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

Chapter 392 Chapter 392
Not long after Zhao Yuanle left home, he saw He Ju who brought Yaoer back.

He Ju still had a smile on his face. It seemed that he had learned a lot of gossip during this trip.

Yao'er called out to her sister.

He Ju: "Where are you going?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Wu Lin's parents are here, you go back first, I'll call Xiao Lan back."

He Ju snorted.

"At such an age, she knows how to go outside, but she doesn't know that she will get a good tan in this hot day."

She pulled Yaoer up.

"Let's go, let's go back and greet the guests. Yao'er put dessert in his mouth, remember to call someone."

Yao'er nodded obediently.

Zhao Yuanle went directly to Xiu'er's house.

Sure enough, as soon as she arrived at Xiu'er's house, she saw Zhao Yuanlan and Xiu'er talking beside the haystack.

Zhao Yuanle listened carefully, and unexpectedly heard Xiu'er's sobs.

Before she could speak, the two people over there saw her.

After Xiu'er said a few words to Zhao Yuanlan, she turned and went back, and Zhao Yuanlan also trotted towards her.

"Second sister, let's go back."

Zhao Yuanle looked at Xiu'er's figure suspiciously, and asked curiously, "Did Xiu'er cry?"

Zhao Yuanlan was surprised.

"You can see all this?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I guess, why is she crying?"

Zhao Yuanlan turned a cautious look, looked left and right, and after making sure there was no one there, she leaned into Zhao Yuanle's ear and whispered, "She's sick."

Zhao Yuanle was a little surprised.

"what?"

Zhao Yuanlan sighed.

Although she promised Xiu'er not to say it, she was also worried about Xiu'er, so she said it.

"She may be sick. She said that she has been feeling uncomfortable in her chest and has a bump. I'm afraid she has a tumor."

Saying that, Zhao Yuanlan glanced at the sky worriedly and sadly.

"What should I do…"

She had the best time with Xiu'er, if something happened to Xiu'er, what would she do?

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

She thought, if she guessed right, Xiu'er might have reached puberty?
Terminal illness, tumors or something, seems unlikely...

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but sighed, and then patted Zhao Yuanlan on the shoulder.

"Take some time and bring Xiu'er here. I'll find an empty place to talk to you two."

Although Zhao Yuanlan was puzzled, he still nodded.

When the two returned home, they saw He Ju and Wu Lin's mother chatting enthusiastically, and they seemed to be chatting about some gossip again.

Zhao Yuanle pulled Zhao Yuanlan into the kitchen, and asked Zhao Yuanlan to light the fire for her, she was going to cook.

It was not easy to cook this meal, the weather was not cool, and it was even hotter by the stove. Zhao Yuanlan was sweating profusely from being roasted, so she had to stay away from the fire.

Zhao Yuanle comforted her while chopping vegetables.

"In seven days at most, we will have biogas for use, so you don't need to light the fire."

Zhao Yuanlan wiped the sweat off his forehead, frowned and muttered: "You better not lie to me."

Firewood is difficult to burn, but the cooked rice is fragrant and the stir-fried dishes are also delicious.

Zhao Yuanle has no shortage of seasonings, ingredients and oil for cooking now, so he can use it to his heart's content.

After the meal was cooked, the old man Wu and his wife praised Zhao Yuanle.

"It's really good."

"Yes, this dish smells delicious."

Although He Ju on the side was happy, she restrained her smile and showed some humility.

"It's so-so. With so much oil, even the fried vegetables are delicious. My niece has a lot to learn."

The old man at noon: "Enough, I think she is capable, she is strong, can endure hardships, and is diligent, how wonderful."

Much better than his unlucky son.

Wu Lin was still resting in corpse pose, even if he smelled the aroma of the food, he didn't get up.

Zhao Yuan was happy to see him like this, after thinking about it, he was more conscientious and left food for him.

After a meal, the old man at noon took a short rest, and then went over to measure the size of the wooden window of the toilet.

He directly recorded the size verbally, and he already had a count in his heart.

After deciding what to do, he approached Zhao Sancheng: "I will fix this for you in three days, and you can just come and get it when the time comes."

Zhao Sancheng: "A lot of money?"

The old man in the afternoon waved his hand.

"What kind of money do you want? My son doesn't eat or drink here. Isn't it all raised by you?"

Zhao Sancheng: "He also did a lot of things, enough for him to eat and drink."

"This is the best." The old man Wu laughed, but still insisted on not taking money.

His reason is also very simple.

"Anyway, I don't have anything to do now, and this wood is not such an expensive wood, so I just treat it as my itchy hands."

Zhao Sancheng wanted to say something else, but the old man Wu just left without listening.

On the other side, Zhao Yuanle discussed with Zhao Ercheng about contracting the depression.

Zhao Ercheng: "That area is indeed worthless, but it still has things planted. Basically, those things can be harvested by the end of this month, so we can discuss now, the pigsty you mentioned, and the big biogas tank , can start at the end of the month.”

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while, then thought about the size of the pigsty now, and finally nodded.

"Then let's discuss it first during this period. When the time comes to repair the pigsty, find more people and fix it quickly, so that we can raise the pigs next month."

Zhao Ercheng patted his chest.

"Don't worry, with your father here, are you afraid that there will be no one to do the work? But, to discuss the contracting of these lands, you still need to find Mr. Wang Bao, and the elders in the village. It is best to have your uncle come back, so that you can talk better." .”

Hearing Wang Baochang, Zhao Yuanle smiled awkwardly.

"Father, let me tell you that I offended Chief Wang Bao again when I went to the county a few days ago."

Zhao Ercheng was surprised: "Why did you offend him?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Actually, it's not that I offended him, it's a matter between him and Mr. Wang. Hey, father, tell me, must this matter go to his side?"

Zhao Ercheng thought about it and slapped his thigh.

"Actually, we don't need to go through him. We can go directly to the county and find people under the county magistrate, just like selling those two paddy fields before."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanle's smile became even more awkward.

"Father, we don't seem to get along well with the county magistrate. In fact, it's mainly with the county magistrate's daughter... well, it's a little unpleasant."

Zhao Ercheng was silent.

He frowned and looked at his daughter, and asked from the bottom of his heart, "How many people have you offended?"

Zhao Yuanle coughed.

"It's just these two. Chief Wang Bao doesn't count as offending. He originally got into trouble with our family because of his marriage, and the county magistrate's daughter is also there."

Zhao Ercheng frowned helplessly, and reached out to touch his head.

"You said you... this is the county magistrate..."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's okay. Now that there are big nobles, the county magistrate doesn't dare to do anything. Besides, we have been under other people, so we don't have to worry too much."

Zhao Ercheng: "Maybe..."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then, Dad, you can go and inquire first, it's almost there, let's talk to Uncle again."

(End of this chapter)