Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1869 - 1679: Hey, Come Play! (Part 2)
Lun Jing: ...What an honest craftsman!
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People at the foot of the mountain live harmoniously, while the children on the mountain are so noisy even the dogs complain.
Of course, Little Ten is a good dog; it doesn’t complain. It’s busy playing "Eagle Catching Chicks" with He Tuo.
This time Qin Beibei is the eagle, Yun Danqing is the hen, Little Ten follows Yun Danqing, and He Tuo pulls the rope as the tail.
The weather is hot, but the air conditioning at the factory entrance keeps it cool, and there’s a sunshade above blocking the sunlight. The kids are too absorbed in play to care about the temperature.
Initially, Qin Beibei didn’t want to play this game, but all electronic devices were confiscated, and it’s Qin Yun’s wife’s turn to watch the children today.
Her mom was busy on her phone, so she had no choice but to obey.
So the childish game began.
The more they played—the more fun it became!
Schools are strict nowadays, and even after school, roughhousing is not allowed. To play games on the playground, just running down from the classroom already wastes two minutes.
But here, they can shout freely in the open space, without being scolded or disturbing anyone... It’s wonderful!
The children quickly got caught up in it.
However, the two girls eventually ran out of energy in the hot weather and took a break, chugging down the specially brewed Mugwort Tea. It might not taste great, but it felt so refreshing!
They then noticed the two kitchen helpers sitting at the doorway peeling onions and soon gathered around them, weaving the discarded onion leaves into a clumsy creation, and immediately started playing house.
Master Jiang, having daughters of his own, watched the young girls happily and even picked some Sweet Potato Vine to craft necklaces and earrings for them, adorning the girls’ heads, ears, and bodies with multiple strands.
Even Qin Yun’s wife put down her phone and joined in, skillfully plucking Foxtail Grass outside to weave little rabbits.
Listening to her daughter’s excited exclamations and admiration along with Yun Feng’s child, she felt even prouder.
Only He Tuo was uninterested.
As a boy, his hobbies are quite typical.
At the moment, he’s mimicking shooting gestures and making "bang bang" noises, but no one pays attention. So he picks up a small bamboo stick outside and starts swinging it with flair.
Yet soon, the two girls adorn his head, ears, neck, and hands with many necklaces too.
Now He Tuo doesn’t dare make big moves with his sword-playing, afraid the necklaces might fly off and get dirty. The girls would then declare them unfit even for pigs to eat...
Oh! How boring the girls are.
Foxtail grass flicking against his calves, He Tuo quickly turned his attention to the majestic dog, coaxing:
"Little Ten, do you know how to play tug-of-war?"
Real tug-of-war is beyond Little Ten, but holding onto something in its mouth and not letting go—it has plenty of experience in that!
He Tuo is still young, unaware of a Border Collie’s high energy, strong recovery, and even greater endurance.
Moreover, to Little Ten, herding is rewarded only with a dog’s meal, whereas shepherds get extra treats—a whole big bowl!
It watched as He Tuo asked Master Jiang for a piece of burnt charcoal at the stove and drew a long black line on the factory floor, then tilted its head.
The next moment, He Tuo handed the other end of the dog leash to it, standing at the opposite end of the black line.
"Little Ten! I’m not resisting you today because I want to play with you, but if you lose, you can’t grab my rope again this afternoon."
"I want freedom!"
The little man stood with great resolve, watched Little Ten bite the rope tightly, and politely stated:
"Then I’ll start tugging now."
"The first one to cross this black line loses."
On him, the large dog’s harness belt is buckled onto his back, preventing He Tuo from loosening it himself.
Although he now knows how to twist and turn his arm to get out, normally this results in a scolding, so he still acts carefully.
Now, the small boy faced away from Little Ten, struggling to step forward, but the immense force from behind kept him stuck in place.
The rubber soles scraped against the ground with a "squeaky" friction sound, his small and sturdy body exerted all effort, yet his face flushed red, but he still made no progress!
"Ah—I am strong!"
He Tuo’s face turned red as he gritted his teeth.
The two sisters nearby were twiddling with Foxtail Grass, trying to weave a rabbit as well, and while doing so, they looked at him and cheered him on in amusement:
