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

Because of Zhao Yuanle's prestige, no one has gone crazy to touch porcelain this mile.

It is enough for Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Sancheng to call Zhao Niuer and invite an old craftsman in the village.

Because it is used as a road for pigs to race, there is no need to pave stone slabs, and even Zhao Yuanle can't afford it, it is too expensive.

This time the road was built by beating and compacting the soil layer, mixing mellow soil and lime on it and burning it.

Considering that it was only one mile away, rice milk was mixed in it.

Zhao Yuanle has great strength, and she was given all the work of compacting the road.

The rest was done by Zhao Sancheng and others.

Because of Zhao Sancheng's busy work, Zhao Yuanlan successfully obtained the right to herd cattle for these two days, and she was still happy in her heart.

She and the dog, one holding the ox and the other holding the donkey, watched several people build the road by the river.

One mile road, repaired in three days to complete.

God seems to be cooperating too. It didn't rain in those few days, and the weather will be the most suitable in the future.

The old craftsman came to this road every day, stepped on it wearing straw sandals, and then told Zhao Yuanle how long it would take for the pig to run.

This road is repaired and after two days in the sun, you can pass the ox cart.

But because her pig was too big, the old craftsman told her that it would take at least five days for the pig to run.

Zhao Yuanle counted the days on his fingers, and took advantage of these days to choose among a group of pigs.

In the past few days, she has been standing on the slope, observing the strengths of her pigs.

After observing for a few days, she found that these pigs really ate and slept, and they had no strengths at all.

They focused all their attributes on the long flesh.

Zhao Yuanle's emotions were complicated for a while.

The autumn wind was getting colder and colder. While Zhao Yuanle was observing his herd of pigs, the sweet potato vines on the slope finally began to wither.

The old man stood next to the pig farm in the afternoon, and shouted to Zhao Yuanle who was sitting on the slope: "The red sweet potato is harvested!"

Zhao Yuanle nodded when he heard the words: "Okay, I will collect the sweet potatoes for a few days."

At this moment, the pigs were locked in the pigsty, and the whole village began to get busy.

Short-handed, soft-mouthed.

Most of the people in the village spontaneously came to help.

Digging up the obviously fertile slopes, the villagers each held their backs and bent over to put the dug sweet potatoes into the backs.

Zhao Yuanle was also among them.

She dug down a lot before digging it out, and there was only a small piece of sweet potato, which filled a lot of sacks.

When she dug up a very long sweet potato, she snapped it open, and the smell of sweet potato hit her face, sweet and sweet.

If you take a closer look, you can find that these sweet potatoes have a high starch content, and the texture is different where they are broken.

Yao'er ran around with his little notebook, followed by Xiaofu.

The two babies came to Zhao Yuanle's side together.

Yao'er put the notebook in front of Zhao Yuanle.

"Sister, look."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

Yao'er: "I remember everything they dug up, and I even counted the sweet potatoes that can be dug up in such a square meter."

Zhao Yuanle: "How much is that?"

Yao'er: "I think a back sash should hold more than [-] catties. They dug three square meters, and there is a back sash."

Zhao Yuanle raised his eyebrows: "This output is quite high."

Xiaofu calculated with his fingers, and looked at Yao'er helplessly.

"It's a lot?"

Yao'er: "One mu of land is 67 square meters. On average, there are more than ten catties of sweet potatoes per square meter.

How much do you count? "

Xiao Fu: "That's multiplying by ten?"

Yao'er nodded: "Well, it's about seven thousand catties, there's only more, not less."

Zhao Yuanle kept moving his hands. Hearing this answer, he nodded.

"Okay."

She remembered that for things like sweet potatoes, the yield per mu is very high, and six thousand catties per mu is the norm.

Her land is still fat, it's not normal to have more.

Others in the village felt otherwise.

People in the village were jealous while digging sweet potatoes.

A woman carried sweet potatoes on her back and sighed: "How can this Zhao Yuanle raise pigs so well, and they can grow so well by just planting something?

This one mu of land is used as a sweet potato for someone else's two mu of land, and this one is growing well. "

On the side, Xiu Erniang brought her children to help. After hearing this, she smiled and said, "Maybe it has something to do with this pig."

The rest also echoed.

Zhao Niuer's mother-in-law was sitting beside her, happily saying, "The one my family caught didn't grow so fast, but it did grow well."

Someone heard it and asked, "Is your pig a female?"

Zhao Niuer's wife nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, it's the mother caught by our family."

It's because her family has a good eye. After the sows give birth, her family will earn money every year.

Everyone showed envious eyes.

