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

Chapter 281 Chapter 281 A Hammer
Mrs. Xi really likes this kind of healthy woman.

She suddenly felt that her son's vision was really good.

Unable to bear the smile on her face, Mrs. Xi ordered a maid to deliver the message.As for her, she took people to see what her son was doing, and passed on the news by the way.

At this time, Chen Moying was polishing the story told by Zhao Yuanle.

He originally thought that it would be more convenient to leave the manuscript there after finishing the writing there.

But his body was suddenly weak and his heart felt uncomfortable, so he could only rush back to take medicine and lie in bed for a while.

When I woke up, I rushed to write the story.

At this time, he also heard voices from outside, and after listening carefully, he continued to write without stopping.

Mrs. Xi saw such a scene.

She coughed.

"That girl from the Zhao family, it seems that something happened today."

Chen Moying's pen paused, and finally she was willing to look up.

"what's up?"

Mrs. Xi smiled knowingly: "She's fine, she just saved Miss Yi's family and subdued the crazy Ritmega with her bare hands."

Chen Moying's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh?"

Mrs. Xi: "I heard that this girl's father is also very strong. It seems that this great strength is inherited from the ancestors."

So, if she gave birth to a grandson, the grandson would be so strong, right?Then she really woke up laughing from a dream.

Hearing this, Chen Moying chuckled, turned her head, and continued writing the story.

Mrs. Xi has long been used to her son's temperament.

She left only these words.

"Your grandma misses you, she said, you must be too busy, so you don't have time to see her, so you have to stop the funds so that you can give yourself a vacation before you can see her."

Chen Moying helplessly put down the pen in her hand.

"I will go back when I have time."

Mrs. Xi smiled: "Talk to your grandma yourself, but don't blame the mother for not reminding you. To put it another way, for example, if you are busy pursuing girls, your grandma will definitely give you double the money when she hears about it." , and you don’t need to see her anymore.”

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Xi looked at her son's helpless expression proudly, and left here with a smile.

Everyone left, Chen Moying looked at the story she wrote with doubts in her eyes.

"Is it so important to carry on the family?"

Is it possible that with a son, you can still cry yourself alive in front of the grave?

The son can't cry the old man in the grave alive, and Zhao Yuanle can't dispel Zhao Dacheng's terrible curiosity by crying.

After the family finally dealt with the curious neighbors, just as they were about to take a break, Zhao Dacheng took a hammer and wanted to knock Zhao Yuanle's bones.

Zhao Yuanle was tapped on his finger suddenly, screamed in pain, tears scattered, hid behind Tang Siwen and looked at Zhao Dacheng resentfully.

Zhao Dacheng took a hammer and tried to explain.

"I'm just trying. I just feel that Lele's strength is too strong and the bones are too hard. I want to see how hard the bones are."

Zhao Yuanle jumped: "Then tell me well, why are you sneaking up on me!"

Her pig skin is thick and her bones are hard, but that doesn't mean her body doesn't feel pain!

When the hammer hit the joint meat, even a real pig would scream in pain.

Tang Siwen stopped in front of Zhao Yuanle, glaring at Zhao Dacheng angrily.

"Aren't you insane! Where have you tried like this, which one just hit it with a hammer!"

Zhao Dacheng: "I just want to see how she reacts when she doesn't pay attention."

Tang Siwen: "When she pays attention, she can't hit it with a hammer!"

Zhao Yuanle: "Exactly!"

Zhao Dacheng: "Well, the flesh is different when a person relaxes. I want to test how hard your bones are. I must choose when you are not paying attention, lest your flesh collapse and unload.

The little finger has less meat, it is best to try it. "

Zhao Yuanle: "My little finger hurts to death!"

Zhao Ercheng couldn't stand it anymore, he wanted to take the hammer away from Zhao Dacheng's hand.

"Brother, forget it, you've hammered it all over."

Zhao Dacheng looked at Zhao Yuanle with a smile: "Lele, give me another hammer. I can hear the sound is different. Just now you yelled too loudly, I didn't hear clearly."

Tang Siwen couldn't bear it anymore, and he went over, hitting Zhao Dacheng gritted his teeth.

She felt that Zhao Dacheng had lost his mind.

"Put down the hammer! Are you crazy after reading those Western medicine books?"

Zhao Dacheng was a little unwilling, but Tang Siwen, who was afraid of getting angry, still handed the hammer to Tang Siwen.

He looked at Zhao Yuanle unwillingly.

"Lele, when will I go to the hospital with my uncle?"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Siwen hit Zhao Dacheng's foot with a hammer.

Zhao Dacheng's wailing was louder than Zhao Yuanle's before.

Tang Siwen was angry: "Do you think it hurts?"

Zhao Dacheng: "..."

Zhao Yuanle, who was on the side, just wanted to say something about how mighty the aunt is.

Zhao Ercheng walked over and patted his elder brother on the shoulder: "Brother, no wonder you have the best medical skills."

When encountering such a problem, my mind is like a pumping, and I have to find a reason.

It is this kind of mentality that allows my eldest brother to cure so many patients and study and understand those intractable diseases.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

She felt that when Zhao Ercheng praised Zhao Dacheng, she could think of her daughter who had been hammered.

Zhao Yuanxi brought medicinal wine, and carefully applied it to Zhao Yuanle's fingers, complaining about his father while applying it.

"What are you thinking, how can you do it?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded with tears in his eyes: "Yes."

However, she also had other concerns.

Now she just showed great strength, able to subdue a horse, which aroused the curiosity of her uncle.

After that, if she shows more powerful features, it will definitely make people feel abnormal.

If this is dragged to research...

Zhao Yuanle shivered for a while.

Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help but relax his movements, and asked softly, "Does it hurt? I'll be lighter."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's okay."

It's okay, it's not necessary for her in the future, as long as she doesn't show more powerful skills.

She kept the strength she showed at this level, which was almost enough for daily use, and it wouldn't arouse people's suspicion too much.

She needs to keep a low profile... lest she be caught as a monster researcher.

In the evening, the family had dinner together, and Tang Siwen and Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help bringing food to Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle was delighted, eating meat was delicious.

But Zhao Dacheng could only squat aside with the rice soaked in rice soup.

He whispered: "At least give me some pickles."

Tang Siwen glanced over.

"You still want to eat pickles? If you're not hungry, you'll be fine for three meals. How about pickles? You eat fart!"

Zhao Dacheng didn't dare to refute, and silently lowered his head, pawing at his tasteless rice soup.

Zhao Ercheng gave his elder brother a look of helplessness, and then picked up a piece of chopsticks and put the meat in his mouth.

This meal was extremely difficult for Zhao Dacheng.

And when he finished the rice soup and washed the dishes with the rice soup, he felt that the time was even more difficult.

Zhao Yuanle laughed watching Zhao Dacheng wash the dishes, but he also thought of a question.

(End of this chapter)