Chapter 16: Qing Qing escapes (notice of entering V) (1/2)

"Which Xiaoning is Xiaoning, can Qingqing write it down?"

The rice cake scratched his head, looking confused.

The half-year-old child's knowledge reserve is obviously insufficient. In addition, Qingqing's voice is milky and milky. Some words are not pronounced very accurately, so everyone does not understand it.

"It's just the little one, the little one, Ning... Ning I can't write, I know that this is called Ning."

Qingqing's ability to recognize characters is due to the early education teachers invited by his parents, but it only ends there.

She only knows how to write, and can't recognize words that are too complicated.

"Then what to do?"

The children looked at each other at a loss. In the end, the rice cakes were more witty and came up with an alternative: "We write pinyin."

He tore a piece of cardboard, wiped the dust on it with his sleeves, tore off a small piece, and then randomly picked a piece of broken red brick from the ground, and wrote on the cardboard.

‘Ning (second tone)? , No. 338. ’

The orange-red masonry powder clearly appeared on the cardboard with the vigorous engraving of the rice cake.

Time was running out. After he finished writing, he quickly asked other friends who could write to help, and made dozens of cardboards with the same address according to the model.

Strive to bring one on every child.

Especially for those who are too young and not very sensible like Qingqing, you must bring one with you and recite a sentence.

"If you see an adult after you ran out, just hold this up and tell them:'There are traffickers here,' you know?"

The nian gao said with a serious face holding the cardboard.

"alright, I got it."

Qingqing and the other Xiaodians firmly grasped the cardboard in their palms, followed by tightening their small faces and nodding vigorously.

"Well, everyone eat now, wait a while, when the traffickers are all asleep, we will run away together."

At dinner, they secretly left half of the food given by the traffickers, just to fill their stomachs now.

Qing Qing holds the most food in his hands.

Not only because she has few snacks, but also because the traffickers watched her have been in a coma and worried that she was too young and could not survive her health, so she specially gave an extra bag of bread.

This is enough to make Qing Qing eat very full.

Others only have a small bottle of water and half a loaf of bread.

Qingqing sat down next to the rice cake, took out the bag of bread that he was still intact, and tore it out half and gave it to him, "Brother rice cake, I'll eat it for you."

"Qing Qing eat, I'm not hungry."

The nian gao swallowed while watching the bread, but still resisted her rejection.

"Look, I have it too." He shook his stock of food pretendingly.

Qingqing raised his eyes, and then pouted dissatisfiedly: "You are a lie, just this little thing, even Qingqing can't eat enough."

The piece of bread in the nian gao hand only has about a bite left, and it is not enough to stuff the teeth between the teeth. How can it be filled?

Toughly stuffed the larger half of the bread into the rice cake.

Qingqing learned how her younger brother was when he was training her, and said fiercely: "Hurry up and eat, children will not grow taller if they skip meals!"

The nian gao was stunned, and then he raised the bread blankly and took a bite.

Sister Qingqing is so cute.

I didn't know that the little appearance of her milk murderer could not bluff people at all. Seeing that the rice cake was finally willing to eat, Qing Qing thought how prestigious she was.

She couldn't help but smile proudly with her head upright, and felt that everyone's eyes were full of admiration and looking up.

It was almost impossible to kneel down and shout three times: "Long live the king."

But the next moment, the grunting belly immediately broke the illusion and pulled her back to reality.

Feeling embarrassed, Qing Qing blushed and quickly lowered his head to gnaw the remaining half of the bread.

Pretend that nothing happened.

What does the shameful Qingqing have to do with the Qingqing now?

It is estimated that the time is about one or two in the morning.

The night was deep, and the whole world fell into a peaceful sleep.

Everyone was asleep, and only two traffickers who watched the night were still supporting the guards.

The child peeking in the crack of the door turned anxiously, and asked the rice cake in a low voice, "What to do? They are still at the door."

"Don't worry." The rice cake gave others a calm look, and then signaled everyone to follow.

"The gate cannot go, we can get out from here."

He raised his hand and pointed upwards, and everyone looked up. It was a window.

The dilapidated windows have long gone without leaves, and only a few solitary anti-theft pillars are left, and the cold wind pours in, making people feel chilly.

"So high, how do we get up?"

The height of this window is more than 1.5 meters above the ground, which is just the right height for adults, and for children whose average altitude does not exceed one meter, it is like a moat.

But children also have their advantages.

As long as they can climb up, the anti-theft pillar that is too narrow for adults is useless to them.

"We can use the board to step up our feet." Qingqing pointed to herself

The cardboard pile that had just slept suggested.

No one thought that the first solution was the shortest Qing Qing in the audience.

But I have to say that this proposal is really good.

All the children acted immediately.

The cardboard is moved by the cardboard, and the cardboard is stacked by the cardboard.

Soon, all the cardboards in the factory were moved and placed under the windows, and the distance of 1.5 meters was shortened by about 20 centimeters.

No way, it's an abandoned factory building, it's pretty good to have these cardboards, and there will be no more.

Without giving up, the nian gao asked the tallest child to try it first.

He stood on the cardboard and stretched his arms up, barely able to touch the edge of the window, but couldn't hold it firmly: "No, I can't climb up, I have to be higher."