28. Find some straw_1

"Pickup trucks are the best!"

Song Sancheng admitted Song Tan's judgment as he loaded the logs inoculated with mushroom spores into the pickup bed.

The log was about one meter twenty in length. How many could you stuff into a van? It had to be a pickup! It could hold more and was more convenient too.

Qiaoqiao looked at the truck bed filled with logs, then at his grandpa's bare yard, his fair cheeks covered with sweat:

"Is that all? Can Qiaoqiao rest now? I'm so tired!"

"Tired? What's there to be tired about!"

Song Sancheng disapproved as he looked at him, "Strength is a servant; it comes back after you use it! When I was your age, I could work all day planting and harvesting rice without even lifting my head!"

Wu Lan, feeling sorry for her son, glared at him: "You grew up tough from a young age, but my son has never been through such hardship."

Then she turned to Qiaoqiao, who had tears welling up in his eyes: