village pigwoman

Zhao Yuanle smiled, rolled over and fell asleep.

The question of Zhao Yuanle echoed in Zhao Yuanlan's mind, and she fell into a deep logical question.

Zhao Yuanle woke up early the next morning.

She is now a pig raiser, and she is going to shoot pig grass to feed the pigs.

After breakfast, He Ju and Zhao Sancheng went to plow the fields again.

Zhao Ercheng was lying on the bed, eating and drinking on the bed.

As for Lazard, they are all solved with urinals.

Zhao Yuanle took care of Zhao Ercheng, that is, helping Zhao Ercheng wash his face, feed him food and water, and the rest was to empty the urinal.

Fortunately, it's spring and it's not hot yet, otherwise, Zhao Yuanle's head would hurt just thinking about the smell.

Helping Zhao Ercheng to bring yesterday's urinal to the place, Zhao Yuanle squeezed his nose to clean the thing, and after instructing Zhao Yuanlan, he went up the mountain with a scythe on his back to mow the grass.

Regarding pigweed, Zhao Yuanle has the memory of the original owner, and it is still very clear.

At this time, there is no grain to feed the pigs, only some chaff and hogweed for the pigs to eat.

Therefore, the pigs at this time are generally not too fat, there is no way, the food is too healthy.

Zhao Yuanle remembers that when she was a child, her grandmother’s pigs picked everything they ate. They didn’t eat the white flesh of the watermelon rind, but only the red flesh that was left over by people. They only ate the point on the tip of the red sweet potato vine.

Not picky.

While thinking about this, Zhao Yuanle walked on the way up the mountain.

The mountains here are all small hills, and there are also many valleys similar to Zhaojiaao, one after another, and some flat places have become county towns or markets.

People live here in Zhaojiaao, and each has its own territory. If you want to harvest pigweed, you have to go to another hillside with few or no people, or in the field.

According to the memory of the original owner, Zhao Yuanle went to the hillside where hogweed was used to be harvested, found a place where hogweed was abundant, and started cutting hogweed with a sickle.

After mowing for a while, she found that the shape of pigweed was indeed the same as that of ordinary weeds, and the rhizomes did not look like weeds with only fibers.

On the way to hunt pigweed, Zhao Yuanle saw some wild vegetables, so he took a sickle and dug them into the back sack.

Feeling that the time of beating pigweeds passed quickly, Zhao Yuanle became a little inattentive, and accidentally cut his hand with the sickle.

Grinning her teeth, Zhao Yuanle didn't feel the expected pain. Looking down, her fingers were fine, and her skin felt inexplicably tough.

Thinking of what Pig God said, she couldn't help but look carefully at her fingers, there were only white scratches on them, and no breaks.

After a meal, she was happy.

Pig God is quite conscientious, so she arranged for Pig Skin for free.

Out of curiosity, Zhao Yuanle took a sickle and cut off his own finger.

This time she deliberately used some strength, the stinging pain hit, Zhao Yuanle's face wrinkled into an orange peel.

Her fingers were cut and bloodstained.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

She felt that she might be affected by the power of the pig god and become a pig's brain, so she did this kind of thing.

There was a sneer from above, Zhao Yuanle looked up and saw a slightly dark-skinned boy carrying a hoe and wearing straw sandals looking at her and smiling.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

It's really embarrassing to be bumped into at such a shameful time.

Boy: "Aren't you a fool, girl, how can you cut off your own hands?"

Zhao Yuanle rolled his eyes silently, and walked to the other side with a sickle.

Boy: "Hey, let me just say, don't be angry."

Zhao Yuanle didn't look back.

The boy followed instead.

"Do you know where Zhaojia'ao is? I'm going there. Please show me the way."

Zhao Yuanle stopped and looked at the boy.

It was unknown to the original owner.

"Are you from Zhaojiaao?"

The boy shook his head: "I'm not, I'm from the valley over there.

I have an older sister who is married, and today I'm here to give my older sister a new hoe.

I don't come here very often, so I can't recognize the way. "

Zhao Yuanle glanced at the boy's obvious new hoe, and pointed over there.

"Go along this road, and you will see a dam, a stone mill and a big cherry tree."

The young man thanked him, and then asked: "My surname is Mo, and I am the son of Mo Sanwa in Mojiagou. My name is Mo Qingshan. What is your name, and which family is the girl from?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Ask me, do you still want to be a matchmaker? It doesn't matter which family I belong to."

After speaking, Zhao Yuanle turned and left.

She still wants to kill pigweed for her dear little pig, who wants to waste time with this kid here.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's attitude, Mo Qingshan scratched his head, not angry, but just chuckled.

"Hey, I have a pretty big temper."

Then he still followed the path pointed by Zhao Yuanle.

At this time, the pigweed was still easy to fight, and Zhao Yuanle spent a lot of time, and he didn't go back with the pigweed until he couldn't hold it any longer.

When she came home, He Ju and Zhao Sancheng had already arrived home first.

They finished the task today quickly, so they came back first.

He Ju glanced at the hogweed that Zhao Yuanle beat, and shook it several times before it fell to the ground.

"If you beat too much, the little piggy won't be able to finish that much, and it won't be fresh after you leave it."

Zhao Yuanle: "Don't worry, we'll finish eating."

She is blessed by the pig god, and this little pig is blessed by the pig god, so it should be fine to eat these pig grass.

After hearing Zhao Yuanle's words, He Ju couldn't help shaking her head, turned around and took out a kitchen knife and a wooden board, then sat down on a low bench and started chopping pigweed.

Little pigs are not like big pigs, these hogweeds have to be chopped up and mixed with bran before little pigs can eat them.

Zhao Yuanle leaned over.

"San Niang, let me chop pigweed."

She just likes to chop something.

He Ju waved: "Go and cook, you are so big, the rice is still cooking like this, and you haven't practiced much yet, go and cook."

Zhao Yuanlan held Zhao Yuantong's little hand next to her, and couldn't help agreeing.

"That's right, I can only cook hot dishes, and that time when I fried string beans made me vomit An Yi."

Zhao Yuanle gave Zhao Yuanlan another shudder.

"You know what to say."

If she can't cook, that's the original owner. Now, let's see her show off to the Zhao family.

However, after entering the kitchen and seeing those ingredients, Zhao Yuanle became discouraged.

Just salt, sauce, vegetables and radishes, and oil were all put away by He Ju.

Isn't it just boiled vegetables? It's still a big pot.

Zhao Yuanle thought about showing her hand, what else could she reveal with this little material.

Lighting the fire to cook the rice, Zhao Yuanle finally scooped some chicken soup into it while cooking the vegetables.

This chicken soup is exclusive to Zhao Ercheng, so she can get some secretly.

During the meal, Zhao Yuanlan's eyes lit up after taking a bite of the dish.

"The taste of this dish is a bit different."

He Ju understood as soon as she tasted it, and she didn't say much since she just added soup to the dish.

After two mouthfuls of rice, He Ju got up and went to the kimchi jar to get some sour radish to eat.

Zhao Yuanlan took two bites and said, "I want to eat red tofu."

He Ju: "It's over."

Zhao Yuanlan: "What about Douxiang?"

He Ju: "It's all eaten, the sour radish is gone, and I have to wait for a while to re-soak it."

Zhao Yuanlan took two mouthfuls of rice, and couldn't help but ask, "When are we going to eat that beef tongue and the beef?"