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

Zhao Yuanle coughed.

"Then the sapling is still planted."

Zhao Yuanlan was extremely excited.

"Plant, must be planted, must be planted!"

Zhao Ercheng is also a little superstitious.

"Let's just plant this. It feels a bit famous. Anyway, there must be nothing bad. After all, we don't do anything wrong."

Zhao Yuanle glanced at Brother Xiong and nodded slowly.

"yes…"

Brother Xiong, reincarnate as a panda in your next life, don't be a black bear.

After all, she didn't dare to hit the panda now.

A group of people stayed here for a while, and then returned home excitedly.

After returning home, the bear that Zhao Yuanle beat quickly attracted onlookers from the whole village.

Zhao Ercheng specially used this big shelf to show the bear in front of everyone.

He stood aside, quite proud.

"See, this is the bear my daughter hit."

Zhao Yuanlan took the sapling to show off to a group of people over there.

She recounted what Zhao Yuanle said with added details.

"I saw a flash of golden light, and the old man disappeared.

No one can be seen anywhere, what is this mountain god?
And this sapling, all belong to my family. I am very lucky. I dare say that no one has ever seen this sapling. Who of you has seen it? "

A bunch of people looked around and looked around, but no one really knew him.

Jinfeng's eyes were sharp, and when she saw a person who wanted to hide the sapling secretly, she rushed towards him.

"What are you doing, someone else's house, what are you hiding!"

Wang Hai's daughter-in-law, who was discovered, smiled awkwardly.

"I didn't steal it, I just took a look."

Zhao Yuanlan leaned over to protect the saplings.

"Don't think about stealing this sapling, and don't look at any of you who have this blessing!"

Jinfeng nodded: "That's right!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Leave two for me when the time comes, and I will grow one too."

She doesn't believe in gods too much, but she still wants to get involved in this kind of thing.

Zhao Yuanle coughed.

"As for this thing, I'm not sure, but, after my family has planted it, if there is any saved, it will definitely be distributed to everyone."

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of the villagers were burning.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle gave Yao'er a look.

Yaoer understands.

"If there are children in the family who go to school, they will be given according to the ranking."

Zhao Yuanle: "As for the rest, just go to the back."

For a while, many people around the audience rushed home.

Hurry to ask the children's final grades!
That night, Zhao Yuanle counted the number of saplings that came out overnight.

Five hundred saplings.

According to her estimated water storage capacity of each tree, as well as the space on the side of the pig farm, the space on her own side, and some places on the roadside, a total of two hundred trees will be needed.

As for the rest, she can send it around.

If you have a good relationship, send out one more tree.

Jin Feng wanted more, but Zhao Yuanle didn't give it.

The reason is very simple, she thinks that given to Jinfeng, Jinfeng probably doesn't have much place to grow it.

For two people, two trees are enough.

As for Chen Moying, Zhao Yuanle gave him three trees because he wanted to do a comparative experiment.

However, Chen Moying didn't believe the rumors in the village, but he didn't ask Zhao Yuanle any more.

Anyway, it won't be a bad thing.

Before the fifteenth day, Zhaojiaao was almost full of this tree, and almost every household had it.

There is a circle around the pig farm.

The villagers found that this tree was alive and well, and they had never heard of it being planted to death. They became more and more convinced of the blessing of this tree.

On the Lantern Festival on 15, Zhao Dacheng brought his family back for a reunion.

He carefully observed the tree, but he couldn't tell what kind it was.

He felt that many structures of the sapling were obviously incompatible with this place.

His puzzled eyes always glanced at Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle pretended not to see, she looked at Zhao Yuanxi enthusiastically.

"Sister, when will I follow you to the hospital to study?"

Zhao Yuanxi smiled.

"It's the first month."

Zhao Yuanle: "Are there no patients at this time?"

Zhao Yuanxi: "There are fewer patients at this time."

Zhao Yuanle: "Because they eat well at this time?"

Zhao Yuanxi smiled and shook his head: "Because they don't want to spend money on seeing a doctor in the first month, and they think that they will get over it. They worry that if they spend money on seeing a doctor in the first month, they won't make any money this year, and they will get more sick."

Zhao Yuanle frowned: "Hey..."

Now she is almost dying to read these books, but she is not given an internship opportunity.

That being the case... She took out the token Ming Hongyan gave her.

If she can't study medicine, then she can practice martial arts, oh no, practice shooting.

