Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Chapter 329 Wanwan is indeed a little thin

Lin Wanwan didn't tell any stories today. She looked at them and said, "We need to make some arrangements today. If we go to Bianjing in the future, Naizi's men can't follow us."

Cows and horses are easy to deal with, but this tiger is too scary.

The pacifier looked at her dissatisfiedly. Lin Wanwan stroked its fur and said, "Bianjing is too far away. You might not adapt well if you really went there. Besides, there are many hunting grounds there. It would be troublesome if they wanted to kill you."

"Roar……"

Milk tea translated: "Then we can stay at home..."

Lin Wanwan said helplessly:

"I have to go out, right? What tiger hides in the farm every day? Besides, it's not like I won't come back.

We can celebrate the New Year in the village every year. This village is really nice. When we finish building it up, this will be our summer resort.

You and your family can come with us, and we'll disguise ourselves."

"Hahahaha..." The pacifier finally agreed.

Lin Wanwan looked at the two Arabian horses next to her. It was not appropriate for these two Arabian horses to go to Bian Jing. They were too high-profile.

What's more, the mare is pregnant this time, and Lin Wanwan doesn't plan to take her away.

They quickly agreed. There was abundant grass on the mountain. As far as the eye could see, there was fresh green grass everywhere. When the wind blew, the grass waves undulated.

Walking further back, there is a particularly large stable, although it looks a bit messy.

But the stable is spacious and can shelter from wind and rain. After being renovated, it is quite comfortable to live in.

After Lin Wanwan finished speaking, she began to tell a story. After a while, she fell asleep...

The next day, Mrs. Bai took Zhao Qiaoniang and a group of people to the mountain.

Although it was the coldest time of the year, the grass on the mountain was still lush. Zhao Qiaoniang and her group wore specially made thick-soled cotton boots with sturdy cowhide uppers and soft wool filling inside.

As soon as Naizui stepped into the forest, he ordered his tigers to follow Lin Wanwan closely.

They glanced around vigilantly, taking each step steadily and powerfully, leaving plum blossom prints on the snow with their paw pads, ready to deal with any possible danger at any time.

Mrs. Bai looked at Lin Wanwan sitting in the basket and asked, "Wanwan, are you cold?"

Lin Wanwan quickly shook her head and said, "You're joking. The outermost layer is a cloak made of high-quality mink fur. Under the cloak are several soft light pink cotton jackets."

She wore a small hat trimmed with wool on her little head and a pair of specially made sheepskin shoes on her little feet. She looked very delicate.

Lin Song, Lin Bo, and Lin Yuan sighed helplessly. Lin Bo said, "Grandma Bai, why don't you just wrap her up in the quilt?"

Madam Bai coughed and said, "You little bastard, you're the only one who's smart."

Lin Bo made a face and said, "Let's go catch rabbits now..."

Master Bai shouted, "Be careful, this is in the mountains."

"I know, we brought a few tigers with us!" Just kidding, what could go wrong when hunting with tigers?

Lin Song, Lin Bo and Lin Yuan recited poems, studied military tactics and practiced martial arts together every day. They learned the same thing but gained different things.

In terms of academic studies, Lin Yuan was always slightly behind his two brothers. He had a hard time understanding those obscure poems and scriptures.

Lin Song's academic performance was the best. His writing was fluent and he often had unique insights into the classics, history, and literature.

But once you get to the martial arts training ground, the situation is very different.

Lin Yuan is agile, with powerful punches and kicks, and is proficient in swords, spears, swords and halberds. Lin Bo and Lin Song can hardly match him in kung fu.

Back then, Lin Yuan was timid and cowardly, and would hide behind strangers when he met them. But now he is full of energy, and his eyes are full of confidence and determination.

These three children have to admit defeat in front of Chou Chou, whether in academics or kung fu.

Chouchou is a gifted man. He has a photographic memory and can apply what his teacher teaches to other situations. His academic performance is top among his classmates.

When practicing Kung Fu, his moves are even more sharp, with both strength and speed, which is amazing.

But even such an excellent boy likes to stay with Lin Wanwan the most on weekdays.

Lin Bo pulled Chou Chou and said, "Let's go catch rabbits and pheasants? What are you doing hiding here?"

Chouchou coughed and said, "I'm here to accompany Wanwan..."

"Hey! As a grown man, what's the point of you accompanying Wanwan all day long? Let's go catch pheasants and make soup for Wanwan." Lin Bo said.

Chouchou looked at Lin Wanwan and said, "Wanwan is indeed a little thin, so let's catch a few more pheasants."

Lin Wanwan stared at her chubby little hands and gently touched her little face. It felt soft, and the flesh on her cheeks was slightly bulging.

"Oh, why am I so fat!" Lin Wanwan muttered in her heart. Although baby fat is common, she felt that she was too fat.

Ever since she was weaned from breast milk, Mrs. Bai prepared two large bowls of goat's milk for her every day.

The goat milk was served in a small bowl, it was milky white and thick, with a hint of steam rising from it.

Lin Wanwan was not used to it at first, but as she drank it, she fell in love with the taste and licked the bowl clean every time.

In addition to goat milk, her complementary food is also very rich, including egg custard, various fruits cut into small pieces, and various pastries, which Mrs. Bai can make.

Lin Wanwan is now one year old. She has also tried to walk. She finally stood up shakily, her calves shaking constantly.

Maybe because she is too fat, she can speak a few simple words in a baby voice.

When she saw Madam Bai, she would call out crisply, "Grandma..."

The first call was to Mrs. Bai, and she was so happy that she cried tears.

Chou Chou and a group of children rushed deep into the dense forest. Liu Quanzhou shouted:

"Slow down and be careful, little bastard, why are you running so fast?

When I asked you to do your homework, I didn't see you running so fast!"

Pacifier's five subordinates also rushed out. Pacifier had repeatedly instructed them to watch over the children.

Mrs. Bai bent over and carefully searched for medicinal herbs in the grass. Every time she found one, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

She picked up a plant with slender leaves and small lavender flowers and said to Zhao Qiaoniang beside her, "This is Viola yedoensis. It clears away heat and toxins, cools the blood and reduces swelling. It's very effective for boils, swellings, and snake bites."

Zhao Qiaoniang used a small shovel to dig out the herbs and gently put them into a bamboo basket.

Not far away, Naitang and a group of his men were moving through the bushes.

In this wilderness, traces of mice can be seen everywhere. Each one is black and large, looking scary.

But Naitang was not afraid at all and approached them enthusiastically to chat with them.

I saw its ears moving, sometimes nodding, sometimes gesturing.

A lot of secret information about the mountains and forests can be extracted from these mice, such as where wild fruits are hidden and which areas are dangerous.

Every time he went out, Naitang carried a bulging cloth bag filled with delicious nuts and dry food.

The little weasel followed beside, twisting its chubby body and sniffing around, curious about everything around it.

Suddenly, it stopped in front of a blade of grass, put its nose close to it, sniffed hard, and then squeaked excitedly.

Milk tea shouted loudly: "Good stuff, there is good stuff!"