Regarding the question of whether his father could beat him, classmate Li Yixiao thought seriously for a few seconds.

"Well, my mother didn't say anything. But I think it should be okay."

"Okay. If you do something wrong, I will beat you up, just like the others."

Lan Ze took his four sons and wandered around the world before taking them home.

Fortunately, he asked Comrade Xiao Jiang to pick up his two daughters and spend the summer together.

At least, they can slightly balance the gender ratio in the family.

Underage students, except for those who run business for the student union store or those who like to travel, generally have few opportunities to leave the school's operating scope. After all, free transportation routes have distance restrictions, and free food and accommodation have location restrictions; they are far away.

Not as free as college students.

Therefore, it is rare for children to go out and play.

If the two girls are willing, they can also participate in group mathematics learning activities. They are fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same age as Mo Mo.

Lan Ze told them not to rush to make a decision, but to think about it slowly. They could also try taking a few classes before quitting.

Simply, Lanze also contacted the housework hotline provided by Governor Zhang Da on the way and asked her to ask Momo if she wanted to join in.

Remote tutoring requires Mo Mo himself to provide interest and awareness. Lan Ze only asked this question in the spirit of not wasting money. He did not think that Mo Mo, whose biological age was ten and a half years old, had the courage to get involved.

Who knew that Xiao Momo himself would quickly reply with three words: "Great."

Well, what did the naughty kid think about it?

When a large group of them arrived home, the sky was filled with red clouds. The family's plane landed at the stadium to the north of the house. Xiao Jiang took the plane into the warehouse, and his two daughters sat on the open-top trolley on the roadside waiting for him.

Lan Ze took his four sons home first.

Fairy Wei was working in the garden with Gungun on the first floor, sticking her butt out. When she looked up, she saw them coming.

"Except for not bringing Lan Shu back, have you brought back everything?"

The four teenagers said hello to Uncle Wei one after another. Xiaomai also explained a little more by the way: "My second brother is not here."

"Actually Douzi is here too." Lan Ze pointed to the top of his head, "Geosynchronous orbit."

Gungun stood up straight, looked at Xiaomai in surprise, and called each other his brother.

Wheat didn't mind that he was covered in mud, so he reached into the fence and lifted it up.

In fact, Gungun has already started commuting to children's school and doing adaptive entrance training. However, he spends three days fishing and two days drying nets. His mother never lets him live in school.

Gungun is just weak, not thin, because... the food at home is good.

Gungun (Wei Mozhen) is six years old, one meter tall and weighs forty-three kilograms.

Wheat (Zhang Lanwei), biological age is 14.25 years old, actual age is 19 years old. His height is 176cm by visual inspection, and his weight is about 140 kilograms.

Xiaomai easily shook his forty-pound weight twice, fearing that he would faint, so he held him steady in his arms.

Gungun smiled when he looked at him.

"The fairy asked me to give Xiaoxiao extra lessons." Lan Ze explained to the fairy that Xiaoxiao was going to college. "Actually, I don't agree with throwing such a young child into a university town."

"Here, is this Xiaoxiao? He looks different! I thought you pulled out another plastic son I haven't seen before."

"..." Xiaoxiao was silent and touched his face.

He felt that the feel was not plastic, and his appearance had not changed since he was a child. So he took out a rope, tied up his scattered hair high, and fully exposed his face, lest other uncles and younger brothers and sisters would not do the same.

Get to know him.

"There are only a few of my sons..." Lan Ze looked at the children.

The beans went up to the sky, but there was one less on the ground.

Fairy Wei also looked at the children: "It would be great if Gungun were half as plastic as they are."

Gungun was touching his head in Xiaomai's arms and talking quietly, but suddenly he turned around:

"Mom, I want to get up and run tomorrow morning."

"Ha, what are you talking about?"

"I want to become plastic!"

"Tch. Don't get up after sleeping for less than ten hours."

"Then I... go to bed early?" Gungun tried to ask, "Mom?"

Suddenly there was a low roar from the sky, and An An, the tallest of the four brothers, suddenly passed the low fence behind Xiaomai and flew into the mud pit in the garden.

Bang!

Xiaoxiao started tying her hair, and An An jumped out of the pit, jumped over the fence and jumped forward. Xiaoxiao immediately fell to the ground.

"Fuck..." Fairy Wei looked at the overturned bucket and the muddy ground. The fruits of Little Gungun's labor had just been trampled on.

"Wheat, take care of it." Lan Ze ordered.

"Oh, okay."

The wheat falls and rolls.

Roll up your sleeves.

Go forward.

Grab your brother.

Start working directly.

The two younger brothers treated each other equally. Each one received a few punches and a few kicks. These two children couldn't fight anymore.

"Hitting someone doesn't mean slapping someone in the face." An An lowered her body and swept Wheatley's legs.

Xiaoxiao squatted aside with his head in his hands, watching Xiaomai push An An to the ground and beat him. Suddenly he found that he was liberated. So he tied his hair again.

A 6-year-old child, Gungun, stood aside and applauded for Mai.

Lan Xuning, a 16-year-old kid, hid behind his father, took out a small notebook and charcoal pencil from his clothes, and started sketching energetically.

"Is this how you care about your son?" Wei Yaoji glanced at it and grabbed a small shovel to repair the garden.

"It saves you worry."

The role of wheat originally belonged to beans.

Although Wheat is nineteen years old like Bean, he looks no older than An An. An An is sixteen years old, to be exact, he has turned sixteen and a half these days. He is tall, strong, and thick-skinned. He is capable.

It’s weird to take wheat.

So...beating is healthier.

Anyway, when it comes to fighting, Xiaomai has never been afraid of anyone.

"How old are you?" Xiaomai scolded while beating his brother. "Why are your hands so thin?"

Xiaoxiao beamed with joy.

"Don't be too proud." Mai glanced at him, "It's time to cut your hair. Don't wait for me to shave your head."

Shaving his head sounded scary. Xiaoxiao looked at his father for help.

"Wheat is right." Dad said ruthlessly.

In order to save myself the worry of becoming a father, my brother’s work should be supported.

"Oh, so energetic." Wang Xiaoer appeared with three children from the kindergarten. "These boys are indeed plastic."

When Xiaoxiao and Xiaoxie saw each other, their eyes lit up at the same time.

Brother Xiao has a fairy spirit.

"Xiao Xie, come on, help me get a hairstyle!"

During dinner, Xiaoxiao showed up with a new hairstyle.

Xiaoxie helped him shave off his temples and cut the hair on his head short. However, it was still tied up.

It looks like a provocation.

Mai glanced at him and ignored him.

An An said "yo" and didn't dare to move.

More than ten people arrived and took their seats, and the restaurant suddenly became lively.

Ten children, big and small.

Plus four adults, all of whom have reached middle age.
Chapter completed!