Xiuerniang said with emotion: "Look, it's better to have people from our own village do well, so we can take advantage of it.

If it is from another village, we still have this advantage? "

Everyone also agreed with this statement.

With the establishment of Zhao Yuanle's pig farm, they all took advantage of a lot, and their food improved a lot. They could still eat meat twice a month, which was better than the little landlord's.

Everyone laughed and talked here.

In the periphery, a few scattered households watched with envy.

Xiu'er passed by the entrance of the village with her younger brother in her arms, saw the little sister beside her, and said hello to her.

The little girl stood aside, lowered her head, and answered.

When Xiu'er passed by, the little sister glared at her daughter.

She said viciously, "Look at your useless appearance."

Jin Feng, who had finished selling the meat, came over, and when she heard this, she let out a cold snort, her tone was neither loud nor small, and it was very yin and yang.

"Hey, I'm a sparrow, but the egg I laid in my mouth is a sparrow."

The little girl glared at Jinfeng.

"You widow shows up in public every day, you don't want to show your face, and your mother-in-law is not easy to serve, and runs around every day, how dare you say something else?"

Jin Feng glanced at the little sister contemptuously.

"Hey, I gave birth to a son. It's great. I don't know who lost money so much. They paid out all the house and land, offended everyone, and kept screaming."

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth: "It's great, I think my mouth is going to be crooked."

As Jin Feng walked there, she turned to look at the little sister again.

"Some people's eyes are redder than a cow's eyes, and they vomit blood at night, and their mouths are still hard, haha, which one is better off, which one knows.

A stupid and bad woman, like a Harley. "

After finishing speaking, Jin Fengtou didn't turn back, leaving only the little sister with a blushing blushing face.

She scolded and told the younger sister to go back together.

But the little girl couldn't bear it any longer, and cried while covering her face.

The little girl was angry: "Why are you crying? I starved you to death? If I had known that you were a worthless child, I might as well have drowned you in the piss bucket, a worthless thing."

The little girl glanced at her own mother resentfully, she was still in tears, and was also angry.

"It's all your fault! I'm not as good as Xiu'er. Xiu'er's mother still knows how to think about her, but you only think about yourself and your brother. With your mother, I'm so unlucky!"

The little girl ran away without looking back, only the little girl was left to lose her temper.

There were also old people watching, looking at each other, smiling and mocking.

An old man: "It's very different without a brain."

Another old man: "I don't know how to think about my children, what kind of mother should I be?"

Another old man echoed: "You said that when I gave birth to my daughter, I still treated her well. Although I thought about it later, it all came out of my own stomach. Why did you say those things? It's true."

After hearing these words, the little girl went home with her face darkened and her head buried.

On the side of the pig farm, everyone was busy working together, in full swing, carts of sweet potatoes were brought in, and several old people came over to help.

There are many people and strength, and these sweet potatoes were quickly dug out, not only filling up the pig farm, but also filling up the land at the entrance of the village.

Zhao Yuanle was holding a large scale and a basket, and Yao'er was standing beside him.

Yao'er was still holding his own little notebook in his hand. He was wandering around at that time, and he had a very good memory. He remembered clearly which family members he helped, whether he was lazy, and how much he dug.

The old patriarch stood aside, and he wanted to say a few more words.

The patriarch's mother-in-law rolled her eyes and turned her back, not bothering to look at him at all.

"An old man knows how to make a fool of himself."

Sure enough, the old patriarch started talking again, talking about unity with the village, and some new words he learned for mutual benefit.

Zhao Yuanle saw that he was talking non-stop, so he interrupted directly.

"Okay, everyone who helps out today will get points, counted according to the number of people who come."

She glanced at Yao'er next to him, and Yao'er began to read his name.

Xiao Fu walked around, solemnly reminding people not to gossip.

Laicai watched from the side, but couldn't recognize him and laughed.

Next to Laicai is a dog. He and Laicai delivered things before returning, and now they are watching the fun together.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanlan leaned over, gave him two slaps, and then pulled him out.

Zhao Yuanlan: "Let me tell you, you don't have to leave when the time comes. My mother said, when everyone has left, you come to my house and carry more sweet potatoes back."

The dog nodded honestly, and then took out a large handful of sweet lanterns from his pocket.

"I picked it on the road, you take it home and eat it, just save a handful for my brother."

Zhao Yuanlan: "Hey."

She chose a big and red one, rubbed off the thorns on it, and took a bite.

"How sweet is it? Don't you give it to your grandma?"

The dog shook his head: "My grandma doesn't like to eat this, don't you like it, I picked it for you."

Zhao Yuanlan nodded in satisfaction, and patted the dog on the shoulder.

