[Naruto] The political value of the founding group is full!

The dark sky made it impossible to tell the time, the cold wind penetrated into the cuffs and necklines, and the snow gradually covered the front of the boots.

Zheng-chun didn't want to take his hand out of the cotton glove, so he simply wiped the frost off his eyelashes with his wrist.

"Why don't we hurry up?" The young man beside him held down the brim of his hat, wrapped his arms around her waist and jumped onto the roof.

"Don't drive at high speed in rainy or snowy weather." A small piece of exposed skin hurts.

"Okay, safety first." The two fell back to the ground, just at the end of the original two series of footprints.

Taking advantage of the couple being alone now, Zheng-chun decided to talk about something that should not be known by outsiders. "During this period of time to rectify the government's atmosphere, more people were arrested than I thought."

Madara seemed to look down: "Togama and Quanna will not rely on this to eliminate dissidents..."

"Of course I know," the five of us absolutely trust each other, and we have absolutely the same final opinion on the policy line, which must be maintained, "It's just that people who seem to be irrelevant have also received some unnecessary interference when they are working."

"We are already very moderate. The proposal to let relatives and friends report was rejected by Hashirama, and the requirement that there must be three or more people in the exchange of officials was rejected by you. Political review has also been relaxed a lot under the insistence of the two of you—" the youth His voice was flat and cold, "Compared to last month, the current atmosphere is not a problem."

This is the fantasy world, the founding team can be unscientifically united as they are now, otherwise I’m afraid it’s not going to be a ninja version of the cleansing: "Shoot those blood-sucking insects to death, connect those grasshoppers to form a nest , Squeeze those flies to silence them, and for the rest, education should be the main priority and punishment should be supplemented. Don’t go too extreme, and deal with them as heinous.”

"Don't worry, we have a sense of proportion, a society ruled by law, a society ruled by law." Madara smiled and let out a big cloud of white air.

Zheng Chun felt that the hand in his pocket was surrounded by warmth, looked up at the looming kindergarten in the wind and snow, stopped talking, and smiled under the scarf.

"Teacher Qiyu! My parents are here to pick me up!" After spotting the figure at the door, Cang Zhen was as lively as a deer jumping in the forest, and he didn't forget to look back to this side while dragging the teacher to report.

"Hi, I'm Soshin's mother, Hinata Masasumi. I need to sign here, right?" Masaru made a face at his son, and then took the roster from the young man.

A group of dwarf radish heads also surrounded them.

"Hello, Uncle Ban!" The fried-haired kid received a pat on the head.

"Uncle Ban, have you cut your hair yet?" The gray-haired boy was very observant.

"Uncle Madara, is Tianzhiguo fun?" the yellow-haired boy asked, jumping up and down.

Madara's shadow clone is responsible for picking up and dropping off the children every day, and is more familiar with the children in his class.Madara remained patient and answered all kinds of strange questions one by one.

"Auntie, you are so beautiful!" The green-eyed girl with a high ponytail tugged at Masatoshi's clothes.

A few girls who approached at unknown times also nodded.

"Thank you, you are all cute too." He squatted down and looked at them at the same level, and each of them made a small wooden flower.

Cang Zhen, who had put on his coat and schoolbag, was brought over by the teacher, put his little hand into the palms of Zhengchun and Madara, and turned around to say goodbye: "Goodbye, teacher! Goodbye, children! See you in the new year!"

"Goodbye! Goodbye!" The children shouted unevenly, some seemed to be singing, some even shouted excitedly, and two girls actually wiped their tears.

Kindergarten teacher, it's really not easy.

"Our Cang is really popular with little girls." At the door, Zheng Chun winked at Madara while putting on a woolen cap for his son.

"Mom, do you mean Shaluo and Yuannao? They are all my good friends."

Madara, wearing the child's scarf, couldn't help laughing, and gave Zheng Chun a look.

"Cang is really awesome."

