Three days later, people drying sweet potato powder can be seen everywhere in the village.

Fortunately, God has been very generous these days, and it hasn't rained.

Yao'er and Xiaofu got together, and when drying the sweet potato powder, they shuttled among the sweet potato powder, looking for lumps of sweet potato powder everywhere, and then crushed them.

Zhao Yuanle was a little curious as he watched them doing this with great enjoyment.

"Is this fun?"

He Ju smiled and said, "You and Xiao Lan loved it like this back then."

Zhao Yuanle: "Ah? Is there any?"

Zhao Yuanlan nodded: "Yes, every time you grab the big one and tell me to pinch the small one, my fingertips hurt so much."

When Zhao Yuanle saw Yao'er, he always divided a big piece equally, and pinched half with Xiaofu.

She hurriedly said: "Wash your hands before pinching."

This thing is not going to be washed after drying.

Widow Yu sifted through the powder with a sieve, and couldn't help thinking about what would happen afterwards.

"With so much powder, I'm afraid that if I eat it for several years."

Looking at these fans, Zhao Yuanle remembered something.

"Can this be used to make hot and sour powder?"

Widow Yu nodded, remembering the drama she sang before, and said, "Do you know that the three brothers became sworn brothers in Taoyuan? At that time, they ate hot and sour noodles."

Zhao Yuanle hummed.

"It must be made up. Lazi has only been here for a few hundred years, and the Three Kingdoms were all thousands of years ago."

Widow Yu chuckled: "Anyway, that's what it says in the play."

Zhao Yuanle looked at the many fans.

"Can we sell more?"

He Ju agrees.

"Okay, our family can't finish eating so much."

Zhao Yuanle thought of something and smiled.

She wants to make sweet potato skins and then sell roasted sweet potato skins.

The skin of the sweet potato is brushed with oil, grilled and scorched and bubbling, sprinkled with dried fish powder, chili noodles, salt, cumin pepper noodles, and then brushed with a layer of soy sauce.

It's a pity that I haven't folded the ears now, so I can only sprinkle a handful of soaked carrots, and finally put on a stick and sprinkle with chopped green onion.

Perfect…

At that time, if she is free, she can also push a small stall, add two wheels and a rain shield, not only yell, but also eat while roasting.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yuanle looked at the pig farm and mentioned the matter of being a pig race.

"I think it's time to let these pigs race. I won't sell the fast pigs."

Or she can add obstacles and pick pigs that are fast and agile.

Zhao Yuanlan: "That must be the fastest runner of the wild boar king."

Zhao Yuanle: "If you are big, you can run fast? That's not necessarily true."

Because of this, the whole family, as well as those around them, started betting on which pig would run the fastest.

On the second day, Zhao Yuanle numbered all the pigs, except for the pregnant sows, there were about thirty pigs, each with a size of one, and stuck them on their backs with paste.

Yaoer took a fancy to number two.

Everyone else has their own fancy.

Some people choose sharp heads, some people choose long legs, and some prefer big bodies.

The competition is also very simple. On the road, three lanes are drawn, and the three pigs compete together.

When Yaoer marks the finish line, Zhao Yuanle gives orders at the start point.

Everyone in the village came to watch the fun, standing by the side of the road to gamble.

One mile, next to people standing.

Occasionally, passers-by would come over to take a look after asking.

Following Zhao Yuanle's order, the three pigs rushed out with a whoosh, trying to perform well in front of the pig king.

The surrounding villagers were dumbfounded.

The beard of the old patriarch was blown up.

He murmured: "Mother, I don't know that pig can run so fast."

Jin Feng sighed in the crowd.

"Faster than when killing pigs."

She was deeply impressed by the pig's agility and speed when killing the pig.

Chen Moying and Ming Huangyan heard the cheers from a long distance away, and when they approached, they saw the hoofs running, and fell silent for a moment.

Chen Moying: "I seem to be wrong, these pigs seem to have made up their minds."

Ming Hong said: "You read that right, there really are."

Red Belly stood aside, surprised by the speed of these pigs.

"Faster than me."

A group of people chose a good place and watched the pig race with relish.

Ming Hong made a speech.

"Brother Chen, take a gamble?"

Chen Moying: "What are you betting on?"

Ming Hong said: "The money I owe you is a bet."

Chen Moying: "Oh? Then what if you lose?"

Ming Hong said, "Losing? I never thought about it."

Chen Moying smiled slightly: "If you lose, you have to promise me that I will be fully responsible for renting the pig."

Hearing Ming Hui's words, Wu Chen Moying gave him a meaningful look.

"can."

Chen Moying: "I bet on NO.18 first."

