Yi Chun washed up and fell asleep lying on the bed.

The next day, the second day of the Lunar New Year.

Yi Chun went out with a basket on his back early, and Yi Qiu also carried a basket on his back and hurriedly chased him.

"Brother, wait for me."

"Qiu Yatou, why don't you sleep for a while?"

Yi Chun looked at her curiously.

"Brother, I want to go out with you."

Yi Qiu felt that it was meaningless to stay at home, so it would be better to go and play with A Yin and the others.

A Yin, A Jia was so happy to see Yi Chun and the others.

They chatter non-stop.

There are five hundred ducks in one woman, three women here, and one thousand five hundred ducks.

Yi Chun has two big heads.

Yi Qiu brought some "cat ears" and divided them into several pieces.

"Delicious, Xiaoqiu, where did you buy it?" A Yin took a piece of it, it was crisp and fragrant.

"Haha, I can't buy it anywhere. This is made by my mother with flour." Yi Qiu kept giggling.

"Sister Qiu, it's so delicious, haha." Ajia smiled.

"Hehe, sister, it's delicious." The three slugs laughed.

Yi Chun has already carried a basket up the mountain.

He shuttles between the mountains and ridges.

After a while, I saw a group of monkeys playing by the stream.

Yi Chun stood by and watched.

The Monkey King is looking into the distance.

A female monkey is helping the little monkey catch fleas, and the little monkey is lying obediently in the mother's arms.

The other female monkey was trying hard to pull the little monkey out. The little monkey cried and stuck to her face.

The mother monkey had no choice but to pull it for a while and let it go.

It seems that the mother monkey is preparing to wean it.

But the little monkey refused, and the crying and screaming made the mother monkey feel soft.

This time weaning failed again, the mother monkey looked at the Monkey King.

The Monkey King jumped and grabbed the little monkey to his side. No matter how it cried, it would be useless.

It acts cute and cute, but is dizzy when the Monkey King uses his left and right palms.

In fact, the Monkey King just patted it gently, otherwise, with one palm, it would have died long ago.

In the end, the little monkey stopped making trouble, it knew that its arms could not twist its thighs.

I had to stay beside the Monkey King obediently and look at the mother monkey with a look of no hope.

The mother monkey turns over and doesn't look at it.
Chapter completed!