The little boy tried not to look proud: "What's for dinner, Mom?"

"Eat the ramen at the gate of the neighborhood, okay?"

"Okay!" Cang Zhen's little gray dinosaur hat blocked most of his face, and the exposed eyes were shining brightly, making them even more eye-catching.

A series of small footprints was added between the two series of large footprints.

"Boss, a bowl of tonkotsu ramen with double noodles, a bowl of soy sauce ramen with an okra, and please bring another small bowl, please." Zheng-chun put away the whole family's tools to keep out the cold, and Madara took his son lightly. Embrace the high seat.

"Look at your dad, don't let him add sugar secretly." Leaning close to his son's ear, he told him.

Cang Zhen had a serious face, pursed his lips and puffed up his cheeks, and nodded solemnly to her: "Understood!"

Zheng Chun flattened his frown and watched him pretend nothing happened to the smiling young man.

Madara obviously heard the cause and effect clearly, and deliberately teased his son: "What did Mom say to you just now? Tell Dad, Dad will accompany you to have a snowball fight after dinner."

Although Cang Zhen looks only [-]% similar to Madara, every little expression is exactly the same as him: "No, I can't tell you, this is a secret with my mother."

Madara stretched out her smiling face completely, and touched the child's back: "The secrecy work is well done."

"'Practice what you say, and keep what you say'." The child's childish voice was unwavering.

Two bowls of noodles landed firmly on the table. "What a good boy." The boss put the small bowl in front of Cang Zhen and made a "please use" gesture.

"Thank you, uncle." After Cang Zhen thanked him, he quickly turned his head and stared at his father without blinking.

"Okay, okay, I don't know how to add sugar, so let's eat with peace of mind." Madara picked up a chopstick noodle, and put it down helplessly under his son's staring offensive.

"'A gentleman says, a horse is hard to chase'." Cang Zhen and his father pulled the hook, and then picked up the small bowl to eat the eggs, bean sprouts and noodles that his mother had made for him.

Across the top of the small head, Zhengchun and Madara's eyes flew back and forth.

——Who does this child look like with such earnestness?is that you?

— Not me, I was not like this when I was a child.

——Could it be that I taught too much?Is it okay to recite "The Analects" at the age of four?

——I haven’t heard of that book...but I think it’s true that you teach too much...

Madara received the signal that Zhengchun was becoming increasingly irritable, and immediately lowered her head and concentrating on her face.

The portion of ramen is not much. Twenty minutes later, the family of three stood in the snow again.

"The snow has stopped...Mom, can I go play for a while?"

"Come and have a snowball fight with Dad." Madara has already made a snowball in his hands.

"Just finished eating—ah!" Zheng Chun was stunned for a second, and immediately launched a counterattack at the smirking young man, "Take me a snow dragon bullet!"

The next moment, she was crushed into the snowdrift, and the black eyes directly above smiled mixed with other things.

"Oh, oh, mom, I'll help you!" Cang Zhen waded over, rolling and crawling.

Madara got up quickly and picked up Zhengchun to help her pat the snow: "It's time for a truce."

"Oh, so." Cang Zhen obediently stopped throwing.

"Look, son, little rabbit." Zheng-chun simply took off a glove, and carved a snowball in his hand.

"Hmm... I didn't see it." The little head moved closer.

"Don't worry—how about this?"

"Here's the ears, and here's the hind legs, and here's the little tail, isn't it?"

"That's right."

"Here, pine needles and small stones, use them as eyes and mouth." The pure black leather glove handed over the small things he picked up, and took the snow sculpture from the blue-purple leather glove.

"Daddy, can I take this home?" the little gray dinosaur asked eagerly.

"Okay, remember to put it in the freezer."

"It's time to go back, the child is so cold that his nose is coming out."

"Mother……"

"Tomorrow, let's get up early and go out to build a snowman together. Let's go home first, okay?"

"Well! I want to pile up three! Mom, Dad and I each have one!"