Named aunt Wang

All right.

Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is a good time to eat seafood. Many fishermen or businessmen set up stalls for sale along the coast. It seems that it's time for everyone to dig Yaozhu again. When I went running in the morning, several fishing boats had just landed and the catch had already been unloaded. The family tidied up their fishing nets in the early morning sun to prepare for the next sea trip.

The sand laying project on the beach was not completely completed. The supervisor set up a stall on the paved beach. From a distance, it looks like a massage bed in Southeast Asia and a sofa bed in Northeast China. The color is very Mo Landi, and the location is very small, but it is absolutely grounded.

"ouch. 」

/kloc-baby born in September of 0/5, full moon, with teeth. Two of them are eating something other than breast milk for the first time-water, and the other two are a little strange to water. When people are not around, they look harmless and hungry. As soon as someone approaches, it is fierce and has a sense of territory.

Small animals begin to grow teeth, and it is not far from weaning. It's not that the milk is bad, but that the bitch doesn't want to feed it. Today, four animals acted in unison, climbed out of the nest, chased Bobo for milk, and stepped on each other, squeezing each other and grabbing the most milk. It's also the first time I found out that they can go. Time passed quietly forward. This month is only 30 days in our ordinary life, but it is the initial stage of our desperate growth, struggling to grow from the size of a palm to a little fat man who can't drag one hand.

Aunt Wang was afraid that the night wind would freeze the puppies, so she put another quilt on their single-layer nest. Four little guys love this. When you are full, you can huddle together and hide inside, which is both sunshade and warmth. It's still below zero in winter here, and my aunt at the hardware store taught me how to build an outdoor insulation nest for my dog. I have a new job to do these days.

Today, I went to the backyard to get tools. Next door, Lao Wang didn't get an apricot out of the wall, a melon vine out of the wall, and there were three big melons beside him.

The three rows of shallots planted in Aunt Wang's backyard have grown tall again, and the wind is a little crooked, giving people the feeling of a small vegetable garden.

Nothing grows well. Onion seeds are scattered a lot, and less than half of them can break ground and grow into shallots. Bobo gave birth to five children, and four survived. My small team of volunteers share this joy in the WeChat group and are also vying to name these children. The names are all very nice, but I answered the volunteers that I am not sure whether they can grow up smoothly, so I can't name them for the time being.

Now that the moon is full, I hope I can give them these names, such as "Coke", "Wangzai", "Baxi" and "Black Card". I will make some collars and hang famous brands belonging to their personality around their necks, hoping that with names, they can live more in this world.

Go ahead, little guys.