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

Zhao Yuanle looked over and saw that the old patriarch picked up the shoes and put them on, and excitedly knocked on the ground with his cane.

Zhao Yuanle: "What's wrong?"

The old patriarch: "Yes, a nobleman is coming to see you."

Zhao Yuanle: "Which noble person?"

The old patriarch: "The new ones, yes, are the two ladies."

Zhao Yuanle frowned: "This..."

Could it be Mrs. Xi and that cousin?

The old patriarch urged: "Hurry up, hurry up and clean up, the distinguished guest is here."

With that said, he wanted to go back.

The old patriarch: "I'll go back and tidy up, and call the children in the village."

The old patriarch left, Zhao Sancheng and He Ju looked at Zhao Yuanle together.

Zhao Yuanle spread his hands.

"What should I do, don't take it too seriously."

That's what he said, but He Ju still asked Liu Xiaohong to comb her hair and change her clothes. Zhao Sancheng was also urged to change her clothes, wash her hands and comb her hair.

Zhao Yuanlan was embroidering beside her, and couldn't help sighing.

"It's really important to know whether someone is noble or not."

After thinking about it, she still thinks that the landlord is the best, that is, she can be unruly and not worry about food and clothing.

It's really annoying that these noble people are always in the same way, and they are guests when they come to visit.

Zhao Yuanle took his time and did what he should do, and he didn't take these things seriously.

When the two wives came, the patriarch was already waiting there, and even called Zhao Yuanle's family over, even the pregnant He Ju.

Mrs. Xi has rarely been to such a countryside, and there is a little novelty in her eyes.

Cousin, as usual, couldn't help giving Mrs. Xi a wink.

The old patriarch was at the front, contemplating for a while, but only said a few words, and then smiled.

Cousin stood here, listening to the introductions of these people, and looked at the Zhao family in turn.

She thought, these people's faces look pretty good, not like those with evil intentions.

Cousin spoke first.

"It's really troublesome to come here uninvited."

The old patriarch quickly waved his hand: "No trouble, no trouble."

Zhao Yuanle smiled: "Then please come home and have some tea."

Cousin nodded, and stepped on the high satin shoes firmly on the ground, walking very naturally.

Mrs. Xi held it a little bit, she was not used to walking this way.

Biaogu walked in front, talked to He Ju with a smile, and asked about the daily life of farmers.

Every time Biaogu said something, as long as He Ju didn't answer immediately, the old patriarch who followed behind would answer enthusiastically.

Half way from the entrance of the village to Zhao's house, the patriarch's wife couldn't bear it anymore, and grabbed the patriarch's waist and pinched it fiercely.

The old patriarch couldn't even scream, and his face turned into a liver color.

The patriarch's wife looked disgusted.

"You are not ashamed, really!"

After finishing speaking, she left the old patriarch and left. She really didn't want to lose this person along with her.

The old patriarch rubbed his waist, blowing his beard and staring.

"I'm a woman who knows shit."

He is the patriarch, so he helped to answer a few questions about what happened.

Zhao Yuanle was listening beside him, and couldn't help but bow his head and smile.

The old patriarch's grandson also felt ashamed and ran away covering his face.

Zhao Yuanle looked back at the location of the pig farm.

Yao'er and Xiaofu were still packing their things, and they didn't rush over with them.

When a group of people welcomed her cousin and Mrs. Xi into the house, Liu Xiaohong hurriedly brought the stool that had just been cleaned, and then pulled up Zhao Yuanlan, who was embroidering flowers, to salute.

The cousin smiled: "No need."

She glanced at Zhao Yuanlan and said, "What a lucky girl."

This round face is long, he eats a lot of meat on weekdays...

Zhao Yuanlan smiled, and then stood aside.

Biaogu sat down with Mrs. Xi, and He Ju sat beside her.

Mrs. Xi looked around at the Zhao family, and then at Zhao Yuanle, feeling surprised.

This girl from the Zhao family is really calm. She lives in such a bad place, and she is not surprised when she goes to her house, and she doesn't look around.

Being so poor, he could still bear her repeated overtures.

Well, it looks like a good girl who regards money as dung.

The cousin looked at this kind of place, but there was some emotion in her eyes.

"This house is a bit like the one I used to live in."

Mrs. Xi wondered.

"When did my cousin live like this?"

Cousin: "There are so many things you don't know."

Madam Xi snorted coldly in her heart, and turned her head to look outside the door.

"Where's Xiaofu? Didn't she come here with Laicai, and I haven't seen this girl for a while."

As soon as the words fell, Xiaofu's crisp voice came.

