Under Mo Changgong's supervision and guidance, other children began to shake the spear and refine their muscles and bones.

The little guy walked to the side staggeringly, holding the small wooden stick in his hand, and quietly watching the little brothers exercise their bodies.

But the child's mind is unstable. Not long after watching it, the little guy's attention was attracted by the white snow on the ground.

He put down the small wooden stick in his hand, squatted down and started to pluck snowballs and build snowmen.

Although the snow on the ground was only a thin layer, it was already smooth enough for the little guy.

Before the little guy could make the snowball so big, he had already staggered and fell several butts.

Although the little guy hasn't celebrated his third birthday yet, he is quite solid. Even if a few of his butts fell down, he didn't cry. He got up from the snow and continued to start snowballing.

However, the little guy's rosy little mouth pouted, revealing all the angry emotions in his heart, which looked particularly likable.

When the little guy stumbling to pile up the snowman's general appearance, the morning exercises of the big children behind him were gradually coming to an end.

"Okay, let's finish the work!"

With Mo Changgong's thick voice sounding, all the children's originally tense bodies as arched as slackened.

While rubbing their slightly sore arms, they cheered: "We're over, let's go home for dinner!"

Immediately, the children were about to scatter and go home for breakfast.

As for the fact that I was going to take morning class, after the hard morning exercise just now, I was obviously forgotten by these gangsters.

Of course, maybe these gangsters deliberately chose not to recall this matter, after all, they really can't get any interest in those square characters.

But although these gangsters have forgotten this incident, some people remember it clearly.

Mo Changgong has always been very concerned about letting these gangsters learn literature and literacy. How could he let these gangsters fool them?

Mo Changgong's waxy face suddenly turned black, and he cursed: "What kind of food is it? Get out to my husband for morning class.

If I know who is the one who is a group of gangsters dares to delay your studies today, you won’t have to eat all three meals today.

I specifically ask your parents to add extra meals to you, add big meals, and stir-fried meat with tree strips!”

The children who were originally going to run home were immediately stiffened on the spot, and all movements came to an abrupt end in an instant.

After a few breaths, the children had to turn around again with a bitter expression.

A slightly older child came to Mo Changgong's side, smiled and said with a congratulation: "Uncle Changgong, let's go to the husband's house now, and I promise to study morning class honestly. Don't be angry, uncle."

This child is named Mo Xianghou. He just celebrated his thirteenth birthday a few days ago. He is the oldest among these gangsters. He can be said to be the leader of these gangsters.

In Mochuan Village, after they were fourteen years old, they were already considered the backbone. They either started to farm or go out to hunt and gather herbs.

In short, whenever the people in Mochuan Village are over fourteen years old, they will not be like the dozens of children now, and the village will be responsible for teaching and guiding them to strengthen their muscles and strengthen their bodies.

What kind of path will be taken in the future all depends on their own personal fate.

Looking at Mo Xianghou's hippie face, Mo Changgong pointed directly at the noses of the group of gangsters and began to criticize them: "If you group of gangsters are successful, will you still get angry?

Especially you, monkey, if I let me know that you dare to take them to skip class to catch birds and fish, you can see that I won’t be able to come to the kang for three days if I don’t beat you.

Hurry up and take these gangsters to your husband's house and go to study morning class honestly for me."

While cursing, Mo Changgong became more angry. He immediately raised his leg and kicked Mo Xianghou.

Of course, Mo Changgong is just a show of doing things.

Otherwise, with the powerful strength of Mo Changgong's legs and feet, if his kick was really serious, Mo Xianghou's small body would probably be kicked half-injured.

Looking at Mo Changgong's light and weak kick, Mo Xianghou, who was already thin and clever, turned around and flashed with a smile, intending to avoid the kick Mo Changgong kicked.

Unfortunately, Mo Changgong made up his mind to teach this kid a lesson. His steps moved and he kicked Mo Xianghou's butt.

"Ao! It hurts! Uncle Changgong, I know I'm wrong!"

This kick immediately made all the laughter on Mo Xianghou's face disappear, and he even howled in his mouth.

Although Mo Changgong restrained the strength of his legs and feet, he was planning to teach him a lesson, but he was attached to the kick.

This hidden force would not cause any damage to Mo Xianghou, but it could make Mo Xianghou feel very severe pain.

At this moment, Mo Xianghou seemed to have made it on top of the nails, and the facial features on his face were distorted because of the pain.

Fortunately, this hidden power comes and goes quickly.

Almost the next moment passed, and Mo Xianghou could no longer feel any discomfort.

But the feeling of pain in the flesh and blood was firmly recorded by Mo Xianghou, and he would probably never think about it in his life by leading other children to skip classes to catch birds and fish.

Even the other gangsters shuddered in an instant after hearing the miserable howl of Mo Xianghou. They didn't want to be the next person to be kicked from the bottom of their hearts.

His eyes swept across the faces of the gangsters, looking at the fearful and scared expressions of the gangsters.

It was completed to kill the chicken to warn the monkey... No, Mo Changgong, who was the purpose of killing the monkey to warn the monkey, finally nodded with satisfaction.

Then, Mo Changgong laughed and cursed, "Why are you still standing there?! Get out of here!!"

The gangsters who were afraid that Mo Changgong would kick him would dare to hesitate or hesitate at all? They immediately ran towards Mr. Gu Yue's house.

When passing by the little guy, Mo Xianghou did not forget to pick up the little guy and carried the little guy back.
Chapter completed!