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

Chapter 18 018 In the Widow

A family is one, and brothers are a family.

He Ju still thinks so, and Zhao Sancheng and even the brothers of the Zhao family also think so.

Once Lao Tzu died, it was the boss who spoke.

Now it is Zhao Dacheng who has the final say in the Zhao family.

Wang Baochang came quickly and left quickly.

When dealing with these matters, his methods are sophisticated and his rules are firm.

When leaving Zhaojiaao, Wang Baochang greeted Zhao's family on the side of the road.

After Wang Baochang left, people in the col were talking about what happened this time.

Mrs. Wang went to the yard to talk to He Ju.

He Ju also knew that Chief Wang Bao wanted face, so he told Mrs. Wang about the fact that Chief Wang Bao had given to Dayang.

As for how much I gave, I didn't say anything.

Mrs. Wang said words of envy in her mouth, but her eyes were also full of envy.

ocean...

For people like them, it would be nice to be able to eat enough to eat for a year after exhausting themselves, and there is no ocean for how long they have been saved.

As for others, stop by to see acquaintances, and the shot is Dayang.

Mrs. Wang sighed in her heart.

Her two grandsons begged for money from their mother-in-law and have not yet settled down.

Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Yuanlan fiddled with slingshots in the morning, but still went to herd cattle and shoot pigweed in the afternoon.

Zhao Yuanle, carrying a sling on his back and holding a sickle, walked along the river ditch with Zhao Yuanlan.

The grass here is rich and rich, and there are many hogweeds.

Zhao Yuanle mowed the grass over there, while Zhao Yuanlan tied the cow to a place with grass, sat on the ground, and began to ponder with a slingshot.

The place where the slingshot should be completed is almost done.

It's just that Zhao Ercheng, a master, has his own experience, so he told the two people the tricks, and now Zhao Yuanlan is tossing the slingshot in his hand according to the tricks.

Zhao Yuanle was mowing the grass without feeling tired at all.

After the back basket was filled again, Zhao Yuanle was attracted by the tender shoots on the field ridge.

It's Houttuynia cordata...

Zhao Yuanle took a good bite.

Picking up the sickle, Zhao Yuanle began to pick up Houttuynia cordata.

She also called Zhao Yuanlan to come with her.

"Come and see."

Zhao Yuanlan took a look.

"Pig nostrils."

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes, come and dig."

Zhao Yuanlan was not interested.

"Why do you dig this, just drink it in water."

Zhao Yuanle: "It can be eaten as a cold dish."

Zhao Yuanlan looked at Zhao Yuanle: "It doesn't taste good when mixed."

Zhao Yuanle: "Why doesn't it taste good?"

How delicious!This is her second favorite existence in modern times, second only to cold crystal powder skin.

Zhao Yuanlan had no interest, so Zhao Yuanle concentrated on digging.

There were probably very few people here, so Zhao Yuanle dug a lot in one breath and stuffed them all into the back sash.

Zhao Yuanle: "It is estimated that there are not many people here, such a tender pig's nostrils have not come to dig."

When Zhao Yuanlan heard the words, she pouted and walked over there.

"The back is where the mildew lives."

Zhao Yuanle still sympathized with the widow.

"You don't want to take one bite at a time. She was already in such a miserable situation, and she still has to say that."

Zhao Yuanlan shrugged, not caring.

"Anyway, they call her Meizi. If I don't call her Meizi, it's about the same as calling her a widow."

Zhao Yuanle: "Can't you be called Auntie?"

When Zhao Yuanlan heard it, she snorted.

"What are you talking about!"

Zhao Yuanle: "I said that when you meet someone in the future, you will call him Auntie."

Zhao Yuanlan looked extremely disgusted.

"I don't call her auntie, I've told you that she is an opera singer, and all opera singers are low-class.

If my aunt knows that I call this kind of person aunt, she will beat me. "

Zhao Yuanle suddenly realized that the ideological gap between her and people of this era was still obvious.

She didn't say anything.

Zhao Yuanlan has thoughts in such a big environment, and she can't change it with a word.

She skipped this topic and went to play with Zhao Yuanlan to make a slingshot.

The buffalo was grazing leisurely beside it, and a bird passed in front of it.

Zhao Yuanlan went to the river ditch to find a pebble, tried it, and put it on the slingshot to find the target.

Zhao Yuanlan: "I didn't see any birds."

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes, please wait patiently."

Zhao Yuanlan looked around.

"When will the wild ducks fly back?"

Zhao Yuanle looked at the blue sky.

"I guess it will be a few days."

Zhao Yuanlan took a slingshot and aimed everywhere, and finally locked on a bird.

After chasing this bird, Zhao Yuanlan used a lot of strength, but she still couldn't fully draw the slingshot. After the stone hit it, it missed a lot, and it was thousands of miles away from the bird.

The bird standing on the branch didn't feel anything at all, and didn't even fly.

Zhao Yuanlan shook the slingshot in his hand dejectedly.

"What kind of beef tendon is this? It doesn't work at all."

With a heartbeat, Zhao Yuanle took the slingshot from Zhao Yuanlan.

"Sister will show you a hand."

After trying it, Zhao Yuanle directly pulled the slingshot away, filled it with a plump pebble, and aimed at the unsuspecting bird on the branch.

Swish.

The stone flew over, very fast.

But Zhao Yuanle's quasi-head doesn't look very good either.

The strength is there, but the head is not accurate. The stone startled the bird and flew away, but it didn't even touch the air around the bird's feathers.

Zhao Yuanlan hasn't laughed at Zhao Yuanle yet.

Hearing a groan, the widow Yu who appeared behind the branch groaned in pain and covered her eyes.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Ah this...

Zhao Yuanlan gasped.

"Why did you hit the mold?"

Zhao Yuanle: "...Speak well."

Zhao Yuanlan glanced at Widow Yu who was covering her eyes, and took two steps back.

"Let's run quickly, anyway, she is covering her eyes now, so she can't see who hit her."

Zhao Yuanle would not listen to Zhao Yuanlan's words at all, but walked towards Widow Yu.

Zhao Yuanlan's eyes were wide open, and she covered her mouth, afraid that she would cry out.

The second sister really didn't know what to think.

Zhao Yuanle walked up to Widow Yu, who had already opened her other eye and looked over.

She couldn't help taking two steps back.

Zhao Yuanle: "Sorry, I wanted to shoot birds, but I didn't see anyone."

Widow Yu endured the pain and smiled.

"It's not bad for you, I just popped up by myself, I'm fine."

Zhao Yuanle: "Are you really all right?"

The widow nodded.

Zhao Yuanle insisted on looking into the widow's eyes.

"I'll look into your eyes."

At Zhao Yuanle's insistence, Widow Yu let go of her hand, revealing her slapped eyes.

It didn't hit the eye, but it also hit the eyebrow frame, and it became red and swollen immediately.

Then I saw Widow Yu's left hand, which had turned from red and swollen to bruised, and it looked even worse.

Zhao Yuanle felt very sorry.

She said to the widow: "You come home with me, and I will wipe your eyes with our medicine."

Widow Yu smiled, and tears fell from her eyes because of the pain.

"It's just a little thing, it will be fine in two days, so I won't go."

(End of this chapter)