village pigwoman

Since there are no books to borrow here, there is no need for her to stay any longer.

Zhao Yuanle: "Then I'll go first."

Ming Hongyan on the side spoke.

"Let's go together."

Chen Moying was surprised: "Huh?"

Ming Hong said, "Go and see the doctor."

Zhao Yuanle remembered what he said before, and the relationship is here to sell face.

Chen Moying smiled.

"Okay, I'll go and have a look too."

Zhao Yuanle was a little surprised, she looked at Chen Moying: "You?"

Chen Moying: "I'm sick, I was born with it."

Zhao Yuanle sighed.

Such a gentle and polite person is actually born with a disease...

Zhao Yuanle turned around and walked ahead to lead the way for the two of them.

At this time, Ming Hongyan said that the servants who were waiting at the side stepped forward, and the leader was the one named Chibei.

When he looked at Zhao Yuanle, he hesitated to speak.

Zhao Yuanle: "What's wrong?"

Red belly: "Miss Zhao, can you step back a little bit and walk behind."

Ming Hongyan glanced at the red belly, and the red belly immediately stepped back with his head down.

Zhao Yuanle instantly understood why.

Ming Hongyan is the eldest son and a noble person, according to the understanding of most people at this time, even if she is leading the way, she cannot walk ahead of Ming Hongyan.

Now Zhao Yuanle, who has gradually entered the country and followed the customs, will no longer be entangled in these things.

Then go back and order, and you won't lose a piece of meat.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle retreating, Ming Hong said, "Actually, it doesn't have to be."

Zhao Yuanle smiled.

"That can't be done, you are a nobleman, I'll just show you the way later."

Ming Hong said: "Then go to the side."

Zhao Yuanle thought about it, but did not refuse.

But she walked to Chen Moying's side.

Chen Moying slightly frowned, and he inadvertently glanced at Ming Hongyan.

In fact, Zhao Yuanle simply got acquainted with Chen Moying, and subconsciously walked to Chen Moying's side.

Chen Moying smiled and chatted with Zhao Yuanle.

"How are the pigs doing?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's very good. It will be sold in two months, and people in our village want to raise white pigs with me now."

Chen Moying was slightly puzzled.

"White pig?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh, I didn't tell you, I raised several white pigs. At first, people in the village were not used to white pigs, but after seeing white pigs growing fast, they wanted to raise them too."

Chen Moying let out an oh.

"Someone has to do something first."

Without pioneers, no one would dare to try new things.

Chen Moying asked about the content of Zhao Yuanle's travel notes on the Five Sacred Mountains.

"After you finished reading that book, is there any place you want to go?"

Zhao Yuanle didn't even think about it: "Prairie!"

"Ok?"

Chen Moying was a little surprised by this answer.

Zhao Yuanle: "I want to eat yellow sheep! There are also milk tofu, milk skin, hand-grilled meat, and roasted whole lamb!"

Chen Moying laughed out loud.

"Only food?"

Zhao Yuanle laughed twice.

"You can also see the beautiful scenery, but I still want to eat what I just said. Oh, you can also try riding a horse if you have a chance. The horses there are short and should be easy to ride."

Chen Moying: "Short?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Isn't it?"

Chen Moying: "It's not short. Although it's not as good as a thoroughbred horse, it's still quite beautiful."

Zhao Yuanle let out a cry.

She always remembered that Mongolian horses were short.

Chen Moying asked again: "Are there any other places?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes, yes, Hami's fried rice noodles, melons and fruits, roasted naan, and big plate chicken."

Chen Moying: "Well..."

It really is all eaten.

Zhao Yuanle: "Actually, it's not just that. The people there are also good-looking, good at singing and dancing, warm and hospitable, and the scenery is not bad."

Chen Moying paused and her eyes sank.

He and Ming Hongyan looked at each other.

When Zhao Yuanle found nothing unusual, Chen Moying asked with a smile, "The people there are good at singing and dancing, and they are hospitable?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes."

In fact, she wanted to say that all ethnic minorities are good at singing and dancing, and they all drink after drinking. Only the Han people start to brag after drinking.

Ming Yan who was on the side suddenly spoke: "The people there are tough and hospitable, and the women often wear black robes, and the men have thick hair, so they really don't look good.

I have also read the Travels of the Five Sacred Mountains, but it has never been mentioned, so, where are the Hami people rumored to have this temperament? "

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

Help!

She doesn't want to talk to this noble man anymore!

Can she say that the nine-year compulsory education has been so publicized?

Passing Chen Moying, Zhao Yuanle saw Ming Hongyan's curious eyes.

She just briefly talked about the history before, and didn't say anything about the rest. Now someone seems to be very interested in it.

Chen Moying agreed.

"Hami is a vassal state, but the customs and etiquette are very different, and it is extremely difficult to control."

Ming Hong said that at this time, it seemed that he had no intention of doing so, but he actually asked Zhao Yuanle a question.

"I don't know what will happen in the future."

Zhao Yuanle was silent for a while, and said, "It will be fine in the future."

Chen Moying opened her mouth and skipped the topic.

He mentioned the poem Zhao Yuanle had recited before.

"I searched for a long time in the poetry collection that day, but I couldn't find this one. I really want to ask, who is the author?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I don't remember, I only remember poetry."

Chen Moying felt a little regretful.

"Pity."

Ming Hongyan glanced at Zhao Yuanle, and instantly saw that she was lying.

At this moment, a girl wearing a new-style Chinese dress walked by, and Zhao Yuanle noticed this person.

The hot one I met on that street before.

Chen Moying noticed the way Zhao Yuanle looked at the girl, and tentatively said, "This is probably a female student."

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh."

Chen Moying: "Does it look good?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's pretty, with an oval face, big eyes, a straight nose, and a white face."

Chen Moying chuckled lightly: "Is she well-dressed?"

Zhao Yuanle: "It's also pretty."

Chen Moying: "Then do you want to try?"

Zhao Yuanle knew what he was thinking.

She is determined.

"Do not want to."

Chen Moying: "Is it really necessary to raise pigs? Go to study. If you have this opportunity, why not go out and see more."

When Ming Hongyan heard this, he didn't say a word, and his expression was somewhat meaningful.

Zhao Yuanle sighed.

She also said to Chen Moying meaningfully: "Why do you insist on persuading me to study?

Everyone has their own destiny, and if I don't study, it doesn't mean that my life is meaningless.

What happened to the pigs?Just be inferior?As long as I find pig farming fun, that's the best thing for me.

Besides, labor is the most honorable thing. I am willing to farm and be a peasant girl. As long as I am happy, that is enough.

Don't try to persuade me anymore, I won't change my mind, and you don't have to feel sorry, after all, according to my identity, I went to those places, that new-style school, people might have problems, this road, yes For me, it might not be a good way. "