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

Chapter 590 Chapter 591 The last stop

The noodles here taste really good. It's just different from what she made in Bailing County. The taste and aroma are completely different.

Zhao Yuanle ate deliciously.

She also slept soundly that night.

The next day she got up early in the morning, tidied up, went downstairs to ask the shop owner, and then rushed to the busiest shopping mall here.

After going there, she was not in a hurry to ask about things like sweaters and blankets.

She found a small shop in a busy area, ordered two small dishes to eat, and ordered a pot of tea to drink slowly.

At this time, her ears can't be idle.

In the noisy environment, the voices of many people blended together, and she had to seriously search for the information she needed.

More than that, she also had to turn her eyes to look for possible people among the passing people.

After a while, Zhao Yuanle heard a lot of gossip about catching vixens, illegitimate children, and adopting a foreigner, but he didn't hear what he wanted.

Asking for another plate of sunflower seeds, Zhao Yuanle couldn't help complaining as he knocked on the sunflower seeds.

"Why don't you talk about serious business at the market?"

These people talked about everything, talking about other people's private lives.

Suddenly, a person dressed as a lady appeared in front of Zhao Yuanle.

There are still a few servant girls by her side, sitting on the sedan chair, on a high place above the surrounding people, she looks ahead and doesn't give these people a look at all.

Zhao Yuanle's eyes locked on the woman's neck.

There was an azure blue plush scarf, not the hair of her woolen pig, what could it be?

That color, that sheen, that texture, there's nothing to lose.

Zhao Yuanle's eyes followed the woman, and the woman noticed something and turned her eyes.

Zhao Yuanle also wanted to dodge. After meeting the man's eyes, he blinked and smiled.

The woman was a little puzzled, she beckoned, the sedan chair stood up, and she walked over holding the hand of the maid beside her.

Seeing this woman approaching, Zhao Yuanle got up too.

The woman looked Zhao Yuanle up and down, with displeasure and vigilance in her eyes.

"I don't think you are a local, what does it mean to stare at Mrs. Ben?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded with a smile: "I am indeed not a local. I just stared at Madam. Firstly, I thought Madam was pretty. Thirdly, I thought it looked familiar. Thirdly, I was curious about the origin of this thing on Madam's neck."

Hearing the first two points, the woman only felt that Zhao Yuanle was flattering her, but when she heard the third point, she became a little curious.

"Do you recognize the thing on my neck?"

Didn't that person say that this thing is a rare thing and it only came out this year? How could a random outsider know it?

Could it be that she was deceived by that guy, and she took this rotten street thing from other places as a rare and good thing, how shameful she would be.

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "I do know this thing. This kind of hair seems to be from my hometown. We are in a small remote place, and this thing is from a small village. I don't know how it got outside."

Hearing this, the woman's expression eased a little.

"Oh? What do you mean, only your small place has this thing? There are no other places?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes, and it only came out this year. It's only been a few months since it came out. Why did it sell so far away?"

The woman's face finally looked better.

She stretched out her white and tender fingers and gently stroked the plush of her neck.

"Of course it's from people in your village. They sold it to those merchants, and those merchants sold it everywhere. What's the fuss?"

Zhao Yuanle's complexion changed.

"This is impossible!"

The woman was surprised: "Why do you say that, are you sure?"

Zhao Yuanle's eyes turned red for a moment, and he hid his face and twitched: "Because this is something produced by my family, my man took these things and said they were going to sell them elsewhere, and then he never came back!

I can tell this thing at a glance, I thought..."

Upon hearing this, the woman became interested.

"Your man?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded pitifully.

"It's a long story..."

Woman: "Don't worry, come here, you can talk to me slowly."

At this moment, the woman was very excited.

Unexpectedly, she really met this infatuated girl Qianli's scene of her confessing to her wronged lover.

When the two arrived in the private room, the woman ordered some tea and lowered her voice to let Zhao Yuanle speak slowly, not in a hurry.

Zhao Yuanle nodded, showing a little sadness appropriately, and some experiences came out of his mouth.

"My father died in order to save his father, so our two families made a baby marriage. I knew since I was a child that I was going to marry him."

Lady: "This is the order of my parents."

After describing how he was a virtuous person without complaint or regret, and how he was beaten and scolded freely, Zhao Yuanle sighed.

"In my whole life, I've only recognized him as one person."

