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

Chapter 148 148 Storytelling

The little black pig seemed to understand Zhao Yuanle's words, and carrying the pig's trotters, he came to the edge of the leather basket, raised his pig's butt, grunted, and pulled a pile of shit into it.

Zhao Yuanle nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, that's right."

How could she be reduced to shoveling shit for a group of piglets when she was a majestic pig king?

The child next to him was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.

Zhao Yuanle coughed.

"What are you going to play today?"

A child spoke.

"Careful work!"

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

Several children started talking in a hurry.

"That is, we are divided into two factions, divided into two places, and then send people to steal the opposite place. As long as one person succeeds in stealing, we will win."

"Oh..." Zhao Yuanle was not surprised by this way of playing, she was just surprised by the name.

So she asked the oldest kid here.

"When did this play thing exist, who thought it up? And, why is it called this name."

The oldest child, recalling it for a while, replied: "I don't know who came up with it, anyway, it was their eldest child who taught us.

My brother said that we should beware of spies from other countries, especially Japanese devils from Japan. "

The kid next to him nodded in agreement.

"That's right, the old people say that those who seem to be sneaky, run around in the mountains, and write things in small notebooks, memorize this, measure that, are meticulous workers.

They want to find our treasure, they want to draw a map of our place, and then they can come and steal it from us. "

Zhao Yuanle felt emotional when he heard this.

I didn't expect that people in this small place would know this and have this awareness.

In fact, in that world, the devils on the Eastern side did exactly that.

Some people may seem to be locals all their lives, but still live alone in the deep mountains and old forests. In fact, they discover all kinds of information and then send it out.

If she remembers correctly, during the Republic of China in that world, a certain devil who lived a good life once recorded that there was coal in a certain place here, and the quality was good. At that time, some people in some places did not even know this information. .

Come to think of it, the devils who live a good life, their ambitions have never been temporary. Similarly, the so-called Japanese people here may have the same ambitions.

It's just that in this world, they haven't dared to make mistakes, and they haven't received a large amount of silver compensation to develop themselves, so they are not very powerful.

After thinking about this, Zhao Yuanle's heart moved, and he took out the rock candy in his hand.

"Whoever wins once, give a candy."

As soon as they heard that there was a reward, this group of children became even more energetic.

A group of people were divided into two factions, each occupying a small hill, not only knew how to occupy the commanding heights, but also knew how to hide and attack from the side.

The person on the opposite side will also arrange for the guardians of the house, and then send out a few people to encircle them, and from time to time, they will rush to the other party's house unexpectedly.

Zhao Yuanle watched with relish.

After a few games, she has run out of rock candy.

These children took the rock candy, carefully licked it with their tongues, and laughed happily.

Zhao Yuanle noticed that some of the children did not eat candy, but put away the candy.

She guessed that by doing this, she probably wanted to give her brothers and sisters a taste...

A child tried to crush a little bit of rock sugar, chewed it crunchy, and then showed a satisfied expression.

"Rock candy is really delicious, better than malt candy."

Some other children said: "Sure, this one is made of white sugar, it's much sweeter."

Seeing them eating candy, Zhao Yuanle suddenly had an idea.

"Do you want to hear a story?"

A group of children looked at Zhao Yuanle and nodded in unison.

Zhao Yuanle: "Then I'll tell you a story about the little soldier Zhang Ga."

A group of children looked at Zhao Yuanle curiously, and when they heard Zhao Yuanle's voice, they all became quiet and began to listen attentively.

Today, Zhao Yuanle first told this group of children about the background of the story and the first few characters, and then at the beginning of the story, Gazi wanted a bastard box.

A child asked curiously: "What does the bastard box look like?"

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while, and based on his memory of watching TV dramas, he drew a shape with a stick on the sand.

After a group of children looked around, some children said that they asked their father to make a similar one out of wood.

But the other child asked another question.

"Oriental devils, is it the Japanese country? Hmph, those little devils, dare to come and bully us?"

The other kids chimed in too.

"That's right, we are the most powerful. All other places are barbarians. How dare they bully us and look down on us?"

Zhao Yuanle knew it.

This kind of thinking can be described as deeply rooted.

She couldn't help asking.

"They don't dare because they are not as good as us. What if one day we are not as good as them?"

One of the little boys said it was absolutely impossible.

"They are so stupid, how could they be better than us, their things are just rare and useless at all."

"That's right, Western sugar is unpalatable. It's bitter. Japanese Japanese are short and thin. Their nobles can't even eat tofu. What's so good about it?"

Zhao Yuanle wanted to laugh for a moment.

Look, this kind of thing that satisfies the sense of superiority can really be passed on. A group of children can't even tell the east from the west, but they know these things from their own family members and the people around them, and they have started laughing at people outside their country since they were young.

Although, this is also true.

But the times are developing. These things were true before, but what about the future?
Zhao Yuanle became more serious.

"Let me tell you, people are all the same, they just look different from us, and their brains are still the same.

So, we will, and they can too.

If we don't want to learn new things all the time, they will be better than us if they learn new things. "

At this moment, a child spoke.

"We have money. If they have anything useful, just buy it. They are all poor. We can exchange a lot of things for them with just a little tea and silk."

Zhao Yuanle smiled.

She asked: "Then if people don't want to change it, why don't they just grab it?"

The child also took it for granted: "They can't beat us, and their cannons are not as powerful as ours."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then what if they secretly make cannons that are more powerful than ours?"

Another child immediately said: "We have a lot of people!"

Zhao Yuanle asked again: "Then what if they are all united together, and the cannon can kill many people at once."

Now, the children fell silent.

Zhao Yuanle: "If this is the case, are you afraid?"

The older child thought about it and shook his head.

"Not afraid!"

(End of this chapter)