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

Chapter 287 287
Zhao Ercheng failed to feed the cat, so he put the thing aside.

"The cat won't eat it."

Zhao Sancheng was killing rice field eels, raised his head and said, "Your must have been made yesterday. If it's not fresh, it won't eat it. The cat only eats fresh ones. Feed it some of the ones I killed right away."

Zhao Yuanlan went over quietly and took the thing away.

Zhao Yuanle smiled slightly, but did not stop Zhao Yuanlan.

Zhao Sancheng killed the eel, cleaned it, cut it into pieces, and sent it to He Ju.

He Ju took a look at the eel.

"This is the freshest."

Kill now and eat now, the taste is the last.

She had brought back the beef tongue, and with the rice field eel, she felt that there was no need to stir-fry the meat.

He Ju's stir-fried rice eel is more spicy than Tang Siwen's. The beef tongue is marinated first, and then fried. It is also a very good appetizer.

As for the green beans, she felt that fried green beans were not easy to cook, so she just added water and cooked them, adding some oil and salt was enough.

With a bowl of steamed eggs and some leftovers from yesterday, today's lunch is complete.

When the family sat around eating together, Zhao Yuankang finally felt the care of everyone, and the adults put vegetables in his bowl.

Zhao Ercheng also asked him if he wanted to drink.

Zhao Yuanle immediately looked at Zhao Ercheng: "Father, you are not allowed to drink."

Zhao Ercheng: "I'll just drink a little."

Such a good appetizer, it's a pity not to drink.

Zhao Yuanle looked serious: "No."

Zhao Ercheng: "...Okay."

He waited until his health was over before drinking.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but said: "Drinking alcohol hurts the liver, no matter how little it is, it hurts the liver."

Zhao Ercheng: "Medicinal wine is still fine."

Zhao Yuanle pouted.

"Medicated wine is still the same, it hurts more and hurts less."

He Ju: "Okay, don't drink, eat."

She picked up a rice field eel with chopsticks for Zhao Yuankang.

"Come, try Sanniang's handicraft."

At this time, Yao'er sat there alone, and quietly threw a chopstick eel to the lame dog brother under his feet.

His brother was injured, so he needs to make up for it.

Zhao Yuanle no longer has the desire for meat that he had when he first came here. At the moment, he is picking up green beans, peeling the green beans with chopsticks, and picking the beans inside to eat.

Zhao Yuanlan looked puzzled when she saw this: "You are the one who is particular about it."

After finishing speaking, she continued to bury her head in eating meat.

After lunch, Zhao Yuanle greeted his family and went out with his things.

She wants to send the things she bought for Wu Erlao.

During the period, when she saw the snack, she thought about it and shared some snacks to go.

With a sling on her back, she passed by the entrance of the village, probably because no one was here because of the high sun.

However, according to the traces at the scene, Zhao Yuanle could also deduce the intensity and general trajectory of the fight between Wang Hainiang and Zhao Liniang.

Walking from the entrance of the village, Zhao Yuanle arrived at Widow Yu's place not long after.

Widow Yu was cooking in the house, and outside there was only the black cat with different eyes stretching in the sun.

When the black cat saw Zhao Yuanle, it was not afraid at all, it just gave a lazy look and ignored it.

Zhao Yuanle went in with his things on his back and called his aunt, only to see the widow come out of the kitchen holding the fire tongs.

There was joy on her face.

"Lele, have you eaten yet?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I have eaten."

She handed the snack to the widow Yu and stuffed her with a purse.

Widow Yu opened the purse curiously, and saw the garnet inside.

She couldn't help smiling.

"This one looks pretty good."

Zhao Yuanle: "For you."

Widow Yu smiled and asked, "Where did it come from?"

Zhao Yuanle roughly talked about what happened before.

Widow Yu was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, she hurriedly looked around Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle laughed: "Looking at what I'm still reciting, how could something be wrong."

Widow Yu looked serious: "In case it's an internal injury."

Zhao Yuanle: "Internal injuries are impossible. You should eat the dim sum quickly, lest the taste change. I have to deliver things now, so let's go first."

Widow Yu hurriedly stopped Zhao Yuanle: "Have you kept the pig over there for a long time?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I've been very busy during this time, I guess I don't have much free time, by the way, if you're too busy, call me to help you, I'll go first."

Widow Yu smiled, and sent Zhao Yuanle a long way with the tongs.

Zhao Yuanle was carrying a backpack, which was full of things for the elders of the Wu family.

She touched her pocket.

There is some change in it, which can be used by the two old people on weekdays.

She couldn't help thinking of the bag of things Wu Lin gave her, and sighed deeply.

If the son of the old man in the afternoon is more normal, how much money will he make, and the two old people will enjoy themselves.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yuanle accelerated his walking speed.

But the old man's home was far away from here. Even if Zhao Yuanle speeded up and walked without rest, only stopping for two or three times on the road, he still walked for a long time.

Arriving on a familiar road, Zhao Yuanle chose a road with slightly less grass on several weedy roads.

As she approached, a dog barked over there.

At noon the old man came out to look, and when he saw Zhao Yuanle, he was very surprised, so he hurried over to ask.

"What are you doing here? My son is at home."

His son didn't know what happened recently, but he was so absorbed in learning how to do farm work that he stayed at home and didn't go to town.

Zhao Yuanle: "It's okay, I'll send you something."

Mrs. Wu walked over slowly, and when she saw Zhao Yuanle, she couldn't help but look back at the house with a worried expression on her face.

Old Man Wu: "What did you give us?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It should be given, your son gave me something."

At noon the old man was not calm anymore.

"He's looking for you again?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Well, he didn't do anything, he gave me half-backed good things, so I'm here to give you things."

With that said, Zhao Yuanle was about to take off the back strap.

At noon the old man hurriedly stopped.

"He deserves it. You take these things back, we don't want them."

Zhao Yuanle's attitude is also very tough.

"I'll give it to you. If you don't want it, I won't leave."

Wu Lin, who heard the sound over there, heard this.

"Okay."

As he said that, he came over and said to his parents as if giving an order: "Don't want it."

Noon old man: "..."

Mrs. Wu sighed silently.

If I had known this child was crazy and stupid, I shouldn't have had it in the first place, and it would be better to give birth to an egg.

Zhao Yuanle gave Wu Lin a blank look, then looked at the elder: "I'll go in first and put down the things."

In the afternoon, the old man is already very indifferent.

"Come in, after walking for so long, your mouth must be dry, take a break and drink some water."

After entering the room, Zhao Yuanle put down his things and sat on the bench to rest.

Wu Lin sat on a bench opposite her, looking at her solemnly.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Wu Lin moved the bench closer again.

Zhao Yuanle glanced over.

"Come closer, look again, and see if I don't goug out your eyes!"

(End of this chapter)