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

Zhao Yuanle directly rejected the proposal.

"It is said that food is included, and it will not be converted into money and sent to you. Besides, I think you are very happy to eat every meal?"

This woman is still not giving up.

"This meal is good, but it's just too good. The elderly and men at home can't eat such a good meal, what a pity.

You can exchange it for money and give us a little bit. "

She wanted to save the money, and when the time came, she could just take her own steamed bread or something, and it would be enough for a meal, as long as she could eat enough, why bother with meat, vegetables, and oil.

Zhao Yuanle looked at it, and many people agreed, so he couldn't help sighing.

"You guys... let me tell you something about you?"

She walked over, stared at these people, and asked: "Aren't you human? You work to earn money, so can't you eat something good?
Why, the men at home have nothing to eat, look around, look next door, what is it if it's not a man?
Didn't people eat it?

When I recruited people before, I didn't stop men from coming, did I?

It's because they don't come by themselves, so they can't eat. "

As he said that, Zhao Yuanle frowned: "What's wrong with you, you still feel guilty after eating something good?
So I won't exchange it for money for you. If you want to exchange it for money, you can still eat these?

At least for now, I can guarantee that you will eat these things every meal, so that you won't be so skinny and skinny.

If you want me to tell you, those who are mothers and women should go to the back row. You must first treat yourself as a human being, and you should be tight to yourself first. It is not against the law to eat well.

I veto this idea, don't even think about it. "

At this time, Wang Hai's daughter-in-law said abruptly: "Oh, we don't have such a workshop here. You are the only one in terms of the owner."

Zhao Yuanle hummed.

"That is."

She is now the monopoly leader of ten miles and eight villages.

There is no anti-monopoly law now, and she can continue to be the leader of the monopoly.

At this time, the widow found two new wooden crowbars and gave each of the two women one.

"If you have something to say, talk about it, why are you arguing, what are you fighting about."

The two took the things, glanced at each other, then turned their heads with a cold snort.

Zhao Yuanle stood beside the widow Yu and whispered in her ear: "Look, these two people must still remember this when they are sixty, and they might have to quarrel at that time."

Widow Yu burst out laughing.

"That's not."

Are there not many old enemies like this in the village?

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh, this kind of thing is really boring."

She has to set a rule in the future, the bonus will be deducted for fights, otherwise she will get it.

Or, she put up a sign next to it.

Just write it like this.

[Don't fight, win and go to jail, lose and see a doctor]

Thinking about it, Zhao Yuanle smiled, turned around and went back to continue training Xuzhu.

In the days that followed, the women in the workshop had been at peace for a long time, and the things they made were much faster, and the quality was much better.

While Zhao Yuanle was happy, he was looking for a new female worker.

It's very simple, the wool of woolen pigs can be produced in just a few months, and she needs new female workers to operate the looms, weaving pig wool and selling it. …

It is not difficult to operate a loom, and the principle of this thing is not much different from that of a loom.

Therefore, the person she wants to choose, the first choice, is someone who can weave.

With the experience of looms, it will be much easier for her to train again, and she will be able to reach the standard soon.

When Zhao Yuanle was carefully selecting female workers, the days passed day by day, and in the blink of an eye, it was the time when Chen Moying was about to leave.

Before leaving, Chen Moying harvested the vegetables and other crops he had grown, and also gave away a lot of chickens and ducks he raised.

The day before he left, he used these things as raw materials, set up a few tables in his small courtyard, and called some acquaintances and close friends to come and see him off together.

Knowing that Chen Moying was going to leave, the women in Shiliba Village were all visibly sad, and a few little girls wept on the spot, crying into a ball, saying that they were reluctant to let Chen Moying go.

Chen Moying comforted these people patiently, while holding a wine glass, she talked and drank with some old people.

Zhao Yuanle sat aside, eating quietly.

After most people finished eating, Zhao Yuanle and Xiu Erniang stayed behind to help Chen Moying clean up.

Walking into the kitchen late with a tall stack, Zhao Yuanle sighed, "How long will this take to wash?"

Disposable bowls and chopsticks are better.

Next to the big stove, firewood was burning in the earthen stove, and a pot filled with water was on top. At this time, the water was already ringing.

