop crying, stop crying."

"Wow, woo..." An An's face was red from crying, and it slowly stopped after being hugged by her father, and it took a long time to stop.

"Ouch, you are crying, please feed An An something to eat. She drank milk powder in the morning and went to sleep. I didn't eat this morning, poor thing." Mother Zhao hurried to make milk powder.

Zhao Mian held An An in his arms, afraid of choking on the milk, so he didn't dare to breastfeed him, Zhao's mother had no choice.

Zhao's mother was distressed, the milk powder had just been prepared, and it was still hot, "Oh, it's not okay, it's not a day or two for Ozawa to learn crafts, how can An An get away like this."

"Isn't it? Mother has been hugging and coaxing her for a long time. An An is too clingy." Liu Cuihua didn't dare to say anything, but she just didn't like An An, and she came here to compete for the tiger's favor.

"There's no way this kid can recognize anyone." Zhao's mother didn't think there was anything wrong, she was the mother of several children, and there was no one who was not clingy when she was a child.

Liu Cuihua curled her lips, if An An only clings to her sister-in-law, her parents must have an opinion. The problem is that now that An An is also clinging to her uncle, her parents don't think it's a big deal. It's really good luck.

An An was still hiccupping softly, and kept looking at the door, she was expecting a father, but fortunately Zhao Mian didn't cry anymore.

"I won't go out tomorrow, mother, I'll go upstairs and feed."

"All right, all right, go change your clothes, mother go and call Xiao Ze back." Mother Zhao handed the baby bottle to her son.

"Mom, there's no need to call, I'll just put An An to sleep." Zhao Mian hurriedly called Zhao's mother to stop.

"An'an doesn't sleep in the afternoon, is that okay?" Zhao's mother was worried.

"It's okay, I'm tired from crying." Zhao Mian nodded, not wanting to disturb Ozawa's study.

Zhao's mother muttered a few words, but she didn't insist. It's not good to say that Ozawa went to learn crafts, but it's okay to leave the child at home if he doesn't come back for so long. Let's talk about him tonight.

Zhao's mother sat down and continued to mend the clothes. The head of the family still had several sons' clothes to mend, and Liu Cuihua was also mending the clothes.

An Huaize didn't wake up until the evening, he didn't go back at noon, the seventh uncle didn't eat at noon, brother Mian was not at home, what was An An going to cry like?

An Huaize hurriedly packed his things, "Seventh Uncle, I'm going back first, and I'll come back tomorrow."

"I'll just come here in the morning from now on." Seventh Uncle is also getting old and doesn't have so much energy.

"Understood, Seventh Uncle."

An Huaize packed up his things in a hurry and left. When he got home, Mother Zhao was cooking. When he went upstairs, An An fell asleep in the crib, hiccupping in his sleep.

An Huaize felt very distressed, hugged An An, and woke up unexpectedly.

Seeing that it was her father, An An leaned against her father's arms and pursed her mouth, "Wow..."

"It's all my father's fault, An An stopped crying." An Huaize hugged An An and coaxed her around the house, but unexpectedly failed to coax her.

"Stop crying, stop crying."

An'an is the most clingy to him, he hasn't seen him for a day, and he can't coax him no matter what.

As soon as Zhao's mother came out to wash something, she heard the child crying, and she threw the dishes with an ouch and ran up quickly, "Oh, dear grandson."

As soon as he entered the door, An Huaize was coaxing him. Zhao's mother was not very happy when she saw it, "Ozawa, mother knows that you are going to learn crafts, but the family can't ignore it. Look at my grandson, this What are you crying about?"

An Huaize was distressed by An An's crying, and knew it was his fault, "Mom, I can't do it anymore, help me get a handkerchief."

"Where is it?" Mother Zhao didn't know where the handkerchief was.

"In the drawer." An Huaize looked at his son's face covered with sweat from crying, fearing that he might catch a cold and be unable to draw his hand.

Zhao's mother hurriedly opened the drawer, took a look, ouch, don't look at it, don't look at it, what are these things, there are other things besides handkerchiefs, this old face is completely lost.

An Huaize took the handkerchief, wiped off the sweat on An An's face lightly, and kissed his forehead distressedly, "Stop crying, Dad is wrong."

Zhao's mother saw that An Huaize was still able to handle it, and thought that she was still cooking in the kitchen, so she ran down quickly, "Oh, my meal, it's a long life."

An An cried for a long time, and it finally stopped, but her hands kept grabbing her father's clothes and she refused to let go. An Huaize had no choice but to let him go. She dipped a handkerchief in warm water and wiped An An's body and changed her clothes. I just went down, and when I changed my clothes and took my hands away, I cried again, but fortunately, it stopped after a while.

Zhao Mian didn't come back until they had dinner at night. An Huaize was feeding An An in the main room, and everyone went back to sleep.