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

Chapter 216 216 Caught

After breakfast, Zhao Yuanle began to prepare some things.

First of all, the rope is easy to carry, and it is better to be stronger.

Then, a small knife, the kind that can be hidden.

With these two things, she doesn't have to worry about her own safety at all.

You can also try to see if you can catch that person.

Yi Li said that that person would not be reconciled, and Zhao Yuanle also felt that.

In this case, she simply used herself as a bait, and took advantage of these two days to catch this person, so that he would not threaten her family in the future.

Zhao Yuanle thought, that person should already know that she is thick-skinned and strong.

But he didn't know that her nose and ears were very good.

The taste of that person has been engraved in her mind.

Using the intensity and direction of the smell, plus her sense of hearing, she can determine the person's location without seeing the person.

Then...

Everything is also easier.

As long as that person dares to come, she can make sure to catch him.

Zhao Yuanle asked Tang Siwen first.

"Auntie, where is there a rope to tie a pig, the rope at home is not enough."

Tang Siwen thought about it, went into the room, and found a few.

"This was used when I delivered the herbal medicine before. It looks thin, but it is actually very strong. Take it back and use it."

Zhao Yuanle happily put this away.

While there was no one around, she went to the kitchen, found a small paring knife that she didn't usually use, tied it to her forearm, and tied a knot that was easy to untie.

After she came out of the kitchen, Zhao Yuanxi showed her a weed flower happily.

"Lele, this flower looks pretty, don't you want to wear it? I have another one here, let's wear it together."

Zhao Yuanle took a closer look and couldn't help sighing.

"It seems to be a real flower. This craftsmanship is too powerful."

Zhao Yuanxi: "It was made by an old woman. She said that her master used to make flowers in the palace."

Zhao Yuanle: "Really, it's not easy to do errands in the palace?"

Zhao Yuanxi was very surprised by Zhao Yuanle's statement.

"How could it be?" She smiled: "This is a craftsman, the emperor, queen, queen, etc., who doesn't have a good attitude towards craftsmen who make clothes and accessories?
Those old craftsmen who have withdrawn from the palace, the emperor and empress, have to ask to meet them specially.

When these people retreat, there are many nobles who want to snatch them away. They have to be respectful. Whoever dares to show face, the old craftsmen just don't do it.

If there is someone who doesn't understand etiquette, let people know, no matter how noble he is, they will all scold him together.

Noble people care about face and reputation the most, so they dare not throw face at opponent artists. "

Listening to Zhao Yuanxi's words, Zhao Yuanle tilted his head and thought for a while, then contacted the situation around him, and felt that this was really the case.

Those craftsmen who are particularly famous can be respected by the nobles.

And these capable craftsmen in the countryside will also be valued by the villagers.

It's just that the former respects craftsmen who carve jade pendants, design hairpins, and embroider clothes.

The latter valued craftsmen such as blacksmiths, carpenters, and masons.

Zhao Yuanxi smiled and put a pink weed grass flower on Zhao Yuanle's head.

She put a goose yellow flower on her head.

The two of them leaned over to look in the mirror together and smiled at each other.

Zhao Yuanle said to Zhao Yuanxi: "I'm going out later."

Zhao Yuanxi: "Where are you going? Don't you want to play with me?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh, I'm going to the bookstore."

Zhao Yuanxi: "Let's go together."

Zhao Yuanle: "But, is Uncle busy here alone?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanxi felt a little regretful.

She told Zhao Yuanle: "Be careful on the road."

Zhao Yuanle smiled: "Don't worry."

When she went out, she went directly to a secluded place, not to the lively street at all.

Walking around, Zhao Yuanle came to a remote small pavilion. The pillars of the pavilion were already mottled, and there were still weeds around. It looked abandoned for a long time.

Here, basically no one sees passing by.

Zhao Yuanle sat in the pavilion, casually pulled the weeds beside him and began to weave things.

Crickets, dragonflies and so on, these are too difficult, she can't, she can weave a cage.

As she flicked her fingers, the cage slowly took shape.

From time to time she took a look at the cage to check her progress.

suddenly…

A faint smell entered Zhao Yuanle's nose.

Sure enough, that person came.

It's just that at this time, it's not close yet.

When the smell became stronger, Zhao Yuanle knew that this person was already very close, coming from behind her.

With her ears stuck, she heard the sound of the man stepping on the weeds, and at the same time, her hands kept moving.

When she felt that this person could hear her normal voice clearly, she spoke.

"come on."

The man walked over without any surprise or pause, and stood in front of Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle glanced at his wrist.

Because the skin is extra white, the marks of bruises are more obvious.

She raised her head, met the man's eyes, and asked a question that she wanted to ask last night.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

He spoke, his voice still very flat.

"pain."

Zhao Yuanle: "Why don't you shame the dagger when it hurts."

Hearing this, he took out his dagger and glanced at it.

"Don't throw away what you like."

Zhao Yuanle frowned: "Why are you staring at me?"

He also answered directly.

"nice."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

He nodded: "I like pretty things."

Zhao Yuanle was silent for a moment, inevitably rolling his eyes.

"I'm a person, not a thing."

He didn't look like he cared.

"it's the same."

Zhao Yuanle was speechless for a while, she weaved the cage, stretched out a hand and touched her face.

"Oh, is it my fault for being beautiful?"

In fact, she thinks this person looks better. He really likes good-looking ones, so he takes a mirror to look at himself every day.

The man looked at Zhao Yuanle and spoke like this.

"Come with me."

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "That won't work."

He didn't say a word.

Zhao Yuanle made a sudden move and grabbed him.

He reacted quickly, but this time he didn't dodge.

After all, Zhao Yuanle's move was planned for a long time.

The moment she grabbed the man, she threw him to the ground.

His dagger came across, Zhao Yuanle caught it directly with his hands, and with a little force, he pulled the dagger from the man's hand.

His foot was about to come over again, Zhao Yuanle directly stepped on his knee, preventing his calf from moving.

He was about to throw something again, and the familiar smell came over.

Zhao Yuanle didn't panic anymore, she directly moved his head over and pressed the thing that was about to emit the smell.

Then, she took out a rope from the sleeve of her clothes and tied his hands behind his back.

(End of this chapter)