Chen Moying sat on a short bench with four corners, looking at the orange-yellow flames in the stove, mottled shadows were cast between her eyebrows and eyes, and a little light from the fire was reflected from her smooth forehead.

His whole body was shrouded in a touch of sadness.

Zhao Yuanle half-joked: "Why, are you reluctant to leave?"

Chen Moying nodded directly.

"It's really a little bit reluctant."

It turned out that in his bones, he didn't like wandering around so much.

Zhao Yuanle: "You are a person who wants to do big things, and leaving here now is only temporary. If you want to come back to take care of yourself, come back later."

Chen Moying smiled lightly.

"It's also okay."

He looked at Zhao Yuanle: "I'll leave tomorrow morning."

It's morning again and I don't want people to know.

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I understand you, if you want me, I'm also afraid that a bunch of big girls and young wives will chase the carriage and cry."

Chen Moying smiled helplessly.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Yuanle laughed: "Just kidding, you are a good security chief, many people really like you, when you go to other places, there will be many people who really like you, or in other words, respect and love you.

Go to bed early today, I will see you off tomorrow. "

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yuanle moved the other bowls and chopsticks in, said hello, and went home to rest.

That night, Zhao Yuanle lit the lamp, and in his hands were two thin wooden sticks wrapped with blue pig hair, and he was perfecting the final place.

After finally knitting this pair of gloves, Zhao Yuanle breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding the glove, she gestured to make sure that Chen Moying could wear a glove of this size.

The blue one is also suitable for him.

Early the next morning, Zhao Yuanle heard movement on the side of the road, got up all of a sudden, put on his clothes and shoes, pulled his hair casually, and ran to the side of the road.

Chen Moying stood by the side of the road, waiting for everything to be packed and boarded the car. …

Under the bright moonlight, Zhao Yuanle ran over with something.

Chen Moying smiled and watched her stop in front of him.

"Not in a hurry."

Zhao Yuanle smiled and handed him the gift.

Chen Moying looked at the package, curious: "What is it?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's a glove made of pig hair."

Chen Moying was still a little surprised.

"I have a gift too?"

Zhao Yuanle: "You must have it, Ming Hongyan has it, why don't you?
How to put it, I also got to know you first, and I have a better relationship with you, and ah, this was done on purpose, as for him, it was given on a whim. "

Holding this thing, Chen Moying couldn't hide her smile, but she was a little puzzled.

"I've heard of gloves, but I haven't used them yet."

In his impression, when it's cold in winter, men can at most wear wristbands with animal hair, and women mostly wear Tang Pozi or small heaters.

Gloves are rarely used.

Zhao Yuanle: "Don't worry, this is definitely suitable, and the design is very good."

This is not a simple five-finger glove, it is a half-finger plus a cover, and there is a separate cover for the thumb.

When you have nothing to do, you can cover it all warmly, and when you have something to do, you can also make it into a half-finger, which does not affect holding a pen or doing other things.

She had put a lot of thought into it.

Chen Moying took the things and thanked them with a smile.

But he still has a little doubt.

"What does this mean?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Meaning? There is no meaning. I just saw that you seemed to be very interested in the hat made of pig hair that day, so I thought about making another one for you with pig hair.

No, I just thought of your winter time. Because of the cold, you still had frostbite on your hands, so I got you gloves. "

Chen Moying nodded slowly: "I have a heart."

Someone next to him called Young Master.

Chen Moying turned and walked towards his carriage. Before getting into the carriage, he waved to Zhao Yuanle.

Chen Moying: "Goodbye."

Zhao Yuanle waved: "Goodbye!"

The curtain of the car fell, the wheels rolled, and Chen Moying left.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the rear wheel of the last car, feeling a little melancholy.

"Another one was sent away."

Now, the small place of Bailing County has completely returned to normal, and there are not many nobles hanging around here anymore.

Zhao Yuanle went back to his room, in the courtyard, and confronted Mrs. Wen.

Zhao Yuanle: "I'm just seeing off people on the road."

Worker Wen nodded quickly.

"I see."

Back in the room, Zhao Yuanle lay back on the bed.

Just when she was about to sleep in the cage, she suddenly realized something.

The cubs born to the woolen pig began to grow up crazily, but the pig god hadn't come to her dream for a long time.

Okay... I promised to do it, but now I haven't come for so long.

Fucking her again, damn it...

