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

Chapter 173 Chapter 173 Good things

Zhao Yuanle followed the boy.

When I got here, I realized that there is something strange here.

Although the small house was dilapidated, a space inside that could accommodate a few children was tidied up.

The ground is covered with clean straw, and there are stone pads beside it to divide the area.

The boy even introduced it to Zhao Yuanle.

"This is for sleeping, this is for being with guests, and this is for eating."

Sure enough, there were still tidy broken tiles on the dining side, and even small bowls made of mud and chopsticks made of bamboo.

Zhao Yuanle squatted down with a smile, looking at these cute little things.

The boy stepped over a ragged log and walked inside.

Zhao Yuanle put down her things and walked in. Because of her height, she had to bow her head.

Walking in, Zhao Yuanle saw that the back of the deserted house was surrounded by a fence covered with vines, and there were knee-high slender grass growing inside, with unknown colored flowers blooming on it.

In the middle is a road that has been cleared out, and small logs are still inserted beside it.

The boy looked at Zhao Yuanle proudly: "It looks good, we made it ourselves, Xiaohua and the others usually come here pretending to be wine, and I am the one who plays the father."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help chuckling.

"So powerful?"

The boy laughed, and soon sighed again: "Recently, I took the bastard box, and they said they wanted me to be a bandit! I obviously want to be that kind of high-ranking official riding a horse."

Zhao Yuanle asked with a smile, "You don't have any horses."

The boy glanced at the pig behind Zhao Yuanle.

"Actually, you can ride a pig."

Zhao Yuanle directly refused.

"That can't be done. It's too exhausting to pull you. My pigs can't train lean meat, they can only raise fat meat well."

Hearing this, the boy could see some regret in his eyes.

Zhao Yuanle looked around and suddenly remembered his childhood.

It seems that children have their own secret bases when they were young, and she also had them at that time, but as the little friends grew up and went to school, they were abandoned.

Later, when she went back to her hometown, she discovered that other children also found the secret base of her group of friends, and then that secret base became the children's.

With a chuckle, Zhao Yuanle said, "It's pretty nice, thank you."

The boy continued further inward.

"I haven't seen anything good yet."

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

And the good stuff?
Didn't you come to see the secret base?
She ran over with the boy, and she saw something good.

What a big piece of good stuff.

In the middle of the thin and long grass, there are clusters of fresh, lush, long and beautiful chicken fir!

Zhao Yuanle took a deep breath.

The boy stood by and raised his head triumphantly.

"I'm amazing. You didn't come yesterday. We were playing here. What I saw was only a little bit at that time, but it all popped up this morning."

Zhao Yuanle: "Why didn't you tell your parents?"

The boy snorted.

"Who called my mother to take off my pants and beat me, or in the yard, they all saw it, so I won't tell her this time."

Looking at his resentful little appearance, Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but frowned.

"Then you brought me here?"

The boy nodded.

"They don't even know that you can eat them for a long time if you pick them up."

Zhao Yuanle asked, "You don't want it?"

The boy waved his bastard box: "I'll give you all, you are the pig king and our boss."

Zhao Yuanle laughed out loud.

She looked at these fresh and delightful chicken fir, quite greedy.

It's a pity that she didn't bring a back pocket, only a leather basket, which is for pig manure.

After some hesitation, Zhao Yuanle still gave up and went to wash the fart basket to put chicken fir.

Her eyes fell on the vines that covered the fence.

Soon, she tore off the vines with a few strokes, and with one hand, the leaves on them were removed, leaving only the vine itself, and then she casually broke off two thin branches.

In this way, I started to weave the basket by hand.

The boy stared blankly.

He asked Zhao Yuanle: "Are you going to weave something?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

"Use this to weave a big basket, and then put the chicken fir back."

The boy watched curiously.

By this time the piggies had scattered and gnawed and ate.

Zhao Yuanle used the vine as thread and the wooden branches as large knitting needles, and began to weave quickly.

According to her previous experience of knitting gloves, she can weave a big tube in this way, and then she can hold things.

The boy next to him looked at it for a while, only to feel dazzled.

He felt that Zhao Yuanle was simply too powerful, how could he distinguish where so many sticks were pierced?

After watching for a while, the boy simply went to pick up the chicken fir and put it in front of Zhao Yuanle.

When Zhao Yuanle is weaving, try to weave as loosely as possible, so that weaving can be done faster.

When she was weaving, she looked up at the weight of the chicken fir, then calculated it in her head, and finally determined the time to stop.

By the time Zhao Yuanle finished weaving, the boy had picked up a lot of chicken firs and brought them to her.

Zhao Yuanle put all these in, and then went to pick up chicken firs of suitable size with the boy and put them in.

After weighing the basket for the last time, Zhao Yuanle said with satisfaction, "It's done."

But the boy still wanted to pick up the small ones.

Zhao Yuanle stopped him.

"You don't need to pick those small ones. They may grow back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. When you pick them up again, you can eat more."

The boy nodded after hearing Zhao Yuanle's words.

"Ok."

Zhao Yuanle looked at the time and felt that it was still early, so he put down the basket and started wandering around here.

In the small bamboo grove next to it, there are a few scattered bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots at this time are obviously the fish that slipped through the net before. Now that they have grown so big, they are no longer tasty.

Wait for another month, and these bamboo shoots will grow very tall, and then one by one, the shells will fall off, and these shells will roll into long and thin strips, just like a sword.

People here usually pick up this to make zongzi.

The bamboo in this bamboo forest looks like moso bamboo, and the shells and leaves of the fallen shoots will be very thin.

Zhao Yuanle thought of the bamboo near his home. The bamboo grew thick as a bowl, and the bamboo shoots grew thick, and the shells and leaves of the bamboo shoots that fell off were thick and large.

However, the leaves of this kind of bamboo shoots fall very slowly, and they shrink up a little bit, and finally there are a little bit of connection left, hanging on the edge of the bamboo shoot joints.

When a gust of wind blows, it will fall with a snap.

When encountering ignorant children, the bamboo shoots will be kicked by these children, just to kick the leaves off.

The kicked shoots are likely to die because of this, and a future bamboo will be useless.

This kind of thing is often done by children who are eager for success. Of course, sometimes ignorant adults will also do it. This kind of person usually kicks bamboo shoots in other people's bamboo forests.

(End of this chapter)