On the [-]th day, when Zhao Dacheng's family returned to the county, Zhao Yuanle went with them.

When she arrived in the county, she took the cakes and went to Qingye Hall.

Let’s take a look at Wulin first, keep the cakes, and take away the small book about the process of making milk powder.

Then, she accurately found the red belly.

Zhao Yuanle showed the token in his hand towards his bare belly.

"See, I can touch the gun now."

The red belly glanced at her: "Then you go."

Zhao Yuanle: "I don't know the way."

Red belly: "Ask."

Zhao Yuanle: "Isn't this asking you?"

The red belly was silent for a moment.

He was just about to describe how to get there with Zhao Yuanle when he heard the sound of the door opening behind him.

Ming Hongyan came out wearing a moon-white uniform.

"Let's go together."

He happened to want to practice too.

On the way to that place, Chibu followed behind the two of them, frowning involuntarily.

What is there to practice.

He felt that those guns were not as useful as bows, crossbows and swords, and those things were not very accurate in actual combat.

For him at least.

The few people quickly arrived at the training place. The place looked ordinary on the outside, but after entering, it was a different world.

When Zhao Yuanle saw the neat corridors, the sandy ground, and those movable targets, he thought for a moment that he had returned to modern times.

"Wow…"

She opened her mouth involuntarily.

Ming Hong asked someone to bring the gun.

Zhao Yuanle saw the actual gun.

"A bastard's box?"

Isn't this what she first painted for the children in the next door village?

Ming Hong said: "Although you can't think of details, Wu Lin's brain is still very good."

Zhao Yuanle wanted to reach out to touch it, but was stopped by Ming Hongyan.

He is now wearing smart clothes, the wide sleeves are long gone, and there are armors on his arms.

He picked up the gun, and within a few clicks, it was completely dismantled.

Zhao Yuanle: "This?"

Ming Hong said: "If you want to use a gun, you must first understand it and understand its structure, and then practice it, then you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Zhao Yuanle: "What do you mean by understanding, that you dismantle it?"

Ming Hong said: "Take the gun apart, and then put it back on without any mistakes. Practice until you can finish it within 10 minutes.

Then, you can shoot the contact. "

Zhao Yuanle: "I..."

She looked at the pile of parts, her head was a little big.

Seeing her embarrassed look, Ming Hongyan smiled lightly: "It's actually not difficult."

He didn't use it a few times, and put the thing on again.

Ming Hongyan looked at her: "Try?"

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "The brain knows it, but the hands don't."

Ming Hong said: "Come on, let me teach you, let's get to know each part first."

He dismantled the gun a few times.

Zhao Yuanle sighed.

She thought she could start playing directly, but who knows, she has to take mechanics class first.

But I have to say that Ming Hongyan is still very good at teaching people, much better than Wu Lin.

Wu Lin, when teaching others, always takes himself as the standard, he will only say, first do this, then do that, if you can't learn it, you are stupid.

Ming Hongyan obviously understands ordinary people better.

People don't say this first, then that, but they explain each step clearly, and they can use metaphors, and they are very patient in demonstrating.

After he taught it a few times, Zhao Yuanle memorized these parts and their positions clearly.

He let her try to fight on her own.

Recalling the previous steps, Zhao Yuanle fought a little slowly, but finally succeeded.

Ming Hongyan took the assembled gun, looked at it carefully, pointed out two small points of inadequacy, and asked her to dismantle it to continue.

The first time is raw and the second time is familiar. After several trials, Zhao Yuanle finally became proficient.

Ming Hongyan gave a positive attitude towards Zhao Yuanle's speed.

"Learn faster than bare belly."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanle raised one eyebrow lightly, and looked at the red belly.

After hearing this, Chibu silently looked to the other side.

After Zhao Yuanle installed it several times skillfully, Ming Hongyan thought it was all right, so he sent someone to send bullets.

Zhao Yuanle looked at those bullets with excitement in his eyes.

Ming Hongyan picked up a few and stuffed them into the magazine.

"These bullets are for training. The gunpowder is removed. When you become proficient in the future, you can use the gunpowder."

Zhao Yuanle: "Okay."

Ming Hongyan tried to fire a few rounds, and the gun hit ten rings.

Zhao Yuanle: "Wow!"

It's a pity that the pig's eyesight is not good, so she can't play on it.

Ming Hong said: "You have good arm strength and great strength, so you will hold the gun very steadily, and your aim will be much better."

Zhao Yuanle: "That is."

