After saving the pig god, I counterattacked and became the richest man in the village

Chapter 133 Chapter 133

Only Zhao Yuanle knew that Yao'er's pronunciation was similar to that of Mandarin.

Yao'er stared at Zhao Yuanle with shiny black eyes.

"Follow you."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

Yao'er nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Yuanle was puzzled and frowned.

Yao'er: "The pigs were released that day, you memorized and read."

Only then did Zhao Yuanle remember.

But she really didn't expect it. She just tried to memorize the book and read it aloud by herself. Unexpectedly, Yao'er memorized it and learned it.

Zhao Yuanle felt that children's ability to imitate is really strong.

Zhao Sancheng patted Yao'er's head: "It's okay, our Yao'er is still young, and we will correct it later if we read it incorrectly."

Yao'er refuted Zhao Sancheng.

"My sister reads better."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but nodded.

Well, there are appreciation levels.

Zhao Sancheng smiled: "That's right."

He continued to teach Yao'er to read the names of herbs.

Zhao Yuanle didn't think much, and continued to read the book in his hand.

Zhao Ercheng, who was in the room, watched the scene outside, his eyes narrowed slowly, as if he was thinking about something.

Gradually, the rain outside lightened.

Zhao Sancheng put down Yao'er, put on his own outfit, took his things and went out barefoot.

Yao'er sat on the bench, flipping the pages of the book, recalling the names of the herbs and continuing to read.

Zhao Ercheng was in the room, listening to Yao'er's reading very attentively, in order to test a conjecture in his mind.

In the house, He Ju had already prepared the dough needed for the Qingming dumpling.

This time she decided to make two kinds, half without stuffing, just dumplings, and the other kind, stuffed with wild onions, pickles and bacon.

She washed the bacon yesterday, cooked it just now, chopped it, mixed it with pickled vegetables and wild onions and stirred it into a large bowl.

Zhao Yuanlan helped by the side and started kneading the dumplings, while He Ju made stuffing by the side.

When Yao'er saw the things over there, his attention was attracted, he put down the book and walked over the threshold with his calf swinging.

Zhao Yuanle took a look and thought it was very interesting to do this, so he put the book away.

The three of them played it together, and Yao'er was given a piece of dough to toss and play by himself.

Zhao Yuanlan looked at the stuffing of bacon, pickles and wild onions, and couldn't help but grab some of it with her hands and eat it.

He Ju glared at her angrily.

"It's delicious!"

Zhao Yuanlan laughed and said, "Wild onions are delicious, and this bacon is also good."

He Ju is slightly proud.

"Is there anything wrong with the bacon your mother and I made?"

Zhao Yuanlan nodded: "Yes, there is the kind that is thin and lumpy, and it doesn't look good, so you can give it to the one who had a holiday with our family before."

He Ju: "..."

She was speechless.

My daughter can't remember other things, so I just remember these clearly.

Zhao Yuanle's gossip came.

"Is there a holiday?"

Zhao Yuanlan: "It's Wang Hai's family."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

Zhao Yuanlan: "Don't you remember? Wang Hai's old lady is a cousin of our grandpa, but she is not a relative, she was brought to grow up.

Then she always felt that she was at a disadvantage, and often opposed our relatives. "

He Ju listened and couldn't help but speak.

"She's been like this all her life. I think she's making things difficult for others. She's so vitriolic. Now that she's old, she doesn't see much happiness. Huh, it's better to live here."

Zhao Yuanlan snorted.

"Didn't you say that she often bullied you because she was an old man and an elder? Then every time you celebrate the New Year, you still have to bring her things."

He Ju was also upset, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"She is an elder!"

Zhao Yuanlan: "It's not my own."

He Ju: "It's not her own, she's also an elder. She's older. What we younger generations should do is still to be done. If we don't do it, those saliva will drown. Why bother? These old people are almost gone. Our family is not bad at this point, for the sake of this face, I'd better give her something and let her go."

Zhao Yuanle listened to these things and did not express any opinions.

But she thought of Yi Miaomiao, who told her about her grandmother that day.

Yi Miaomiao's grandmother was also in the village, and she was still related to old man Wang, but she didn't have much contact with him afterwards.

According to He Ju's habit of contacting at this time, she felt that there must have been some serious conflicts if relatives in a village did not communicate with each other.

Out of curiosity, Zhao Yuanle asked.

Zhao Yuanlan didn't know this, the time span of this was a bit too long, beyond the scope of her ability to gossip.

He Ju knew this.

She told a few children about it.

"Old man Wang and his sister have always had a good relationship.

But I heard that what happened to Old Man Wang's son that time had something to do with his sister's family, and the two had no contact afterwards. "

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh? Is it really related?"

He Ju nodded.

"I guess it's because his sister wanted to come before, and old man Wang refused to associate with her."

Zhao Yuanlan interrupted: "It's probably his sister's fault."

Whoever is at fault bows his head.

He Ju sighed.

"Then who knows, his sister has rarely gone out in the past two years, and I heard that she is in poor health."

After hearing this, Zhao Yuanle felt that the problems of these two families must be serious.

When Zhao Yuanlan talked about Old Man Wang's family, he couldn't help talking about Wang Gou'er.

"Oh, Wang Gou'er is really annoying. He always comes to mess with us little girls."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanle smiled.

Generally speaking, the girls that boys deliberately provoke when they were young are all interested in themselves.

Of course, a lot of times girls just find it annoying.

Just like when she was a child, she directly blocked the boys in the school who provoked her in the men's room and beat her up.

Since then, no boy has provoked her.

At that time, she was very proud of this. It was not until she grew up, she knew that the boy she was hitting just liked her. For this reason, the boy went home and cried for a long time. Later , She was reported when she didn't send it out, and the teacher caught her, and when she went home, she was hit by her parents' mixed doubles. After that, almost all the boys walked around her.

Thinking about the bleak peach blossoms in his adolescence, Zhao Yuanle sighed, knowing that he would not have blocked the men's toilet to beat people back then.

A few people talked about other things, their hands kept moving, and they made the Qingming dumplings without knowing it.

He Ju put these dumplings one by one in the steamer, and put the steamer on the pot.

After these dumplings are steamed, they can be eaten. I can eat a few today, and the rest can be put there to eat during the Ching Ming Festival, and then I will bring some to the uncle's family to the county.

On Ching Ming Festival, Zhao Dacheng's family will definitely come back.

After Zhao Yuanle heard the news, he touched the money on his body.

She can only ask her uncle to buy the little white sow.

(End of this chapter)