village pigwoman

Zhao Yuanle chuckled, and cooperated with He Ju. After stirring and mixing, the hot oil was poured down again. After doing this three times, the hot oil was completely splashed.

In fact, Zhao Yuanle wanted to pour some white vinegar into it, but there was no white vinegar at home, so he had to forget it.

Zhao Yuanlan and Yao'er ran in after smelling the fragrance.

The two looked at the oily peppers that hadn't settled down, and took a deep breath beside them, sighing that it was really fragrant while inhaling.

This is really fragrant, Zhao Ercheng, who was lying on the bed, thought so.

He Ju looked at Zhao Yuanlan and Yao'er with a smile.

"You two are going to die of hunger."

Zhao Yuanlan: "This chili oil is delicious when mixed with anything."

Yao'er was still breathing beside him.

"It smells so good~"

The fragrance wafted out directly and into the noses of the neighbors around.

One person is washing vegetables, a little sour.

"I don't know what to eat again."

After the spicy oil splashed, Zhao Yuanle wanted to pick the pig's nostrils again.

He Ju didn't stop her either. She walked into the room and found Zhao Yuanlan's hidden pastries without thinking too much.

Zhao Yuanlan jumped when she saw He Ju coming out with these things in her arms.

"Oh, you are so annoying! Every time!"

He Ju glared at Zhao Yuanlan.

"You jump again! Jump again and see if I don't hit you."

Zhao Yuanlan sat beside her angrily, her face puffed up.

He Ju picked out these things, and after finding similar ones, he wrapped them around in his apron.

Zhao Yuanlan snorted forcefully.

"I'm sick!"

He Ju also stared at Zhao Yuanlan: "Who told you to be so ostentatious and bring so many things back, they all saw it, if you don't take some out, I don't know what they will say.

Look at your upturned mouth, hanging a three-jin oil pot, and I didn’t get any good ones, so I took similar ones. At least I have to share them with others. Usually they are all divided, so why don’t you have the nerve to not tell them. "

Zhao Yuanlan turned her head away.

"Every time you have to divide the points, what they share is cheap, how can it compare with us."

He Ju couldn't be bothered to chat with Zhao Yuanlan anymore, so she lifted her apron and went out.

As soon as Zhao Yuanlan saw He Ju go out, she hurried over to put away the rest of her things, looking for new places to hide them.

Zhao Ercheng next to him looked at it and smiled.

Zhao Yuanle sighed while admiring his oily hot pepper.

"Xiao Lan, your mother knows much better than you about these few houses, so it's useless for you to hide."

Zhao Yuanlan's angry voice came from inside.

"She will never find what I hid this time."

Yao'er actually said: "Miss sister, you hide under Sanniang's bed."

Zhao Yuanle was taken aback, and looked at Yao'er who was blinking.

Is this... really a good idea?

Zhao Yuanlan also thought so, she went into He Ju's room with a bunch of things in her arms.

Yao'er said again: "Take a rope and tie it to the bed."

Zhao Yuanle let out a hey yo.

She couldn't help touching Yao'er's little head.

"Yaoer, why are you so smart?"

Yao'er: "huh~"

His eyes turned into half-curved moons with a smile, the arc of his small mouth was smooth, and the two spots on his face were full of elasticity.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but give a big mouthful when he hugged her.

Yao'er giggled and lay on Zhao Yuanle's shoulder.

Zhao Ercheng sighed with emotion, and whispered, "It's just like your mother laughing."

Yao'er didn't hear it, but Zhao Yuanle did.

For some reason, she rummaged through the original owner's memory many times, about the original owner's wife, but she never saw her face clearly.

She only knew that the person in her memory was her mother, but she couldn't remember her appearance clearly, and even her voice was very vague.

Zhao Ercheng, who was at the side, thought of this by himself, and suddenly felt a little sad again. He sighed lightly and turned around, turning his face to the wall.

Zhao Yuanle didn't try to persuade him.

She could only simply empathize with this, but she couldn't experience it personally, and it was meaningless to say more.

Zhao Yuanlan hid the good things and came out, and hugged Yao'er to have a good kiss.

He Ju also came back from distributing things outside, with other things in his apron, some green beans and small pickles.

Zhao Yuanlan looked at He Ju proudly, snorted, and went out to play with Yao'er in her arms.

Zhao Yuanle carried the basket and sickle, and wrapped the cloth again.

He Ju called Zhao Yuanle to stop.

She took a piece of sackcloth and wrapped it up.

After finishing these, she let Zhao Yuanle go out again.

Zhao Yuanle carried a basket and a sickle, humming a little tune and headed towards Widow Yu's house.

On the field ridge, Zhao Yuanle saw that many rapeseed flowers in the soil had begun to wither.

She hopes that this year, her rapeseed will be better and more oil can be squeezed.

There were still not many people on this road. Zhao Yuanle walked all the way to the door of Widow Yu's house, but he didn't see a single person passing by.

Widow Yu was drying the roses that were picked later at the door of her house, turning over some of the roses that had not been exposed to the sun from time to time.

Zhao Yuanle seemed to feel it from a distance away, and looked up at the widow.

A smile appeared on her face.

Zhao Yuanle trotted over, and Widow Yu quickly brought her a bamboo chair.

"Slower."

Zhao Yuanle smiled and handed the things wrapped in linen to Widow Yu.

"For you."

Yu widow's first reaction was not to.

Zhao Yuanle had expected her to be like this.

"This is for you. If you don't want it, I won't ask you for it in the future."

Widow Yu smiled and took the sackcloth away.

"what is it."

After seeing clearly that it was the cloth and what it looked like, she hurriedly returned it to Zhao Yuanle.

This thing is not cheap, she knows it.

Zhao Yuanle didn't want it.

"I won't come if you pay it back."

Widow Yu was helpless: "Take it back, I have enough clothes to wear."

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "I don't."

Widow Yu still wanted to insist, and Zhao Yuanle insisted even more.

Helpless, Widow Yu took the thing away.

She carefully put the cloth into the house and put it away, then walked out again.

Zhao Yuanle was looking at these newly picked and sun-dried roses.

Widow Yu: "It hasn't rained in the past two days, and the flowers bloom better."

Zhao Yuanle also nodded.

"These flowers are of good quality, and the essential oils they make are also very good. I sold them in the county and earned... four silver dollars."

The widow was a little surprised.

"Can you really make money? Then I will keep the rest for you, and you can use it to make those pure dew essential oils."

Zhao Yuanle smiled and said, "So I'll buy that cloth for you. You can make clothes if you want, and you can sell them if you are short of money in the future. The guaranteed price is also yours."

As the widow stretched her brows and eyes, the smile on her face never fell.

"I don't want you to give me anything. It's useless to give these flowers to me, but it's still useful to you. What you earn is what you deserve.

I will sell the rest of the flowers for you, and earn as much as you can. "

Speaking of this, Zhao Yuanle shook his head.

"I won't go to the county anymore, I will sell it in the town later."

Widow Yu paused and didn't ask any more questions, but just asked Zhao Yuanle with a smile if he would drink honey water.

Zhao Yuanle showed his basket to Widow Yu.

"I'm going to pick the pig's nostrils first."