Ming Yan took a closer look, and couldn't help saying: "No. 18, it seems that there is nothing special about it."

Chen Moying: "These eighteen are special."

Ming Hongyan glanced around and chose No.11.

"Eleven." This number is also special.

Round after round passed, and when all the pigs ran, Yaoer began to count the time.

Ming Hongyan and Chen Moying went there together.

The two of them were dressed in casual clothes, and they quietly went to the side to listen to the results.

Yaoer: "The fastest runner, NO.11, second, second, third, NO.18."

Chen Moying: "It's a pity."

However, there was not much regret in his tone.

Ming Hongyan won, and said with a smile, "I will still pay back the money I owe you."

Zhao Yuanle walked over and took a look at some people in the corner.

She looked at her pig and knew it.

Here comes the pig renter.

She didn't pay attention to these people immediately, and chose to drive the pig back to the pigsty first.

The surrounding villagers also slowly dispersed, discussing the pig race just now together in twos and threes.

They made their own bets and are now arguing over whether they won or lost their bet.

These people, at most, glanced at Ming Yanyan and his party twice, but they didn't react much.

Ming Hong said he knew.

These people only recognize the ostentatious clothes, but in fact, few of them really recognize his appearance.

Wearing regular clothes, wearing a hat, and not surrounded by people around you will not attract crowds of onlookers and attention.

Of course, these people would still avoid him.

A group of people walked towards the pig farm, Yao'er and Xiaofu walked slowly.

Suddenly, he heard Xiaofu's surprised voice.

"Master Chen."

Laicai, who was following the two children, also looked over, with a smile on his face.

"Master Chen."

Yao'er looked up, he remembered these people.

What are these people doing here?

He turned his head, swung his short legs and ran towards his sister to report the news.

Chen Moying bent down and said with a smile, "Xiaofu is round again."

Xiaofu smiled.

Laicai: "How is the young master recently?"

Chen Moying nodded: "Okay, how about you, are you okay here?"

Laicai nods.

"pretty good."

Chen Moying asked about his life here, and the group walked over talking and laughing.

After Zhao Yuanle drove the pig back to the pigsty, as soon as he came out, he met Yao'er who was out of breath.

Yao'er said anxiously to Zhao Yuanle: "Sister, those people are here to look for you, they are almost here."

Zhao Yuanle wiped the sweat from Yao'er's forehead, and said with a smile, "Really."

Ming Hongyan's voice was behind Yao'er.

He chuckled: "Yes, we don't eat people."

Yao'er looked back, her face was discouraged.

He obviously ran very fast.

Xiaofu covered his mouth and snickered.

The group of them actually watched Yao'er running hard all the time behind Yao'er's back.

No one overtook him, because he ran so seriously.

Zhao Yuanle knew their reason for coming, but he didn't expect two more people to come.

Zhao Yuanle: "I thought it was just that the bare belly came here with the money, and then took a few pigs away."

Chen Moying: "You don't need to take the pig away, just circle a spot and observe."

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "Actually, it can be farther away."

If these pigs are close to her, they will have a blessing bonus, and the results will be inaccurate.

Only by staying away from her can it be proved that this is a characteristic of the pig itself and has nothing to do with her blessing.

Chen Moying smiled and said, "Why?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Well, because the surrounding area is beautiful, the pigs are in a good mood, and in most places, pigs are raised in captivity.

So the pigs in the two situations are different, so the effects should also be different. "

Chen Moying: "Is that so, then I have to stay here even more."

Ming Hong laughed but said nothing.

Zhao Yuanle shrugged.

"It's up to you, I just want money, but I don't rent the top three."

In fact, what Ming Yan and the others wanted to choose was the most ordinary ones.

Due to budget, they only selected three heads.

Zhao Yuanle burst into laughter when the three bank notes were credited.

She took Yao'er, invited these people back home, greeted Aunt Hong, and asked them to cook for a few more people.

He Ju is now somewhat immune to the nobleman.

To Shang Minghongyan, he wouldn't just kneel down with a big belly.

And Ming Hongyan greeted him first.

Zhao Yuanle put Yao'er at home and turned his head to see no one else.

Zhao Yuanle: "Where are people?"

He Ju: "Your third uncle is in the cattle pen, and Xiao Lan has gone out again."

Zhao Yuanle then went to the house, took pastries, poured water, and entertained the two of them.

Chifu and the other two were hiding in some dark place, and she didn't bother to ask, as they defaulted to not eating.

Ming Hongyan sat on the chair, talking to Yao'er with a smile.

Yao'er has a good impression of Ming Hongyan, and she doesn't care about what she says.