With a snort, Zhao Yuanle simply sat up from the bed, went to the table, took out the ledger and started to settle the accounts.

In this calculation, Zhao Yuanle also calculated all the money he earned this quarter.

The brush workshop can now earn more than one hundred silver dollars a month. As for the pigs raised by the family, because they sold some piglets to Chen Moying, the number of slaughtered pigs has not increased much, and the price has remained at about fifty. It looks like ten silver dollars. …

After deducting other costs and selling these pigs, the net profit for this quarter is [-] silver dollars, plus [-] silver dollars for the workshop.

Then this quarter, I earned [-] yuan.

Very good, meeting Zhao Yuanle's expectations.

However, pig milk, which is a big head, did not make much money during this period, because the family had to drink it, and pigs could only produce milk after giving birth, and the output was average.

In this way, in this quarter, pig milk can only be regarded as maintaining the money consumed by these labor and making pig milk powder machines.

But Zhao Yuanle doesn't care about this, she thinks that pig's milk is good for the health of her family, which is more important than the money she makes.

And, next season, her wool pigs will start making money.

As far as a pig can produce [-] catties of wool in three months, and a catty of finished pig wool is initially estimated at five yuan, excluding losses, a pig can earn at least eight silver dollars in three months.

With the addition of two big pigs, when the eighteen cubs grow up, there will be twenty, which is about one hundred and sixteen. The income is still considerable.

Moreover, after three months, the group of little woolen pigs grew up and could give birth again.

Their fur color can also change according to what she feeds, and then they can be sold at the price after dyeing.

More importantly, these pigs don’t need to be killed, they can supply hair all the time, and the longer the pigs live, the bigger they grow, the more hair they produce, the longer the hair will be, and the quality is estimated to be better. Different.

To sum up, raising woolen pigs is a long-term business, and the longer you keep them, the more money you can make.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuanle narrowed his eyes with a smile.

"What a good pig, thank you Colin, thank you Dr. Hu, thank you uncle for knowing Dr. Hu."

Zhao Yuanle finished the general ledger, and then began to calculate the dividends according to the proportion of each household in his own family, and then kept the accounts.

One thousand and two shares, divided into ten shares, and one share is one hundred and twelve.

Calculated in this way, in the past three months, each household in my family has an average of [-] silver dollars a month.

And she has to earn more, twice, one hundred and sixteen a month, a total of four hundred and eight.

She also has her own private income, the jade pendant alone is three hundred.

Zhao Yuanle began to count his small treasury, and found that the total value of his small treasury had exceeded two thousand silver dollars.

Zhao Yuanle laughed while holding these gold and silver coins.

In less than two years, her personal wealth is now comparable to that of a small landlord with a hundred acres of land.

This landlady is really not a dream, it is reality.

After being happy, Zhao Yuanle put away the gold and silver dollars, and took out the silver bills alone.

For silver tickets or something, you still have to take out the silver dollars, and then exchange them for gold, so that people can feel at ease.

Zhao Yuanle put the banknote into his arms.

She decided that it would be better to hit the day than to choose the day, and it would be better to go to the bank today to cash the bank note, and feel more at ease.

After lunch, Zhao Yuanle drove his tricycle to the county.

And Zhao Sicheng packed his things and waited there.

Zhao Yuanle: "Uncle, don't be in a hurry. Although Chen Moying has left and no one will teach you, you don't have to leave right away. At least finish teaching in the village school this semester."

Zhao Sicheng: "The teaching is over, the final exam was the day before yesterday, and the awards ceremony will be held in a few days, don't you know?"

Zhao Yuanle slapped his head: "I forgot."

Zhao Sicheng lifted the things up.

"Let's go, Lele. I'm not in a hurry to go to the county because I don't want to stay in the village. It's because I'm going to the county to ask a college student about something. I'm afraid he will leave with me."

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh, that's it."

She stepped on the accelerator and asked curiously.

"Who is this college student?"

Zhao Sicheng: "He, you should know him. He mentioned you before, saying that you are very powerful, but you are also too proud and have a bad temper."

Zhao Yuanle chuckled: "This classmate must be surnamed Lu."

Zhao Sicheng: "Hey, you know."

Zhao Yuanle smiled without saying a word.

Who else would comment on her like that except the man with glasses surnamed Lu.