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

Chapter 300 Chapter 300

Seeing this situation, He Ju silently went to another room to get things to make the bed.

Wu Lin took the initiative to ask for the sheets and other things, and cleaned them up by himself.

He Ju looked at it for a while, and couldn't help sighing: "I really love cleanliness."

Such a clean man is quite rare.

Zhao Yuanle glanced at Wu Lin.

She hoped that Wu Lin would stop making troubles, and just work so honestly, doing something meaningful would be the best.

Zhao Sancheng glanced at Zhao Yuanle and leaned over.

"You really think this is okay?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I've seen everything these days. He has some brain problems, but everything else is fine."

She can be sure that Wu Lin will not do anything to other irrelevant people.

Wu Lin quickly made the bed, and Zhao Yuanle threw him another piece of wood.

"Get a few more out."

Wu Lin didn't act immediately.

He looked at Zhao Yuanle, spoke clearly, and explained solemnly: "If you do it again, your hands will grow calluses."

In this case, his hands will not look good.

Zhao Yuanle smiled, and looked at Yao'er: "Yao'er, get a brush for sister, and get some ink by the way."

Wu Lin's face froze, and his tone was a little unsteady.

"I'll do it after a while."

Zhao Yuanle looked at Yao'er and repeated: "Go quickly."

Yao'er looked at Zhao Yuanle, then at Wulin, the short legs were moving.

Wu Lin sighed, took the wood from Zhao Yuanle's hand, and continued to work.

Seeing Wu Lin like this, Zhao Sancheng was a little curious, but also more at ease.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Ercheng felt something was wrong in his heart, so he couldn't help but look at Wu Lin more.

But it's not easy for him to ask Zhao Yuanle anything. After all, his daughter is quite old. If he, a father, asks about his relationship, he will be somewhat embarrassed.

Zhao Yuanlan, Zhao Yuankang, and Yao'er didn't pay attention to this.

They were surrounding Wulin, watching Wulin's movements intently, trying to figure out the process of making that hand-operated luxury pencil sharpener.

Zhao Yuanle smelled the hot oil in the kitchen, and jumped into the kitchen to help.

The big dish tonight is these birds.

He Ju got a lot of chili and spices and stir-fried them over high heat.

Seeing that there was no oil in the pot, Zhao Yuanle asked, "Why don't you put more oil?"

He Ju fiddled with the spatula and smiled.

"This bird just needs to be fragrant. If you add too much oil, it won't taste that way. If you want it to be dry and fragrant, stir the oil out of them, so that it will be delicious, you know."

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh!"

She didn't dare to eat this kind of protected animal at that time, and she really didn't know how to fry it like this.

After the poultry meat was almost stir-fried, He Ju added diced sour radish as usual.

Zhao Yuanle also felt it. People here just like to eat sour radish, and there are all kinds of hot and sour kimchi, which can be used to stir-fry with various meats. Even boiled fish will put some sour radish slices.

This big dish was finally fried, and Zhao Yuanle's stomach growled when he smelled the aroma.

He Ju picked up a piece of meat and fed it to Zhao Yuanle: "Come, have a taste."

When Zhao Yuanle ate this piece of meat, his first impression was that it was delicious.

Special fragrance, dry fragrance, and then the taste of chili.

She chewed a few mouthfuls and found that the meat was al dente but not sticky.

After eating the meat, Zhao Yuanle made a satisfied sound.

"It's delicious."

He Ju felt a sense of accomplishment, she turned around and went to the cupboard, took out a few eggs, beat them in a bowl, added salt and stirred them well.

She didn't wash the pot, but just dug another tablespoon of lard into it, and when the oil was hot, a plate of bright yellow eggs came out.

After finishing this, He Ju moved her hands and feet and called Xiaolan.

"It's time to eat, come in and scoop up the rice."

It's night now, she thinks these two dishes are enough, and she doesn't want to cook anything else.

When everyone had eaten the big dishes served tonight, no one would not boast, of course, except Wu Lin.

He picked up the food before everyone moved their chopsticks, and sat down to eat by himself.

The corners of Zhao Yuankang's mouth were full of oil, and he praised He Ju's cooking was better than his own mother's.

Zhao Ercheng said with emotion: "Game is delicious." It just takes a lot of work to make.

In the end, everyone who enjoyed the food scraped out the crunchy crispy crust, soaked it in rice soup, and added some chili and sour radish diced with stir-fried birds, and went down another bowl.

He Ju couldn't hide the smile on his face as he looked at the clean meals everyone was eating.

She feels that the days are really good now, the food is delicious, the work is also vigorous, and then harvest what she grows.

When the child grows up, it will be even better if she can hold her grandson as soon as possible.

After eating, the family washed up, took a break and chatted in the middle, and then went back to their houses, and the family was quiet again.

On a bed, Zhao Yuanlan was very curious.

"Second sister?"

Zhao Yuanle closed his eyes and hummed.

Zhao Yuanlan: "You really let him eat for nothing?"

With a sneer, Zhao Yuanle slowly opened his eyes.

"Eat rice? It's a good idea. He is willing to come to our house to work, so let's treat him as a free worker. His food and accommodation expenses are earned by himself."

Zhao Yuanlan: "But he looks a little silly."

Zhao Yuanle snorted softly and said nothing.

She knew that Wu Lin was very smart, but his thinking was not normal.

Zhao Yuanlan nodded again.

"He's pretty good-looking, and it's good to be a white worker in our family."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yuanlan couldn't help laughing out loud: "We can still have workers in our house, it feels like a landlord's house."

Zhao Yuanle: "What is a landlord? He has some promise. Our family is going to be the richest man in the future."

Zhao Yuanlan knew that Zhao Yuanle loved to say these things.

"You just blow it."

She turned over and covered herself with a thin quilt and went straight to sleep.

Feeling the heat from Zhao Yuanlan's body, Zhao Yuanle moved away silently, and then began to sleep.

She thought, after these pigs were sold, she would take care of the house while repairing the pigsty.

She wanted to have a room by herself, sleep in a bed alone, and no longer sleep with Zhao Yuanlan. It would be more convenient for her to store things or do other things in the future.

Early the next morning, the family went out again.

Cut rapeseed today, and wells can be drilled in the next few days.

The thought of having a well of his own and being able to wash his hair and bathe more frequently made Zhao Yuanle feel elated.

With a sickle in her hand, she became excited, and there was not a single grass with a head left behind all the way.

Zhao Yuankang: "Why are you always cutting grass?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh, I have something in my hand, so I just want to chop something up."

Zhao Ercheng in front stopped, pointed at a large rapeseed field, and looked at Zhao Yuanle.

"Come on, your hands are itchy, everything here will be chopped off for you."

Zhao Yuanle shouted hello and jumped into the rapeseed field.

Everyone had seen Zhao Yuanle's speed two days ago. Today, He Ju and Zhao Yuankang pulled out the pole in a tacit understanding.

The two of them were ready to follow Zhao Yuanle to clean up the rapeseed.

(End of this chapter)