"Ma'am, I'm late packing up."

Xiaofu popped up at the door, Yao'er followed behind, and Erlang God followed behind Yao'er. There was a basket hanging on its body, and there were some teaching aids for Yao'er in the basket.

Mrs. Xi greeted Xiaofu with a smile.

"Little girl, come here."

Xiaofu leaned forward.

Yao'er crossed the threshold with short legs, walked towards Zhao Yuanle, stood beside Zhao Yuanle, and looked at the stranger.

He kind of dislikes these people.

Every time I come here, it seems like the stars are holding the moon, and a bunch of people are waiting for me, always aloof.

Although, these two are fine.

But he just didn't like it.

At this moment, Cousin looked at Yao'er in a daze.

She was stunned for a while.

Yao'er was stared at and frowned.

He stood behind Zhao Yuanle.

It's strange, these nobles like to stare at him, but fortunately this is an old man, unlike the little one who chased him to feed him.

Mrs. Xi noticed her cousin's unnaturalness, she let go of Xiaofu's hand, and called softly, "Cousin."

The cousin suddenly came back to her senses, and then smiled.

"I think this little boy really has eyes."

He Ju waved at Yao'er.

"Yao'er, come here and show your wife."

Yao'er blinked with black bead-like eyes, and walked over with small steps.

Cousin watched carefully, her eyes suddenly fell on Yao'er's neck.

She slowly stretched out her hand, and gently pulled out the red line on Yao'er's neck.

"You are..."

Yao'er looked down at the little piggy that she had been torn out, frowned, her voice was a little unhappy.

"My mother gave it to me, don't touch it."

The cousin looked at the pendant with an unnatural expression.

Her tone was anxious.

"Your mother, where is your mother?"

Mrs. Xi hurriedly coughed, and whispered beside her: "Didn't you say it earlier, the child lost his mother early."

The cousin hurriedly asked again: "Where is your mother's family?"

Yao'er pulled the thing back, pouted and ran back behind Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle answered for him.

"My mother's family is in another village, but we haven't seen each other for several years."

The cousin was holding the chair next to her with her palm, her expression suppressed her excitement.

"Since it's my grandfather's house, why don't you come and go?"

Zhao Yuanle became more thoughtful, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "My grandfather, he went too far, that's why he hasn't seen each other for so long, and everyone in the village knows about it."

The cousin asked again: "How did your mother die?"

Zhao Yuanle looked down at Yao'er, and said, "I'm not in good health, I left after giving birth."

Cousin: "Then, what year is she?"

this…

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while, and said, "If my mother is still alive, she should be 33 this year."

As soon as this remark came out, the cousin didn't speak for a long time.

She asked again: "Is there a date of birth?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "I'm not sure about that."

He Ju on the side: "Yes, when you get married, you have to match your horoscope. That post should be kept at home."

The cousin just wanted to speak.

Zhao Yuanle took the first step.

"Dare to ask Madam, why do you want to read my mother's horoscope."

The cousin looked around at the people around and suddenly smiled.

"I'm just curious. I see that this little gentleman is very destined. He suddenly wants to meet a relative, so I want to ask about your mother."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I see..."

She doesn't believe it.

It's not normal to see this person's reaction.

Yao'er doesn't believe it either.

But then, the cousin didn't say anything, just chatted with He Ju about some daily things, and talked about how Zhao Yuanle saved someone, and how she wanted to thank her.

Zhao Yuanle glanced at the pile of things, thinking about the possibility of her getting rich.

However, she felt that the purpose of Mrs. Xi and this cousin should not be pure gratitude.

The old patriarch was left out in the cold, and when he realized that no one was paying attention, he sighed and left here silently.

At noon, Mrs. Xi had no intention of leaving.

She looked at the pigs full of slopes, very novel.

There is also the donkey with its big eyes, and the majestic looking dog.

"The countryside is quite fun." Mrs. Xi said with emotion.

She felt that this pig running all over the mountains looked much more energetic than her black cub.

If I had known, she would have brought Heizi here today.

Xiaofu followed Mrs. Xi and introduced Mrs. Xi one by one.

Yao'er hid in her room and did not come out.

He didn't come out reluctantly until he was called by his family during the meal.

Unexpectedly, the two ladies stayed for dinner.

Fortunately, she had experience before, this time Liu Xiaohong was not as nervous as last time.

Because the two wives are very talkative, they chatted happily with He Ju, and Xiao Fu enlivened the atmosphere together, except for Yao'er, everyone ate the meal very naturally.

Yao'er always feels that she is being watched secretly.

After lunch, it took a while before the two were ready to leave.

