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

Chapter 260

Zhao Ercheng: "Together with Niu'er, there will be Fugui and the others."

Zhao Sancheng was relieved now.

He scratched his head: "I'm so tired today, I'll go to bed first, and the door will be reserved for you, just push it open."

Zhao Ercheng nodded and walked into the night.

Seeing that Zhao Ercheng had left, He Ju's eyes fell on Zhao Yuanlan who came out to pour the dishwashing water.

Zhao Yuanlan looked away guiltily.

He Ju knew it in her heart.

"It's delicious!"

Zhao Yuanlan quickly poured water and got in, running fast.

The next morning, Zhao Yuanle got up, and when he entered the kitchen, he saw a pot of eels beside the water tank.

He Ju heard the movement and told Zhao Yuanle: "Your father and the others were lucky last night and caught a lot of eels. You go to the county today and bring some to your uncle."

Zhao Yuanle nodded, looked at the eel that was still alive in the basin, and poked it with a finger.

"It doesn't look so scary anymore."

He Ju inside said: "At this time, the eels are all female and have no seeds yet, so they look fine.

Waiting for the rice field eel in the back, it looks uglier. "

Zhao Yuanle: "The rice field eels are delicious at this time, or will they be delicious later?"

He Ju smiled: "It must be delicious at this time. This is a good thing. You can bring some to your uncle, and we will keep some at home. We will eat it when you come back."

Zhao Yuanle got up, sat down by the stove, and asked He Ju if he wanted to buy some more seasonings.

He Ju thought for a while and said, "Buy some more chili peppers and green peppercorns. I have eaten a lot of condiments these days, and the chili peppers are almost gone, and new ones haven't grown yet."

Zhao Yuanle nodded, she remembered one thing, the onion seemed to be gone.

"San Niang, would you like me to bring back some green onions?"

He Ju: "By the way, buy some. Those onions in the soil are dead, and there is nothing to eat later."

Then, she sighed again: "If I knew it, I would also plant some four-season onions. In fact, the ones I planted last year all died, and Xiu Erniang also planted them, and they died too.

Strange and strange, some people just planted their jobs, and they always have onions to eat. "

Zhao Yuanle smiled.

"I'll go to the county to find out if there is any plant, maybe I will live if I plant it."

He Ju nodded: "If you raise pigs well, maybe you can also grow vegetables well. This year, our vegetables grow much better because the pigs have a lot of manure and are fat."

Zhao Yuanle thought about it and asked He Ju something.

He Ju was a little surprised.

"Do you want hogweed that is available in at least three seasons a year? How about growing faster and more?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yeah, I plan to raise more pigs in the future, I can't keep pigs everywhere like this."

He Ju thought for a while, and felt that only the cowhide met Zhao Yuanle's requirements.

"Crafts are planted in August and September, and two stubbles will grow in the back. In the second lunar month, it grows too fast, and it can be harvested once every seven or eight days. After growing for more than three months, all of them are cut off when they bloom.

It was almost June in the Gregorian calendar when it was mowed, and in June and July in the Gregorian calendar, pigweed was the most abundant, and it was everywhere, so there must be no shortage.It can be planted again in August.

But this chard, we didn't grow it, so we have to find someone else to grow it. "

Zhao Yuanle's eyes lit up.

"Aunt Yu has it."

He Ju was taken aback when she heard this, and then remembered those double-yolk eggs, so she didn't say anything.

But she still wants to remind Zhao Yuanle: "There is a lot of water in the cowhide, and the pig has diarrhea after eating too much. You still need to feed other things."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I know, when I raise too many, I will definitely buy chaff that others don't want."

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's happy look, He Ju couldn't help but smile.

She asked Zhao Yuanle to calculate when and how much money these pigs could make.

Zhao Yuanle: "Earn at least seven or eight silver dollars for one head. If you sell five heads and keep two heads for seed, at least forty silver dollars will be credited to the account, which is another four paddy fields."

He Ju listened, feeling a little excited.

"Pig food doesn't cost a lot of money. You can earn so much purely. You can earn more in the second half of the year. This year, you can earn a hundred silver dollars."

Zhao Yuanle hummed: "It's not just..."

She will raise more in the future, and this year, she may earn two hundred silver dollars, which is not counted as pig fungus.

But He Ju was still a little worried.

"I don't know if this pig breed is stable or not. If only it can grow like this all the time, it won't get sick or get sick, and we will make a steady profit.

In the past, there were a lot of pigs. When the plague happened, everyone died, and the pants they lost were gone, and they almost jumped into the river. "

Zhao Yuanle patted his chest and assured He Ju.

"As long as it is raised by me, there will be absolutely no plague."

While the two were talking, breakfast was ready, and Zhao Ercheng woke up after recovering from sleep.

He washed his face and told Zhao Yuanle one thing.

"I came back last night, and there was a sack in the pomelo tree, which contained the fungus. I took the sack back first."

Zhao Yuanle's heart skipped a beat.

"Where did you put it?"

Zhao Ercheng pointed to the corner by the door.

"there."

Zhao Yuanle hurried over to have a look, and it was indeed the belt that Wu Lin was carrying that day. She touched inside again, and found a purse, which still had weight.

"This person..."

Zhao Yuanle complained in a low voice.

Zhao Ercheng looked over: "Which one is it?"

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while, then secretly took out the purse, and poured these pig fungi into his back strap.

Her tone was flat: "Maybe it was the old man at noon before. He knew I wanted the fungus and wanted to give this to me, but he was too embarrassed to come to the door, so he got it at night."

Zhao Ercheng was surprised: "It's so late at night, it's a lot of age, what should I do if I fall back? Why don't you be embarrassed to come to the door."

Zhao Yuanle sighed: "Because there is a son with a brain problem."

She only said this, and said nothing more, turned around and entered the house.

While Zhao Yuanlan was still sleeping, she hid the purse and went out again.

She also made up her mind, since Wu Lin insisted on doing this, then she would take the pig arch fungus, and the money would be returned to the old man Wu and the two old people when she had time, and she had to buy food and clothes to pay back.

Zhao Ercheng was a little puzzled by what Zhao Yuanle said, but he didn't ask any more questions.

After washing his face, he and Zhao Yuanle ate breakfast together, and then one of them carried the pig fungus and yams, and the other carried the rice field eel in a bamboo basket, and set off for the county.

The two walked on the road, breathing the mist, and their ankles brushed against the dewy wild flowers and weeds.

Because it was early, the cherry tree at the entrance of the village was rarely clean, and there was no old lady with a broken mouth.

Zhao Yuanle didn't see Zhao Niu'er, and smiled: "He must not have woken up yet."

Zhao Ercheng: "He dozed off a lot since he was a child, and he must still be asleep now."

Zhao Yuanle admired Zhao Ercheng's radiance when he saw him.

"Father, you are in good spirits."

Zhao Ercheng smiled: "If I was in my teens, my energy was better, I didn't sleep all night, and I dug the soil the next day, I would eat a lot at that time, and I would eat as much as I do now. .”

(End of this chapter)