The lady was very sympathetic.

"Hey, men... naturally they are not as affectionate as us women."

Zhao Yuanle talked about how this man had to work as a merchant because of his family's downfall, and how she worked hard without complaint.

Then I made up a story about how I met the pig god, got lucky, and became a good pig raiser in eight villages.

The lady listened with gusto.

"And then? You just make money to support him?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Then, I accidentally got two hairy pigs in the forest. My man didn't want them, but I felt pitiful, so I adopted them.

When I was dreaming at night, these two pigs gave me a dream, telling me how to raise the colorful fur, and said that they were repaying kindness and so on.

From then on, I started to learn how to grow this colorful pig hair and learn to weave according to what the pig in my dream said.

In the end, it took seventy-seven forty-nine days to get out these pig hairs. "

She looked at the lady: "This hair, isn't it light, soft, insulating, and shiny? It's a natural color.

This is the hair stained with the blessing of the pig god. "

The lady nodded hastily: "Yes, that's true. It's better than mink fur, and it's more comfortable than gold silk feathers. It turns out that there is such an allusion."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Yuanle changed the subject, with resentful eyes.

"My man saw that it was a good thing, so he said he would sell it, and when he made money, he would come back and build three big tile-roofed houses for his family, and give me a lot of fat. Who knows, he won't come back after he goes. !"

As he spoke, Zhao Yuanle covered his face with his hands, choked with sobs and said, "I have suffered so much on this journey. I was stolen by thieves on the train, and I almost fell into the river to feed the fish on the boat. Later, I walked hundreds of miles by myself, asking questions along the way. Here, I met in the middle... and almost...

Why is my life so hard..."

The lady was very angry.

"Damn it, it's unreasonable to have such a heartless person.

Sister, come, sister invites you to eat big fat meat, eat enough! "

Zhao Yuanle looked over: "Madam knows where he is?"

Lady: "I know where the merchant who sells me is."

Zhao Yuanle sighed.

"Forget it, he must be avoiding me. He must have money, so he found someone else. If he doesn't see it, he will disappear. I'd better go home and raise pigs."

As he spoke, Zhao Yuanle took out pig hairs of various colors from his bosom.

"Ma'am, I think I have a destiny with you. I will give you these pig hairs as souvenirs. I am going back to my hometown now."

Seeing these hairs, the noble lady grabbed Zhao Yuanle: "You made this all?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yes."

The lady's eyes lit up: "Can you sell these hairs to me?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Those pigs will have to wait until next spring if they want to be groomed."

Lady: "It's okay, I can wait, let's talk about it."

Next, it's time to talk business.

Zhao Yuanle happily reached an agreement with this lady.

The noble lady ordered seven-color plush fabrics, as well as woolen yarns of various colors, and sent them directly to her when the time came, without going through second-hand dealers.

As for the price...

The lady is directly calculated according to the finished product, and the unit price of the finished scarf, hat, blanket, etc. is calculated.

How much hair does a scarf need, and the price is directly open to twenty silver dollars.

Zhao Yuanle almost didn't laugh out loud.

Look, the money earned from raw materials, where there is more money from finished products.

It's no wonder that those businessmen are so willing to ask for a price, look at how profitable it is.

In the next few days, Zhao Yuanle had a good chat with this lady surnamed Lin, and they played together in Runan for several days.

In the past few days, she was often taken by this Mrs. Lin to meet her friends, and then in front of other noble ladies, she told her tragic life experience and wonderful experiences with eloquence.

Then take out the hair show of different colors.

In the past few days, Zhao Yuanle already knew almost all the women in Runan City who could afford expensive things.

And with his vivid storytelling ability, he got many orders.

After satisfying her sense of justice and curiosity, Mrs. Lin quietly greeted Zhao Yuanle.

Said it was time to keep the best for herself.

Although those people are her sisters in name, but I'm sorry, she must be the most eye-catching one among these sisters, and the things she gets must also be the most rare and expensive one among these sisters.

Finally, Zhao Yuanle finished shopping in the market in Runan City, and after understanding the situation here, he prepared to leave.

She rejected the travel expenses offered by Mrs. Lin, with a stubborn face: "People are poor and ambitious, I can walk back if I can walk here, thank you Madam for your kindness, I'll let the money go."

Mrs. Lin had no choice but to take back the money, and she felt even more admiration for Zhao Yuanle in her heart.

