Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old - Chapter 847
Chapter 847: Very Happy
Translator: Endlessæantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“That’s not true.” Xue Xiaobao hid behind his brother and laughed.
Xue Dafu, Liu Guixia, and the others all laughed.
“Actually, were nere co may witn cnem.” Daoao pointea at tne Kids.
Xue Dagui immediately asked his son, “Gouzi, are you going to go with them?”
“Yes. I’m done eating.” Xue Gouzi quickly put down his chopsticks. He felt a little stuffed, mainly because the New Year’s Eve dinner was too delicious to pass.
“Then you can go play with Dabao and Xiaobao.” Xue Dagui said.
“Okay!” Xue Gouzi happily nodded. His father was especially good to him, and his relationship with Xue Darong, Xue Dahua, and Xue Dafu’s families was slowly getting better.
Liu Guixia was busy stuffing Xue Dabao, Xue Xiaobao, and Xue Gouzi’s pockets with crispy candy, afraid that the three children would run away in a hurry to play without snacks.
Xue Sifu’s gaze was smiling at the two children while he finished his wine.
Xue Yan unhurriedly drank the last mouthful of soup before carrying Jiang Yue down from the long bench.
Li Hehua couldn’t help but remind him softly, “Xue Yan, Jiang Yue is still young, and it’s night time. You must hold her tightly. Pay attention to your steps, don’t let her fall.”
“Got it, I’ll make sure of it.” Xue Yan agreed.
It wasn’t until Li Hehua gently patted both their heads did Jiang Yue follow
Xue Yan out.
Xue Gouzi, Xue Dabao, and Xue Xiaobao had already run out. They were playing in the courtyard, creating a scene of monsters and men. They were like madmen running around and chasing each other. They each took turns being monsters as they laughed through the night.
Usually, when it was dark, the adults would not let the children out to play. As it was New Year’s Eve, every household was not asleep yet. Most of the households would let their kids out to play at night. Everyone would visit each other’s doors and stay for the entire night. Naturally, they would be at ease with the children coming out to play. However, they were only allowed to play in the village and were not allowed to go anywhere else.
When they heard the noise of children from other families running out to play, Xue Dabao and the others immediately ran out to play. Xue Yan held Jiang Yue’s hand and followed behind them at a moderate pace.
They had already eaten their dinner, and they still had to go to Xue Darongs house to see their grandpa. Although they went during the day, they still wanted to see him.
Therefore, Xue Yan held Jiang Yue’s hand and went to see Xue Da.
Xue Gouzi, Dabao, and Xiaobao quickly followed them.
“Grandpa!” Xue Yan, Jiang Yue, and Xue Gouzi all shouted. Xue Dabao and Xue Xiaobao shouted as well, and they were the loudest among the bunch.
“You’re all here!” Xue Da’ s face was flushed red, and he was so happy that his eyes could not be seen. He quickly took out his red packet and gave one to each of them. Since Xue Dabao and Xue Xiaobao had already received it just now, there was no need to give them anymore.
“Thank you, Grandpa.” Xue Yan, Jiang Yue, and Xue Gouzi all thanked him.
Xue Darong and his wife heard the kids and came out when they were here. They were all filled with glee. One of them came out with a basket, and the other came out with red packets.
The baskets were filled with snacks for children, such as peanuts, melon seeds, and sesame candy.
The children in the village also happened to be here, but they did not receive money. However, their pockets were filled with peanuts, melon seeds, and sesame candy.
Jiang Yue didn’t have a pocket and Xue Yan didn’t want any risks with getting a toothache.
Looking at the other children who had their pockets full, they were worried that things could fall out of their pockets if they jumped up and down. The more things they dropped, the more they had to pick them up. Jiang Yue and Xue Yan were very glad that they did not have pockets, but they were still enthusiastically stuffed candies into their hands..
