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

Chapter 272 Chapter 272
Mo Qingshan searched and found a piece of paper with a white back from the cabinet, and put it in front of Zhao Yuanle.

"Is this okay?"

"Okay." Zhao Yuanle picked up a pen and began to draw on it.

After finishing drawing, she pointed to the size on the paper and explained to Mo Qingshan: "From here to here, I drew the line for you, it's just this long, and the thickness is also marked here for you.

It's about this size, it can be smaller, try not to exceed it.

By the way, this screw must be able to drill through the iron of the blade. "

Mo Qingshan couldn't help asking: "Drill through the blade?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yes, the kind that needs to nail the blade tightly."

Mo Qingshan couldn't help making suggestions.

"Screw the blade tight. It doesn't have to be drilled through. You can actually make a small hole. Just make sure the hole is smaller than the screw head."

Zhao Yuanle fell silent.

That's right... What kind of layman and fool she was speaking just now.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's reaction, Mo Qingshan couldn't help laughing.

"Actually, what you said is okay, but it is more laborious and easy to damage the blade.

Punch a hole directly on the blade, and use a red-hot iron wire to open it, which saves effort and does not hurt the blade. "

Zhao Yuanle: "Then do you have that kind of blade here?"

As she spoke, she drew a blade of appropriate size on the paper.

"It's just this big, just enough to cut wood."

Mo Qingshan couldn't help asking: "What kind of wood are you cutting?"

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while and replied, "Basswood, or eucalyptus."

Mo Qingshan nodded: "These woods are relatively soft, so any random blade will do."

Zhao Ercheng saw that the two were talking about the same thing, so he interrupted and asked the price.

Mo Qingshan: "I'm not sure about the price of this custom-made item, I may have to wait for my elder brother to come back to set the price.

He'll be back later, you guys sit here and rest for a while. "

After saying that, Mo Qingshan got up and went inside to get a water bottle, ready to pour water for the two of them.

Zhao Yuanle gave Zhao Ercheng some money: "It's almost agreed, the price will be a problem later, I'll go back first."

After finishing speaking, she told Zhao Ercheng in a low voice: "Father, don't show the pencil sharpener to others."

Zhao Ercheng nodded and watched Zhao Yuanle leave.

Mo Qingshan came out with a kettle and a bowl, but he only saw Zhao Ercheng.

Zhao Ercheng: "She's going back first."

Mo Qingshan froze for a moment, then smiled and poured Zhao Ercheng a bowl of water.

"Drink slowly."

He felt that there was no need for her to avoid him like this.

After pouring water for Zhao Ercheng, Mo Qingshan went over to look at the paper that Zhao Yuanle had painted on.

He knew what it was, it should be a pen.

Now, he understands why Zhao Yuanle said those words directly in the first place.

He could see that she was skilled in holding the pen and drawing naturally. She must be able to write and write with a pen.

No wonder... people will look down on him.

Mo Qingshan felt that he should work hard on forging, forging is also very interesting, and there are quite a lot of ways in these things, which are still waiting for him to figure out.

Zhao Yuanle left here and went straight to the store selling grain and cloth.

She still remembers the fungus suis that got in vain today.

Those pig fungi can make her a lot of money, so she naturally has to buy things for the old couple of the Wu family to compensate.

Buy more oily rice noodles, go to the opposite side to buy some snacks, and walk a certain distance to buy some blue cloth for the two old people.

Soon, she was carrying things in both hands, and it was really inconvenient to carry them like this, so she just bought a large backpack when passing by, and put all the things that could be loaded into it.

Her hands were free again.

Now, her eyes fell on the slightly bustling street over there.

She wanted to go back with some good cakes and sweets, and a mirror.

By the way, the soap at home is used up very quickly, so I have to buy more.

Zhao Yuanle walked into these shops with a belt on his back, and attracted some strange eyes.

A little guy came over with a smile and asked if he needed help.

"Girl, it's really tiring to carry so many things on your back, you can put it down first, and I'll show you."

Zhao Yuanle smiled and shook his head: "No need, I can move my back."

She didn't care about other people's eyes, she bought whatever she should buy, and she was very straightforward when paying.

When the store owner watched Zhao Yuanle leave, he had a very happy smile on his face.

Such a refreshing big customer, more would be better.

After buying these things, Zhao Yuanle started walking at a leisurely pace.

She walked around to see if there was anything she was interested in.

Looking at it, I really saw it.

In a newly renovated store, there are canned fruits of various flavors in glass cabinets.

Yellow peaches, apples, hawthorns, oranges.

However, there are no strawberry and lychee.

Zhao Yuanle carried and hugged her, walking briskly, and walked into the store.

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle was curious about the canned food, the shop owner couldn't help introducing it.

"These cans are made of selected high-quality fruits. They are imported from the east of the northern capital. They are nutritious to eat. Those people over there can eat a can when they are sick."

Zhao Yuanle smiled: "Are you so powerful? Shouldn't it be presented as an expensive dish during the Chinese New Year?"

The boss was surprised: "Miss has been there too? You know this, this is a habit that has only developed in recent years."

Zhao Yuanle's smile paused.

Really...

The boss continued to talk about the goodness of canned food.

Zhao Yuanle asked about the price.

Boss: "Here, hawthorn, oranges and apples are the same price, one yuan per can, and the yellow peaches are more expensive, one yuan and two."

Zhao Yuanle didn't understand. At that time, canned yellow peaches were always the most expensive and the cheapest.

"Why are yellow peaches more expensive?"

The boss smiled and said, "Yellow peaches are delicious. This is eaten by the most people and sold the fastest."

Zhao Yuanle didn't hesitate: "Give me three cans of these kinds, and I'll give you a silver dollar."

The boss was taken aback.

Hey, he really didn't expect the little girl to be so arrogant when she opened her mouth.

It's just that this bargaining is a bit ruthless.

He wanted to speak again, but Zhao Yuanle said directly: "If you can, take it, if you can't, I'll leave, I'm too lazy to talk to you."

As she spoke, she took out a silver dollar, retreated to the door, and looked at the boss.

The boss rolled his eyes, and resolutely packed it according to Zhao Yuanle's request, and gave the things to Zhao Yuanle with a smile, and then took the silver dollar from Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle carried a lot on his back and walked out of the shop.

Walking on the street, she paid attention to the storefronts selling western goods, but she didn't see any one selling flashlights.

She guessed that the flashlight might go to Chengdu to buy it, and then she would have to buy more batteries.

Just when she was thinking about these things and was about to walk out of this place.

I met a group of people head-on, two of them, one was Wang Yuxiang and the other was Wang Xianjiao.

Wang Xianjiao still followed Wang Yuxiang.

At this moment, Zhao Yuanle looked at the two of them, and they stopped.

(End of this chapter)