"Well, if you have a conscience, I won't beat you for the last three days."

The dog smiled.

He wanted to say that he has grown taller than her recently, and his strength has also increased a lot, so he might beat her.

But he wouldn't fight back, and let her go.

Here, after a while, she distributed all these sweet potatoes to those who came to help.

Seeing Jinfeng standing there eating melon seeds, she also asked her by the way: "Do you want it?"

Jinfeng shook her head.

"I don't want it, I'll just eat this up and fuck up."

Zhao Yuanle: "Tsk, what you are talking about, you obviously have eaten your stomach."

Jinfeng: "I won't eat."

She doesn't want to keep spanking after eating, she still has to pay attention to her image now.

Zhao Yuanle didn't say much, and turned around to go home with these sweet potatoes on his back.

She has already prepared the part for feeding the pigs, and this is her own home.

But there are still many.

Zhao Yuanle and his family carried sweet potatoes one after another, and couldn't help sighing.

"Why are there so many?"

Zhao Sancheng was carrying a bag full of shoulders, and smiled: "Okay, too much is not good."

Zhao Yuanlan also echoed: "That's right, I don't cry tired."

Yao'er carried his own special small bamboo basket with a sweet potato in it, and he nodded, "That's right, sister, how can you dislike the abundance of food?"

Zhao Yuanle: "...There is no place to put it."

Widow Yu, who was helping with the sweet potatoes, smiled when she heard the words: "It really can't be put in, so use it to make sweet potato noodles."

Zhao Yuanle: "I can't."

Widow Yu: "Let me teach you."

Zhao Yuanle nodded and smiled: "I'm sure I'll learn it soon."

The sweet potatoes were almost transported, piled up under the eaves, and placed a lot in the courtyard.

Zhao Sancheng was playing with sweet potatoes in the yard, and He Ju was standing under the eaves with a smile on his face.

"I hope that God will not let Xiaoyu these days, and the sun will come out."

The harvest season for these sweet potatoes is not right, so she is very afraid of the rainy autumn.

Zhao Sancheng rejoiced there.

"Fortunately, in order to store food, we dug a large area, otherwise, we would not be able to put so many sweet potatoes in it.

Those sweet potatoes can be put in next spring, and we don't have to spend money to buy pig food. "

He Ju: "Sweet potatoes can't be put together with food."

Zhao Sancheng smiled and said, "I must know, don't worry."

He Ju nodded in satisfaction, then turned her head and thanked Widow Yu with a smile.

"I'm inconvenient now, so I'll trouble you to help me get fans."

Widow Yu smiled and said, "Anyway, I'm on vacation these few days, so I'm playing for fun."

Zhao Yuanle suddenly raised his head and looked at Jinfeng who was taking Zhao Yuanlan to eat melon seeds and gossip.

Zhao Yuanle: "You will come when the time comes."

Jinfeng: "I don't want this again."

Zhao Yuanle: "Lose weight."

Jinfeng was helpless: "Oh..."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanlan looked Jin Feng up and down, and hummed.

"Aunt Jinfeng, you seem to have lost weight recently, but are you still beautiful?"

Jinfeng lowered her head and smiled: "Oh, it's so-so."

Zhao Yuanle narrowed his eyes: "Tsk..."

She can see that some people should have something good recently.

Therefore, it is more appropriate to help her, just to lose weight.

On the second day, Widow Yu didn't do anything else, so she came early to help, Mrs. Wang also came, and Xiu Erniang came with several daughters who could help.

The process of making sweet potato powder is actually very simple.

I fetch water from my own well, clean the sweet potatoes, cut them into pieces, and hammer them into slag.

These slags are placed in the hanging gauze, and the basin is waiting below.

Widow Yu was on the side where the four corners of the gauze were hung, and asked Zhao Yuanle to stand opposite.

"The two of us shook it together, adding more water a few times, this powder is finer and more."

Zhao Yuanle was silent for a moment, then shook his hands.

Widow Yu staggered, and then silently let go.

"I'll go over there to help, you can do it alone."

Zhao Yuanle began to vigorously shake the gauze bag cheerfully.

Throughout the whole day, except for meals, several families kept making the sweet potatoes, but they still didn't finish the sweet potatoes.

And the finished powder almost takes up the large basin that can be found, and they settle in the large basin, and it will take one night.

On the second day, the big guys poured out the precipitated water again, leaving the bottom starch, fished it out, and dried it on a bamboo mat covered with oil paper, and dried it for a whole yard.

The big guys started to solve the rest again.

After three days, these red sweet potatoes were processed.