"This is called a man of ambition."

Hundreds of miles away, you can leave as soon as you say.

Zhao Yuanle was indeed gone, she just deviated from the direction and continued to go north.

When Zhao Yuanle was looking for business opportunities in some large-scale cities in the middle, he improvised so many outrageous stories for this pig hair.

Often she is an innocent and troubled little daughter-in-law among them, and she must also have a man who doesn't know what is good and who has no conscience.

Just like that, Zhao Yuanle completed his task smoothly along the way.

Cooperating with this peculiar pig hair, for a while, Zhao Yuanle spread the story of the poor weaver girl blessed by the pig god, and Qianli Xun's heartless husband.

And many people have also begun to wonder what the naturally colored pig hair looks like, and even more curious about what the so-called seven colors are.

Just like that, Zhao Yuanle walked farther and farther north, and approached Beidu unconsciously.

The closer it was to Beidu, the colder the air was, and the more snow fell.

Zhao Yuanle, who rarely saw even shadows of snow in Bailing County, saw countless snowfalls near the border of Beidu.

The snow here is thick and full of roads, and it creaks when you step on it. When it falls on your hair, it will not melt into rain in an instant, but will always be turned into a white hat.

On a cloudy day with snow falling, Zhao Yuanle sat by the stove in the station, rubbing his hands, and took out his own map to look at.

"Yanyou City..."

She felt that this could be the last stop.

Beyond that is the northern capital, making up stories there seems to be a bit risky.

"Ah."

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

After walking another ten miles, I went to Yanyou City, walked around there, made up a story if I had the opportunity, if not, found a few merchants, and sold them.

After thinking about it, Zhao Yuanle took out a big and strong white flour steamed bun from behind, and took a hard bite.

Someone nearby looked at Zhao Yuanle and handed him a jar of pickle sauce.

She was a fat middle-aged woman, her face was slightly chapped, and it was flushed by the wind.

Her voice is very hearty, with the taste of official dialect here.

"Big sister, eat it, what's the point of just eating steamed buns?"

Zhao Yuanle smiled generously, dipped the steamed bun in some sauce, and took a big bite.

"Hey, it's really delicious."

Woman: "If it tastes good, eat more, yo, it's not easy to go out alone at a young age, look at this skinny one.

Listen to the elder sister's words, poor families are rich and poor, it is better to eat outside, don't save too much. "

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanle stroked his pointed chin, and said helplessly, "There's no way, it's all about life."

It's all this mouth...

She has been here for more than a month. At the beginning, she ate this and that side, and found it delicious, and she also felt that there were many types and rich tastes.

And the steamed buns, pancakes, and steamed buns are all delicious.

But after a few days of eating, she began to miss rice crazily.

I miss the fragrant and soft white rice cooked in my own tripod pot, and the various stir-fried vegetables that are spicy, spicy and fragrant.

Here, the chili is not spicy, and the pepper is not. Her stomach is crazily homesick, and she misses the food in her hometown.

Under such circumstances, she just eats to satisfy her hunger, and there is no enjoyment of food at all.

As a result, she lost weight visibly to the naked eye, and all the baby fat disappeared.

But it also made her get closer to the miserable image in the story she made up. When telling the story, more people felt sorry for her.

Now eating a steamed bun, there are aunts who take the initiative to care about her.

After Zhao Yuanle gnawed the steamed buns, he chatted with the aunt for a while, looked out the window, found that the snow had stopped, and continued on his way.

She is going to the last stop, Yanyou.

Along the way, the cold wind kept blowing, Zhao Yuanle looked over, it was white and vast.

In winter here, there is no green, the ground is yellow, with withered grass on it, and the branches next to it are also bare.

A chilling aura, you don't need to take the initiative to feel it, it is strong enough when it hits your face.

Zhao Yuanle carried a big box, stepped on the snow, slipped over without paying attention, fell and squatted.

She had no choice but to break off a tree trunk and use it as a crutch.

"The snow here is not cute at all."

Bang didn't say it, but it was actually a layer of ice, and she would slip and fall if she didn't pay attention. Thanks to her thick skin, otherwise, this ass would have been sacrificed long ago.

Just as she was concentrating on walking, there was the sound of horseshoes in front of her, and a delicate female voice came.

"that whoever!"

(End of this chapter)