Chapter 172：

Tang Miao looked back, it turned out to be Xuan Kai of the Flying Tigers.

"I went to play with you yesterday, but you are not home." Xuan Kai ran over quickly and smiled.

"Do you know where I live?" Tang Miao said unexpectedly.

Xuan Kai quickly explained: "There are many people who are following the Fruit Corps. Many people know your address."

Tang Miao nodded, wondering: "Are you asking me something?"

Tong Xuankai's smile was stiff, and she smiled again, naturally: "Oh, it's okay, just to play with you. But did you go to work yesterday? Then I won't bother you to rest, I will look for you someday."

Tang Miao squeezed out a dry smile. "Let's play with him", he is a sixteen-year-old appearance, but in fact he is in his twenties, and should not play with this sixteen-year-old child.

司 Tang Sihuang gave him a slight glance and turned on the car.

"Not getting in the car yet?"

Tang Miao quickly followed.

As soon as I returned to the villa, everyone was busy installing solar power generators, which could guarantee their normal electricity use every day. The villa has a refrigerator and air conditioner and can continue to be used.

Tang Miao planned to take a bath first, then went into the space to study how to make pickles and pickles, but saw Tang Sihuang sitting on the single sofa with a thoughtful look, and he seemed not in a good mood.

"Daddy, what are you thinking?" Tang Miao walked over, a little curious, because it is rare to see Daddy's expression so solemn, and it seems a bit lost.

司 Tang Sihuang looked at him, stopped talking, and shook his head.

Tang Miao became more and more curious, walked over a few steps, and squeezed beside him to sit down, urging: "Daddy, tell me? Tell me."

"Not tired?" Tang Sihuang gave him a bit of space, touched his curly hands, and put it down again.

Tang Miao shook her head with a smile: "When it was our vigil, you didn't wake me up, I was full of sleep. What are you thinking?"

Tang Sihuang raised his lips and said, "There are two days left until the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Tang Miao picked up the desk calendar at the bedside and looked at it suddenly: "Yeah, I almost forgot."

"It's boring to stay this way all day. If you are not tired, we two will go out and come back before the Mid-Autumn Festival. By the way, we can bring some moon cakes back."

Tang Miao's eyes brightened. This is not a two-person world for him. He nodded incessantly: "Okay. Oh, there are a lot of moon cakes in 'Inside', you can sell them at the trading market. Can you go now?"

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a joyous holiday for the family. Even if it is the last days, if there are conditions, you should still have a good time.

"Go in 'and take a bath and change your clothes."

Tang Miao came out of the bath, Tang Sihuang had changed his clothes, and put his dirty clothes in the laundry basket at the door of the room, and Chunya would take them to wash.

Tang Sihuang went to the garage to pick up the car, Tang Miao went to the warehouse and took three hundred arrows, put them in the quiver made by Chunxiong, and packed his and Tang Sihuang's backpacks. water.

"Tang Miao, what are you doing?" Tang Xin sat on the sofa and read a book. He saw that he was packing and asked. Today it is one group's turn to stay, and the second group still has to work with the third group, but because they came back late this morning, they set off after lunch.