Abandoned farmer: take cute baby to farm

Chapter 299 The Kite Was Blown Away by the Wind

But after a while, the kite fell again.

After repeating it several times, the little guy became a little impatient.

The same is true for Huzi over there. The kite fell directly and was crushed by his little feet.

Here Jiang Ruyue saw the little guy suffer setbacks.

Not only comfortingly said to the little guy: "Xiaoxing, you have to remember, no matter what you do, don't give up lightly. If you give up, all previous efforts will be wasted. Hard work may not be successful, but there will definitely be gains."

"Shall we try again?"

"it is good."

The spring breeze rises.

Then the little guy picked up the kite and slowly let go of the string.

"Yes, that's it, Xiao Xing, you've done a good job." Jiang Ruyue encouraged him beside her.

After a while, the little guy's kite flew up.

The little guy knew he had succeeded this time.

Then he ran and shouted: "Mother, the kite is flying; the kite is flying!"

The little guy was running happily with the kite, smiling, so happy, so happy.

Even Dao said loudly at the end: "Mother, shall we come to the competition? Jiang Ruyue agreed after seeing it.

In fact, there are many things, as long as we work hard, we will be closer to the goal of success.

When Jiang Ruyue flew the kite, she constantly adjusted her standing position according to the rising direction of the kite and the wind force, and adjusted the speed and length of the line, so that the kite could reach the blue sky with the help of human pull and wind force.

The kite flew into the sky in no time, flying higher and higher, and the people watching said with admiration, "Xiaoyue is amazing."

"That's right, you don't look at who I am, you look at it, I'm going to fly further," the person holding the kite shaft said with a smile.

time flies.

Unconsciously.

It was already afternoon.

The stamina of the wine seems to be gradually improving.

The mountain wind blows and it starts to cool down gradually.

Seeing that it was getting late, Tian Hua first said, "Xiaoyue, Dongmei, let's go home? I have to go home and cook for my mother-in-law and my husband."

"it is good."

"it is good."

Just as several people were gathering the kite string, Jiang Ruyue's kite string suddenly broke.

Traveling here, the first kite I made with painstaking efforts was blown away by the wind.

Although she was a little depressed.

But soon let go.

Perhaps the stage of the kite is to swim in the vast sky.

And her pleasure is the process of flying a kite.

Afterwards, Jiang Ruyue helped the little guy gather the kite string.

Before saying goodbye, Ma Dongmei also said that Tianhua and Xiaoyue could visit her more often if they had nothing to do.

The group soon went home separately.

On the way home, the little guy also asked Jiang Ruyue: Mother, your kite flew away, when will it fly back?

"Hahaha"

Jiang Ruyue first smiled and then replied: "When it gets tired from flying, it will naturally come back when it wants to come back!"

The little guy nodded firmly after hearing this...

The sun is slowly setting in the west.

A cold mist rises in the evening.

The smoke from the farmhouse's cooking curls up, adding some fairy spirit to Yunding Village.

The people working in the fields carried their hoes and walked up the field path home.

Several dogs greeted their masters, wagging their fluffy tails and rushed towards their masters excitedly, completely ignoring the master's kind reprimands, rubbing their legs, licking their hands and whining, showing their intimacy.

After returning home.

Mrs. Liu is busy in the kitchen.

After Jiang Ruyue greeted Liu Shi.

Put the little guy's kite in the house and hang it on the wall.

Then they collected the clothes and sheets that were drying on the bamboo poles.

At this time, the sound of clucking chickens came from the backyard.

When the little guy heard it, he jumped up and down excitedly and ran to the chicken coop.

The old hen has laid eggs.

An egg freshly laid from a chicken [ass].

There is also a warm temperature.

The little guy held an egg in one hand, and his smiling eyes were bent into crescents.

The little guy has good looks, good looks, big eyes, double eyelids, long eyelashes, and smiles like a crescent moon.

"Ouch, my good grandson, hold on tight!" Upon hearing the sound, Mrs. Liu hurried forward, wrapped up her apron with her hands, and asked the little guy to gently put all the eggs into the apron.

"Grandma, when will you eat scrambled eggs?" the little guy asked, licking his red mouth.

(End of this chapter)