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

Chapter 315 Chapter 315
Ming Hongyan smiled lightly.

"When the people around you suddenly make money, most people will be jealous. But when you leave that class, these people will no longer be jealous after getting used to it. They will only envy you and even please you."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's useless to please me, I don't want to do that."

Ming Hong said: "Actually, what I want to say is that if you let your family jump to another level, you will encounter more things than jealousy. I hope you can handle it."

Zhao Yuanle is quite confident about this.

"Do not worry."

Ming Hongyan smiled, but remained silent.

The air became quiet, Zhao Yuanle saw that he neither opened his mouth nor seemed to have something to say, so he fell silent and looked at him.

Zhao Yuanle: "You won't just ask me to talk about these things, will you?"

Ming Hongyan nodded.

"I need your help."

Zhao Yuanle was a little surprised.

"help?"

Ming Hong said: "The coal mines in the mountains have not been officially mined, but they have encountered trouble."

Zhao Yuanle: "What's the trouble?"

Ming Hong said: "Unfortunately, a big rock got stuck between the cracks of the mountain wall and blocked a very important road.

This road can barely pass an adult, so there is no way to gather the strength of many people to drag this stone out.

The only way is to get to the top of the stone wall, cut a hole in the stone, tie a rope, and lift the stone out from above. "

Zhao Yuanle thought of what Ming Hongyan meant.

Ming Hongyan also said it directly.

"I heard that you have great strength."

Zhao Yuanle: "Well, in fact, my father is also very strong."

Ming Hong said: "The upper part is small, just need one person to hold the pulley and one person to pull it."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Ming Hong said: "Because of the terrain, no matter from the flat ground or above, there is only one place where one person can exert force. The strength of ordinary people cannot shake that stone at all."

Zhao Yuanle was a little puzzled.

"Then why don't you cut the stone walls on both sides wider, so that you can directly get out the stones stuck there?"

Ming Hongyan shook his head lightly.

"This method has been tried before, but it doesn't work.

Those stone walls are too hard, and a worker can't chisel out a palm-sized place all day long. It can't be said to be chiseled, but it can only be said to be a little bit of grinding.

That road is not too short, if it were to be dug, it would be impossible to do so even after the railway has been repaired. "

Zhao Yuanle's focus is not on how to get out the stone, but on why the stone wall is so hard.

"What is that stone wall like?"

Ming Hongyan recalled it.

"Black, also dark brown, patchy."

Probably because he knew what Zhao Yuanle guessed, Ming Hong said again: "This is not basalt, this stone has no bubbles, no holes, and is very dense."

What Zhao Yuanle wanted to say just stuck in his throat, so he could only let out a cry of surprise.

Ming Hongyan glanced at her, and said: "But it's so hard, it should have other uses. When the road is clear, it can be used by craftsmen to think about it, and maybe they can make something good."

Zhao Yuanle nodded, and then talked about pulling the stone.

"My father and I are both strong, so we can give it a try, but his injury is just right, so we must ensure his safety. If he is in a high place, he will fall down by accident."

Ming Hongyan felt that Zhao Yuanle could dispel his worries in this regard.

"You can hang the rope at a higher point and wrap it around people. Even if you or your father accidentally slips, you don't have to worry about falling."

Hearing Ming Hongyan's words, Zhao Yuanle showed a big smile.

"Although it is right to do things for noble people, I think noble people should be ashamed to let ordinary people do white jobs."

Ming Hong made a speech.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's expectant eyes, he also narrowed his eyes to reveal a thoughtful look.

"makes sense…"

Zhao Yuanle remembered the thank you gift from the Yi family, and couldn't help but said: "Actually, I don't need any good things, just give me some money."

Ming Hong said oh.

"Are you short of money?"

Didn't you give gold before?

Raising pigs should be enough, right?
Zhao Yuanle sighed sadly.

"It's missing."

Ming Hongyan nodded: "What a coincidence, I'm missing it too."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Ming Hong said: "I am really short of money."

Zhao Yuanle's eyes were somewhat resentful.

"Your Majesty is still short of money?"

Ming Hong said: "The president is short of money."

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while and sighed.

"whatever then."

Ming Hongyan's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled.

"Actually, you can try to contribute stories to new newspapers. You have your own advantages, and the stories you can come up with should be very rare.

Furthermore, you and Brother Chen also know each other, so he probably doesn't feel too embarrassed to reject you.

I heard that in this newspaper, one issue of a story can get ten silver dollars. "

He thought Zhao Yuanle would be moved by this.

Zhao Yuanle glanced at him slowly, and his tone became more resentful.

"I heard it was a hundred silver dollars at first."

Ming Hongyan frowned.

"Is he such a prodigal?"

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help covering his chest.

"That's right, he's such a prodigal, but a man of noble character is only willing to ask him for ten silver dollars, so he decided on ten silver dollars."

Ming Hong understood, his eyebrows could not help but rise, and his voice was even more meaningful.

"Really, I don't know who this is. Although the story is not good, the character is very good."

Zhao Yuanle's expression changed, and he stared at Ming Hongyan unconvinced.

"The story is not good?"

Ming Hong said: "Just say that the subject matter is not good, what kind of internal strength and moves? When fighting, you have to wait for others to arrange the moves? And you have to read the name?

If this had been killed on the battlefield, there would be no scum left.

What is described in this story is far from reality, so it can only be read for entertainment when you are bored, and it is not worth spending time on it. "

Zhao Yuanle made a joke.

Seeing her like that, Ming Yan handed over the newspaper.

"You can browse by yourself."

Zhao Yuanle took the newspaper, turned to the page of the story, and read it line by line.

Her complexion became more and more exciting.

"What kind of person did he find to polish it?"

This story is still the same, just this description, and these details, why is it so... hard to describe.

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while, and finally understood what it felt like.

The description and dialogue of this story reveal a strong style of Japanese comics, or in other words, the characters in this story, as well as their words and deeds, are described in a particularly pretentious manner.

Ming Hongyan lowered his eyes and looked at Zhao Yuanle for a moment, then clicked his tongue softly.

"I'm not wrong, Jin Yong."

Zhao Yuanle looked calm and serious.

"Jin Yong? Who is Jin Yong?"

She glanced at the newspaper again, surprised: "So this story was written by Jin Yong, alas, the plot of the story should have a good idea, just the writing style."

(End of this chapter)