Zhao Yuanle sent the two of them to the intersection.

Mrs. Xi finally couldn't bear to express her opinion.

"Do you want to repair the road here?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yes, I want to repair a part first, and when I have money, I will repair it slowly."

Mrs. Xi was puzzled when she heard the words, "It takes a lot of money to build roads?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yes, there are a lot of materials needed, but wages are the most important part, especially in some road sections. If you get involved with other people's fields, there will be a lot of trouble, and it will not be fair if you don't pay more."

She calculated in her heart, and said: "If it is to build a road for one mile, no matter how ordinary it is, it will cost at least a dozen or twenty silver dollars. If the weather is not good, it will cost more.

From our place to the county, there are detours and broken places, plus miscellaneous things, it may cost seven to eight hundred, almost one thousand silver dollars to be considered sufficient. "

Mrs. Xi: "Only one thousand?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Well...this is a conservative calculation."

Mrs. Xi: "If it's two thousand, isn't it repaired casually?"

Zhao Yuanle hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Well, it should be."

Mrs. Xi smiled suddenly.

"If you want to build roads, come to the county to find me another day, and let's have a good discussion."

Zhao Yuanle chuckled.

"Come when you are free." There will be no free time in the future.

She didn't understand what Mrs. Xi meant.

Want to throw money at her?
She still has a bit of backbone...

The cousin on the other side was a little absent-minded.

When it was time to leave, she looked at Zhao Yuanle a few more times, and without saying anything, she left behind the curtain of the car.

Zhao Yuanle stood at the entrance of the village, watched him off, and then turned back.

Before she got home, she heard Zhao Yuanlan's excited voice.

When she walked in, she saw Zhao Yuanlan smiling silly at the gift from Mrs. Xi.

Zhao Yuanlan carefully held the radiant silk and satin, and said to Zhao Yuanle, "Sister, this silk is more beautiful than the sunset."

Zhao Yuanle chuckled lightly.

"You like it? I'll make clothes for you during the Chinese New Year."

Just as Zhao Yuanlan was about to nod, he was hammered by He Ju.

He Ju carefully put away these precious things.

"Chinese New Year? This is for your sister to marry as a dowry, such a good thing, do you have the nerve to wear it?"

Zhao Yuanlan pursed her mouth: "My sister is not in a hurry, you are in a hurry."

He Ju glared at Zhao Yuanlan: "Why should I give you everything from my sister? If you want it, I should give it to you?"

Zhao Yuanlan: "My sister told me."

Zhao Yuanle also said: "Give it to her if she likes it, I don't care about these things."

The main reason is that these things are not easy to sell for money.

If it can be sold for money, she will definitely keep it all to sell it.

He Ju still refused to give it to Zhao Yuanlan, and gave it to Zhao Yuanlan twice. She put it away and locked it herself.

She said carefully: "This should be put away carefully."

She wants to have a good talk with the cat recently, so that the cat must ensure that there are no mice in the house.

Otherwise, if this good thing is eaten by a mouse, she will vomit to death.

Zhao Yuanlan sighed, picked up the pastry at the side, and gave Yao'er a piece.

She handed it to Zhao Yuanle, who took a sip and couldn't help humming.

"sure."

Sweet but not greasy, with a little sourness, it melts in the mouth, leaving a fragrance on the fingers.

Yao'er took a bite, took a few more yuan, wrapped it in a handkerchief, turned and walked out.

Zhao Yuanle saw it and followed curiously.

She saw Yao'er went to the pig farm, and after seeing Xiaofu, she first gave her a piece, then gave it to the old couple of Wu's family, and then walked to the nearby workshop.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but smile.

"Little man."

The visit of Mrs. Xi and others was a small episode. On the second day, Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Sancheng were busy repairing a section of road.

She didn't take it seriously at all.

The old patriarch was brooding about this.

So much so that when Zhao Yuanle came to discuss things with him, he was still talking about it.

The old patriarch: "Tell me, you don't let the children of the village live in front of the nobles, let them sing."

Zhao Yuanle: "The singing is not good."

The old patriarch: "What's the matter if you don't sing well, what if you give money again?"

Zhao Yuanle waved his hand: "How can there be so many people who spend money indiscriminately and take advantage of it?"

The old patriarch sighed.

"It's a pity to miss the opportunity."

Zhao Yuanle: "Don't be a pity, let's discuss it quickly. I want to start from one side of the pig farm and go there, and build a one-mile road, how to report."

The old patriarch sighed and began to tell Zhao Yuanle about these things.

It's just a mile of maintenance, and Zhao Yuanle's pig farm is facing it. She can start after just following the process.