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

Chapter 368 Chapter 368
Wu Lin: "..."

Zhao Yuanle chuckled.

"If you don't fix these things for me, I'll blacken your other eye circle."

Wu Lin was still silent.

Zhao Yuanle stretched out his hand and pinched him.

Wu Lin finally reacted this time, lifted his sleeves with a hiss, saw a red mark on his snow-white arm, and felt even worse.

Zhao Yuanle: "Hurry up, I don't want to reason with you, if you don't let me do it, I will..."

Facing Zhao Yuanle's extended hand, Wu Lin finally moved.

He took this incomprehensible book, turned to the picture that Zhao Yuanle had told him, and began to read it.

Zhao Yuanle clapped his hands in satisfaction, and moved a bunch of things over to him.

"Do it well, or I will punish you to make a biogas pool."

Wu Lin paused, couldn't help taking a deep breath, and began to study these things more seriously.

Zhao Yuanle nodded with a smile, went into the room and found Zhao Ercheng.

Zhao Ercheng is playing chess with Zhao Dacheng.

Zhao Yuanle directly talked about the biogas digester.

Under the puzzled eyes of everyone in the family, Zhao Yuanle briefly introduced the working principle of the biogas digester to them.

"That's what it means. Let's make a pond, put some fermentable things in it, and then put some human dung and pig manure in, and there will be a lot of gas that can be burned. We can use this gas for lighting, lighting, and cooking. You can also use this to boil water for bathing or something."

Zhao Dacheng stroked his beard, which didn't grow at all, and asked everyone's doubts.

"Then how do we do this?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I have a book, so I probably know it. If we try again, we should be able to get it out. Now, we need to repair the pigsty and the biogas pool next to it. .”

Yaoer: "?"

He just by the way?

Zhao Ercheng: "Then draw a picture for dad to see, dig a hole, it's no problem for me and your third uncle to do it, take advantage of this period of time when there is nothing to do, let's do these things quickly."

Zhao Sancheng also nodded.

"That's right, if you want to do it quickly, it will be a lot of work when the corn is cooked, and there will be millet in the back, and no one will have time to do this."

Zhao Yuanle: "Okay, I'll draw right away."

As soon as he said it, Zhao Yuanle spent an afternoon, went to Wulin to read a book and discussed it, and finally drew a picture that was barely readable.

Wu Lin looked at the picture, and endured it, but he couldn't hold it back. He tore up the picture and started to draw it by himself.

Zhao Yuanle flipped through the book and looked at it, pointing Jiangshan from time to time.

Wu Lin turned a deaf ear to it, and quickly drew a very detailed picture with detailed explanations.

Looking at this picture, Zhao Yuanle sighed.

"Hey, hey, you still have several sides to this one, you are really good at drawing."

If it wasn't for this guy not being able to understand English, Zhao Yuanle would have thought he was time-traveled.

These three-view drawings are multi-standard, plus perspective drawings and annotations, just like the pictures drawn by computer software are printed out.

Zhao Yuanle wrote the book immediately, and took the picture with satisfaction to explain it to Zhao Ercheng and others.

Yao'er looked at this picture and knew it was drawn by Wu Lin, and his admiration for Wu Lin deepened in his heart.

When he went to find Wu Lin and saw Wu Lin's dark blue eyes, the words of admiration stuck in his throat, his thin eyebrows frowned, and he sighed like a little adult.

"My sister is too cruel."

Such a powerful person with such a good-looking face, how did he manage to do so?

Seeing Yao'er's reaction, Wu Lin knew what was wrong with his eyes.

With a cold face, he held back his emotions for the time being, lowered his head and continued with the task Zhao Yuanle had arranged for him.

In the evening, during dinner time, Zhao Yuanle walked over in a good mood, and stopped Wu Lin who was still doing things.

"It's time to eat, don't do it yet."

As soon as Wu Lin put down his things, Zhao Yuanle's next sentence came.

"After dinner, stay up for a while at night, get the things out earlier, or I will beat you again."

Wu Lin: "..."

Without saying a word, he followed Zhao Yuanle into the house.

Looking at the Zhao family gathered together, he suddenly showed a sad expression and wept on the spot.

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

She hasn't seen Wulin cry yet.

The Zhao family suddenly boiled.

Both Zhao Yuanxi and Zhao Yuanlan were busy handing him handkerchiefs, but he didn't pick it up. He just choked up and sat down under the candle, crying while continuing to do things.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

In the next second, He Ju spoke.

She gave Zhao Yuanle a hard look.

"Did you hit it?"

Zhao Yuanlan: "It must be, who else in our family would beat him."

Zhao Dacheng sighed, speaking earnestly.

"Lele, even if this young man's brain is not normal and there is something he can't understand, why don't you just say it, why are you beating people, why are you still slapping your face?"

Zhao Yuanle smiled awkwardly, trying to explain just now.

Here, Wu Lin sighed and rolled up his sleeves, revealing the pinched place by Zhao Yuanle.

The place that was originally pinched red has turned blue and purple, because Wulin is extraordinarily white, this mark is also extraordinarily obvious.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Tang Siwen couldn't bear it anymore.

She frowned and looked at Zhao Yuanle: "What are you doing, how can you pinch someone like this."

"I…"

Zhao Yuanle's explanation stuck in his throat.

The family members went over to greet Wulin, and they all accused Zhao Yuanle one after another.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Forget it, there is nothing to say, she was the one who called.

However, she never expected that the whole family would unanimously agree not to give her dinner tonight.

Not even the rice crust.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the people eating at a table, and couldn't help asking again.

"You really don't want me to eat?"

He Ju: "You are not allowed to eat tonight, who told you to beat people indiscriminately."

Zhao Ercheng also nodded.

"That's right, Lele, you don't bully people like this when you are strong. This is a big problem for you, not a small problem. You must remember this matter today."

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Wu Lin on the side brought his own food to Zhao Yuanle.

"Eat."

He temporarily allowed Zhao Yuanle to eat with his bowl and chopsticks.

Zhao Yuanle was angry: "Take it away, who wants to eat what you left."

Responding in this way has attracted the contempt and accusation of the Zhao family collectively.

Zhao Yuanle gave Wu Lin a hard look, then turned and went back to the house.

Lying on the bed, smelling the aroma of food, Zhao Yuanle's stomach growled.

Looking at the simple roof, she couldn't help but sighed.

"If you scold me, you can scold me, how can you not give me food?"

What's the point of life if you can't eat?

Looking at it like this, Zhao Yuanle gradually felt that his eyelids were getting heavy, and he soon fell asleep.

At this time, the pig sculpture in her mind, which had not changed much, suddenly moved.

(End of this chapter)