Ming Hong said: "First try whether you have left or right eye."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

Ming Hong said: "First open both eyes to determine the position of an object, then close one eye to determine the position of this object.

Try the position of the two eyes in this way, which eye has the smallest error, and which eye will be used for aiming in the future. "

Zhao Yuanle: "Is there still such a thing? Then you have both eyes open, are they both the same?"

Ming Hongyan smiled: "It's not the same, but I will judge for myself."

Zhao Yuanle became confident.

"I can too."

"Oh?" Ming Hong raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand: "Please."

Zhao Yuanle stuffed the bullet in and fired it out a few times.

The voice of the man reporting the target came from over there.

"Empty target, empty target, one ring."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Ming Hongyan held back his laughter: "Actually, you are better than bare belly. When he hit him for the first time, he missed all three shots."

At this time, the voice of the person reporting the target over there came again.

"No, it's all empty, that link hit the target next to it."

Zhao Yuanle spoke in a low voice, his voice was quite weak: "Actually, I aimed at the one next to me."

Ming Hong said that he couldn't hold back his laughter now.

The expression on the red belly is also a little bit like laughing.

Ming Hongyan said softly, "Why don't you try which eye you're aiming at first."

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh..."

After trying that method, she confirmed that she was the right eye.

She fired a few more shots, still empty.

"oops…"

Ming Hongyan walked over, looked at Zhao Yuanle's posture, and quickly pointed out what was wrong.

"The posture should be like this to ensure that the direction is accurate."

Zhao Yuanle fired a few more shots, and this time he was hit with the third ring.

She thought of the ten rings Ming Yan said.

"Is this something natural? I don't think I have this talent."

Ming Hong said: "There are talents, and there are people who work hard the day after tomorrow, but most of them are practice, until this movement becomes a subconscious reaction of the body.

Among them, a sense of space is also needed to determine the influence of wind speed.

When aiming at moving things, you also need to judge the psychology and movement trajectory of the opponent, so that you can aim better.

Anyway... just practice more, there are many experienced people here, they don't say ten hits out of ten, but ten, five or six hits is enough, you can also ask them for advice. "

Zhao Yuanle took a look at the gun and frowned slightly.

"5.00% sixty, there is a half chance of missing, isn't it too small?"

Ming Hong said: "It's not too small. Most of the battlefields are stray bullets. On average, one shot in ten is not bad."

Zhao Yuanle: "Is that so? No wonder sharpshooters are worth so little."

Ming Hong said: "Yes, but even fewer pilots."

Zhao Yuanle: "Do we have any?"

Ming Hongyan smiled helplessly.

"No."

It's very simple, because the fighter jet technology is not good, they sell the machine to make money for you, but they refuse to give experienced trainers to come, now you have to figure it out by yourself.

Zhao Yuanle: "It's okay, I don't need it now, pay attention to Dongying's side, just don't let them have it."

Those people must have come from the sea. At this time, there is no aircraft (carrier), and the plane can still come across the Pacific Ocean.

Ming Hong said: "But you still have to hurry up."

It's one thing not to use it, but another to have it.

Zhao Yuanle did not continue to say anything, but began to concentrate on practicing.

When she got home, Ming Yan told her about sending telegrams, because telegraphs were out of stock, and she had to wait a while to practice this.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't wait for it.

Now she's busy enough.

After returning home this time, she was going to think about getting milk powder.

It is not easy to store fresh milk, and the storage of frozen milk consumes a lot of space. Therefore, milk powder is also a good choice, and it can also meet long-distance transportation.

In fact, it is really not difficult to simply make milk powder, that is, to make powder, heating is the easiest way, but to ensure the taste and nutrition as much as possible, some technology is required.

Wu Lin wrote the steps very carefully in his small book. Where tools were needed, he even drew a picture by hand, not only a sketch, but also a three-dimensional view with a section, and the dimensions were marked out.

Zhao Yuanle looked at it and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Really, how can there be only one you, come a few more."

Come a few more, is there no talent for the prosperity of the country?
When Zhao Yuanle was seriously thinking about making milk powder, Zhao Niu'er brought back the news of the road construction.

The whole village knew about it at once.

The county pays money to repair the main roads in various places.

The whole village is eagerly discussing this matter.

Everyone is happy.

But Zhao Yuanle's face was thoughtful.

People say that if you want to get rich, you must first build roads, but there is another situation where you must first build roads.

That is to transport supplies.