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

Chapter 94 094 Money is like flowing water

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's silent appearance, Chen Moying laughed out loud.

"just kidding."

Zhao Yuanle also smiled: "I don't remember who wrote this poem, but I just saw it by accident and thought it was good so I wrote it down."

Chen Moying: "This poem is really good, and it is also related to my name. If someone asks again in the future, I will tell them that it comes from this allusion."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "That's fine."

Chen Moying was a little curious.

"Are you really raising pigs?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yeah, the ones raised are pretty good, and I plan to raise a few more this time."

Hearing this, Chen Moying stopped talking.

He felt that Zhao Yuanle was a very talented person, and it was a pity to be trapped in the countryside raising pigs and be a peasant girl all her life.

Zhao Yuanle could see that Chen Moying was hesitant to speak, and he knew what he wanted to say after a little thought.

So she took the book and ran away directly.

"Goodbye, I will return the book when I finish reading it."

Chen Moying stood at the door, seeing Zhao Yuanle's back all the time, a little envious: "The little girl is really energetic, she runs very fast."

The man at the counter asked in a low voice
"Is there anything else, young master? If it is to check the account book, it may take a while."

Chen Moying shook her head slowly.

"It's okay, let's take a look. If you see her borrowing books again in the future, just lend them to her."

The man bowed and nodded without any objection.

The little doorman who was arranging things inside came out and respectfully called young master.

Chen Moying waved to him, and the little door boy walked over respectfully.

Chen Moying: "Help me find the transcript of quatrains."

He had never heard of the poem that Zhao Yuanle said, but it aroused his curiosity. Today he will look for it carefully to see when and who it came from.

He thinks that person should be surnamed Song?

He didn't know that Song was a certain dynasty in another world.

Zhao Yuanle walked down the street with a book in his arms.

Just now she habitually recited poems, and almost said the name of Dynasty Song and the author together.

So, she feels that she should be less pretentious in the future, and she might reveal her secrets at some point, and it is really laborious to maintain the persona, and it is even more difficult to maintain this kind of persona with a high IQ and genius who has an unforgettable memory.

She was walking on the street, passing by a cloth shop, and suddenly thought of something.

After coming out of the cloth shop, Zhao Yuanle carried another bolt of cyan silk with dark patterns in his arms.

This is the gift she is going to give to the widow when she goes back.

She knew that if money was given, the widow would definitely not accept it, and it was easier to accept things.

Cloth is not afraid of putting it away. If Yu widow doesn't want to make clothes, she can directly exchange the cloth for money when she is short of money.

After Zhao Yuanle carried the cloth and the book back, Tang Siwen asked questions when he saw the book Travels to the Five Sacred Mountains.

"Lele, this book is not cheap, is it borrowed?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I borrowed it, but it doesn't cost money. The owner of the bookstore thinks I'm a genius, so he lent it to me for free. I can pay it back when I want."

Zhao Dacheng next to him let out a hey.

"There's also this good thing, why haven't I encountered it before."

Tang Siwen asked: "Really?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Really, it's impossible for me to steal it."

Tang Siwen stopped asking, but took out oiled paper from the back room, carefully sealed the book, and told Zhao Yuanle: "He is kind, you should take good care of this book, and when you return it to others, you must pay attention to it." Alright, be careful when you read it, remember?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded and was taught honestly.

After wrapping the book, Tang Siwen began to question this piece of cyan patterned silk again.

"Who did you buy this cloth for?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's for Aunt Yu. The essential oils I sell this time and the flowers I use are all from her."

Tang Siwen looked at Zhao Dacheng suspiciously.

Zhao Dacheng replied: "It's the widow who lives in the back of the village, who used to sing in the theater troupe in the county."

Tang Siwen was stunned, and suddenly, her complexion became a little complicated.

It's not that she discriminates against widows, but she just cares about what Yu Shi did before.

Actors... are really not very popular. They don't make a living by working, but only earn money by smiling at people. When they give a few extra money as a reward, they have to turn around like a plaything and sing flattering words at the top of their voices.

But Tang Siwen thought that this person gave the flowers, and Zhao Yuanle didn't care, so he held back and didn't say anything.

But after a while, Tang Siwen couldn't bear it anymore.

"Lele, it's almost enough to make this essential oil once and sell it. I'll make less of it in the future."

Zhao Yuanle: "Don't worry, there's nothing to do in the future, the flowers are gone."

The main reason is that the flowers that don't cost money are gone. If you spend money on flowers, the essential oil won't make money, and she doesn't want to do it either.

After a while, Zhao Yuanxi and Zhao Yuanlan also bought a bunch of things and came back.

Zhao Yuanlan laughed so hard that her eyebrows almost flew up.

She held a lot of sugar and candied pastries in her hand. Anyway, she bought all the food sold in the county, as long as she liked it.

That's all for a silver dollar.

Tang Siwen asked Zhao Yuanle: "How much do you have left?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I bought two bath tubs for one silver dollar, and bought snacks for one. I also spent a lot of money on this piece of cloth, and I have some change left for one silver dollar. I want to buy another piglet with another silver dollar. Buy a few of them, and save the one left.”

Tang Siwen: "You want to buy little piglets again?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Well, buy a few more, and sell them for money after fattening up. This is the only way to make money safely. Selling essential oils is considered a windfall."

Zhao Yuanlan's eyes fell on the cloth, and she couldn't help but said: "How good is this cloth, but this color is not suitable for our little girl to wear."

Zhao Yuanle heard the words, but said nothing.

Tang Siwen's focus was on the little piglet.

She frowned and said with a sad tone: "Lele, it's all fourteen. If you have time, you should practice female reds, cooking and doing housework. You don't need to learn farming, but you can make kimchi and red tofu. , You still need to know the basics of making tempeh.

We don't expect you to make money feeding pigs, just feed one pig. "

Zhao Yuanle wanted to say that she didn't actually expect to feed pigs to make money, she just wanted to feed pigs to gain strength.

Zhao Dacheng on the side spoke.

"Actually, I know a new breed of pigs. It's from the West. It seems to be from Englan. It's called the lower-eared pig. There are many cubs, but it is not easy to gain fat, but to grow lean."

Zhao Yuanle's eyes lit up.

Ouch, her modern white pig, is this coming?
She hurriedly asked, "Where is it, and how do you sell it?"

Zhao Dacheng: "I heard from a doctor in the hospital that one of his relatives got the seed from Dongzhu, and it feels good to raise. This time, he gave birth to twelve cubs.

His relatives' family couldn't support it anymore, and wanted to sell it to other people to raise it. Others didn't want to raise it, and dared not raise it. "

(End of this chapter)