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

Chapter 297 Chapter 297

Zhao Yuanle quickly laughed too: "Maybe he's dizzy."

Zhao Ercheng carried the last big bag of wheat.

"Go back, finish it early today, and take a rest in the afternoon."

Zhao Yuankang shook his hand.

He felt his hands blistered, just for a while.

He was a little curious, so he leaned over and asked Zhao Yuanle to show him his hand.

Zhao Yuanle spread out his hands for him to see.

Zhao Yuankang's voice was full of doubts.

"You don't even get blisters on your hands."

Zhao Yuanle: "That's because you didn't work much, and your skin is tender, so your hands were blistered."

Zhao Yuankang was not convinced.

"Your hands are obviously tenderer than mine."

Zhao Sancheng smiled and said, "Kangkang, it must be because your movements are wrong, so it's easy to get blisters."

He Ju also agreed.

"That's right, you don't know how to work."

Zhao Yuankang glanced at Zhao Yuanle's hand, and then at his own. Although he was still a little puzzled, he didn't refute.

On the way home, Zhao Yuanle's tone was rather arrogant.

"What else do you want to do next?" She wanted to do it all at once.

Zhao Sancheng: "We still need rapeseed."

Zhao Ercheng: "I think the rapeseed can wait for a few more days. The sun is good these days, so let's dry the wheat first. Otherwise, there will be no place to dry the rapeseed."

He Ju said: "Go to Lao Jiang's dam to dry. They don't have any wheat and rapeseed this year. The dam is vacant. I have already told them."

Hearing this, Zhao Ercheng looked at Zhao Yuankang with a smile.

"Kangkang, can you do it? After the rapeseed is harvested, sorghum must be planted, and after the sorghum is planted, the well must be drilled."

Zhao Yuankang said, "I'm not afraid."

Zhao Ercheng: "Okay then, harvest the rapeseed tomorrow, and plant sorghum after harvesting the rapeseed."

Zhao Yuanle recalled the scene of harvesting rape here.

It is probably cut and taken home, dried and then shelled, leaving black rapeseed, which is taken to a special place for oil extraction. The harvested oil is all the family members have for a year, and the residue of oil extraction can be brought back feed the pigs.

To plant sorghum, you must first uproot the remaining rape stalks, dig holes in it, and plant two or three sorghum seedlings in each hole.

These uprooted rape stalks will be tied up after drying and taken to the place where firewood is piled up. In summer, they are used for cooking and cooking. The fire is quicker and more convenient.

Zhao Yuanle planned to finish one thing a day and finish all these things within two days.

Just after she said her thoughts, Zhao Ercheng and the adults all laughed.

Zhao Ercheng: "We have to wait for the rain to plant sorghum."

Zhao Yuanle: "Wait for the rain?"

Zhao Ercheng nodded: "Wait for the rain, after the rain stops, wait for the water to be a little less before planting, so that the planting will be good."

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh."

Zhao Ercheng: "It's best to wait until we have dried the rapeseed before it rains."

Zhao Sancheng: "That's the best."

But God usually doesn't give face like this. It often rains suddenly, which catches people off guard.

Especially when the rain falls in autumn, it comes and goes as soon as it is said, and it is frightening to dry the millet.

A few people were talking about the weather, and they arrived at the entrance of the village unknowingly, and saw Wulin who brought his own dry food.

He Ju: "You are late."

Wu Lin didn't say a word, he just stood there, waiting for Zhao Yuanle to come over.

Zhao Yuanle came over and gave him a big white eye.

"You can go back."

Wu Lin didn't listen at all, just followed behind Zhao Yuanle.

The old woman at the entrance of the village was quite curious about a young man like Wu Lin.

One and two directly grabbed He Ju and asked.

He Ju stopped at the entrance of the village and asked Zhao Yuanle to take her sickle and go home first.

When they returned home, Wu Lin also came in.

Zhao Yuanlan was not so excited about Wu Lin's arrival now, but she still couldn't help but take a second look.

Zhao Yuanle put down his things and looked at Wu Lin.

"You just want to eat."

Wu Lin: "It's too far, I have to walk for so long."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then you are also a freelancer."

After finishing speaking, Wu Lin took a look at Zhao Yuanle, and took out a bag from his luggage.

He opened the bag and brought it in front of Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't calm down when he saw the contents in the bag.

Inside, it's all pencil sharpeners.

It's just that these pencil sharpeners are just wooden frames, which just match the blades and screws she has in hand.

Zhao Yuanle shouted at Zhao Ercheng who was drying wheat on the dam, "Father, you don't have to do it, you have it."

After finishing speaking, she picked up one and looked at it carefully, and then compared it with the one she made before, and found that Wu Lin's one was much more delicate, and the size was almost the same without any difference.

Wu Lin sat there, staring at Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle: "Well... quite powerful."

Satisfied, Wu Lin took out his bowl and chopsticks again.

"I'm not used to putting less salt in cooking."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

She is really convinced...

He Ju made the lunch. She went home after chatting at the entrance of the village, and then she treated Wu Lin very well.

Zhao Sancheng couldn't help but said: "It's better to put more salt, you won't be strong if you don't eat salt."

He Ju: "Just fry it again at night."

Zhao Yuanle quickly finished her meal, she only had one thought now.

That is to let Wu Lin go home.

Wu Lin finished his meal in a leisurely manner, washed the dishes, dried them and put them away, then turned to Zhao Yuanle: "I don't want to go back."

Zhao Yuanle gritted his teeth: "Where do you live if you don't go back?"

Wu Lin: "Here."

Zhao Yuanle: "Why should our family raise an outsider?"

Wu Lin: "Pencil sharpener."

Zhao Yuan laughed aloud.

But she quickly said again: "Anyone can do this."

Wu Lin: "I don't want money."

Zhao Yuanle: "The sale hasn't started yet."

Wu Lin went straight to the door and squatted down.

"Anyway, I'm not leaving."

He Ju couldn't help persuading Zhao Yuanle: "Forget it, don't argue with fools."

Zhao Yuanle was very excited.

"We have to drive him away, we can't really let him live here."

He Ju nodded.

"Yes, there is still room."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help looking at He Ju, she wondered if her Sanniang was out of her mind.

He Ju smiled, glanced at Wu Lin, and whispered in Zhao Yuanle's ear: "Leave him here for now, Li's daughter-in-law, do you know that the landlord her aunt married gave birth to an only daughter, her cousin?" , her cousin saw this man yesterday."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?" So?

He Ju: "I told her cousin that this person is mentally ill, and there are only two parents in the family. Her cousin just wanted to hire such a man, who is good-looking and has no wrong thoughts, and his family is simple.

What she meant was, if I help make this matchmaker, give me this amount of matchmaker money. "

As she spoke, she made an eight to Zhao Yuanle.

He Ju lowered her voice: "Eight silver dollars, let's keep the person first, if his mother agrees, we will have eight silver dollars, what a bargain!"

(End of this chapter)