Chen Moying went out and stood among a pile of sweet potato noodles drying in the sun, watching Zhao Yuanle skillfully pick and pull the noodles with bamboo claws.

He asked, "Is this sweet potato flour?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

"Well, it can be stored for a long time after drying. If you want to eat it, just boil it with water, fry it, bake it, boil it, whatever."

Chen Moying looked at the pig farm over there, and said with emotion: "In this way, it can be said that four birds with one stone are raised, the pigs are raised, the grain is harvested, the land is also fertilized, and there is also a methane that can be used."

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes, some people thought that raising pigs in the countryside was useless."

Chen Moying coughed lightly: "I never said that."

Zhao Yuanle handed him the bamboo paw.

"Since we are going to start observing pigs here in the future, we have to integrate into life well. Come on, the first step."

Chen Moying raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

Zhao Yuanle smiled slightly: "Since I took the initiative to find this job, I have to do it well."

She also wanted to see how powerful her own pigs were.

After lunch, the group hurried back.

Because someone took the initiative to invite Ying, Ming Hongyan had a lot less work to do, and only had to arrange two protectors for Chen Moying.

The people in the village didn't know Chen Moying's identity. They only knew that there was a handsome and gentle young man who came to his village, bought a piece of land, raised several pigs of the Zhao family, built a small yard, dug a fish pond, and Two servants live here.

This place is not far from the Zhao family's pig farm, so it can be said that they help each other.

Zhao Yuanle felt that Chen Moying's arrival did not change her life much.

She also felt that Chen Moying seemed to be more addicted to rural life, raising pigs, chickens, ducks, fish and flowers, and then keeping a record every day, getting up early to take a walk in the morning mist, and walking around when the weather was good.

It's completely retirement life.

In less than half a month, he completely turned himself into a local.

Hmm, looks like a clean and polite young local.

Apart from retirement life, what he loves the most is to come to the school to listen to Yao'er's lectures, and sometimes to add something by the way.

Because of this, Yao'er established a sympathetic friendship with him.

Of course, Yaoer thinks so unilaterally.

As a person who has taught in university, Chen Moying has a good temper and likes children. She gets along very harmoniously with this group of children. She is also very patient when teaching things, and the children are willing to listen and understand.

Yao'er temporarily forgot about Wu Lin, and had a fierce fight with Chen Moying.

According to Yao'er's careful observation, he found that the knowledgeable Mr. Chen seemed to treat his sister differently.

But my sister only cares about making money, and she doesn't respond to Mr. Chen's differences.

Because of the lessons learned by Wu Lin, Yao'er did not take the liberty to ask Chen Moying himself this time, but found Xiaofu to inquire about the news.

In Yao'er's room, Xiao Fu sat on the bench and saw that Yao'er not only closed the door, but also closed the windows firmly.

Xiaofu blinked.

"Yao'er, this is not good. Your sister told me that a little girl can't stay alone in a room with a boy and close the doors and windows."

Yao'er: "It's okay, my sister told me so, but I'm only three years old, so I'm not considered a boy."

Xiaofu thought for a while, nodded, and then asked: "Then what are you going to do?"

Yao'er sat directly opposite Xiaofu, looking serious.

"Do you know what kind of person Mr. Chen is?"

Xiaofu didn't think about it.

"He is a good man."

Yao'er: "Then, he is so old, why didn't he get married, is there something wrong with him?"

Xiao Fu bit his finger, rolled his eyes, and shook his head: "No, he's fine, he just didn't want to get married before."

Yao'er frowned: "Ah, he doesn't want to get married?"

Xiao Fu hurriedly said: "No, now that I think about it, he likes your sister."

Yao'er was startled: "How do you know?"

Xiaofu: "All the uncles and aunts in the newspaper say so."

Yao'er was a little happy.

"Really."

Xiaofu asked back: "Do you think this is good?"

Yaoer nodded.

He sighed like an adult again.

"I think Mr. Chen is very nice, he knows a lot and has a good temper.

But my elder sister only has pigs and money in her eyes, and never worries about her marriage. I worry too much about her. "

Yao'er put her hands behind her back, helplessly: "This is the third one."

Xiaofu: "Huh?"

Yaoer: "First one, everyone in my family thinks it's good, but my sister only wants to make money, she doesn't want it, someone else got engaged some time ago.

The second one is very smart and good-looking. I like him too, but he doesn't like my sister!Hmph...Later he was kicked out by my sister to do free work for others.

Now Mr. Chen is the third one.

He knows a lot, has a nice handwriting, and has a good temper and a nice person. I am very satisfied.

As the saying goes, there are only three things, this time, I must do something. "

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