village pigwoman

Chen Moying: "My father?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Yeah, didn't your father get sick before and didn't feel well?

In order to reflect the extraordinaryness of my pig milk, I should find this kind of example and let him drink my pig milk. "

Chen Moying picked off a few vegetable leaves and narrowed her eyes slightly.

"You want to sell at a high price and want my parents to promote you?

Do I have to blow through the bottles and cans, and then blow through the rarity of this pig?

Anyway, it has to be expensive, right? "

Zhao Yuanle's face remained unchanged.

"This is a free market. If my pig milk is effective, then the propaganda will be effective. And one person is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

I am at that price, whether I like it or not. "

Chen Moying laughed lightly.

"Look, it's a pity not to engage in foreign trade. Those foreigners like you who can brag. The more you brag, the more people will buy."

He stood up and said, "Go to the city together in three days?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Tomorrow?"

Chen Moying: "But you don't even have a bottle of milk?"

Zhao Yuanle is serious: "The pigs I raise are very strong, and I can bear the grievance of not eating a few mouthfuls of milk. I just let them save some food, and I can still make up a bottle."

Chen Moying: "Well..."

Then how would he tell his father that this was the milk that Zhao Yuanle had worked so hard to snatch from the pig's mouth?

Zhao Yuanle: "Okay, see you tomorrow morning, I'll be busy first."

Chen Moying stopped her.

"Wait, don't you want pig money?"

...

Zhao Yuanle took the pig money from Chen Moying, collected the money after returning home, and started serious preparations.

Yao'er had no class today, so he stood at Zhao Yuanle's door, looked at Zhao Yuanle holding the milking things, and asked, "Sister, are you going to milk the pig?"

Zhao Yuanle put away his things, a little surprised: "How do you know?"

Yao'er: "Everyone in the village is talking about this."

Zhao Yuanle snorted.

"Isn't it just milking a pig, what's there to chew on?"

Yao'er: "Is this good?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I don't know either, I'll squeeze it out for you to try."

Yao'er sticks out her tongue and shakes her head.

"I don't want it, who drinks pig's milk."

After Zhao Yuanle saw Yao'er's refusal, he walked away shaking his head, and couldn't help but tsk: "I don't know the goods."

When her pig milk is sold, how many people want to drink it but still can't drink it.

During dinner at night, the family also asked about this.

He Ju is most concerned about this.

She asked curiously, "Lele, tell me, can children drink pig's milk?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes."

He Ju: "Really? Isn't this pig's milk very good, drinking it can nourish your body?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Yes."

He Ju was a little embarrassed, but she still spoke.

"Lele, if Sanniang and I have a baby in the future and have no milk, can I give this to the baby?"

Zhao Yuanle understood.

She nodded: "If there is, sure."

After eating, Zhao Yuanle lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Sure enough, the pig god appeared in the dream.

It smiled and asked Zhao Yuanle what he wanted.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the glittering golden pig sculpture in his arms, and without thinking: "Can Madam Wu be cured?"

Hearing this, Pig God thought for a while, but his face was troubled.

Pig God: "I'm afraid this is not very good?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Why? Chen Moying's illness was cured before, and Ming Hongyan's injury was also healed by the way. Why can't we just treat one of them this time?"

Pig God explained.

"Before, after all, it was the first bastard, and the first time was more valuable.

But this time it's different, it's just a special optimization of a certain part of one side, which is more beneficial to you, but for me, it doesn't have a particularly big effect. "

Zhao Yuanle: "But it wasn't you who said it at the beginning, this time it focuses on pig milk?"

The pig god spread his hands: "I see that you are very short of money, and I thought that no one has ever drank this pig's milk, so it's good to try."

After hearing this, Zhao Yuanle said with a smile: "Now that you've succeeded, let's be flexible. Aren't you a pig god? It's such a small matter..."

Pig God sighed.

"I'm a pig god, but do you think it's easy to be a god? Every day is very busy, and it depends on performance. If I make a loss-making business, it will be my merits that will be deducted.

If I make a loss-making business, how can I have the strength to send you back? Do you still want to go back? "

"This..." Zhao Yuanle was puzzled: "Is this still called a god?"

Pig God: "Gods are not omnipotent."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then Madam Wu can't be saved?"

Pig God sighed.

"You have to know that Chen Moying's illness doesn't affect his lifespan, and Ming Hongyan's injury would have healed a lot.

However, this Mrs. Wu is about to die. If she is cured and allowed to live for a long time, it is equivalent to changing her lifespan and reviving a dying person.

This is against Lord Yan. "

Zhao Yuanle pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion.

"So, it means that the benefits given are not enough."

Pig God laughed.

"Breeding different breeds of pigs, the hybrid pigs produced are very useful, but there are only a few of them.

The ideas you are doing are good, you can exercise them and start from the day after tomorrow.

Hybridization is an optimization method, so acquired selection is also a good method.

Over time, maybe there will be extremely fast pigs, endurance pigs, and particularly agile pigs. These are also very useful.

Also, spreading these pig breeds and allowing them to prosper is considered a contribution, and it can be the most exchanged bargaining chip at that time. "

Zhao Yuanle nodded after listening to it.

"I understand what you mean. Then, what can I exchange for Huazhu giving birth this time?"

Pig God: "You can not change it now, and accumulate it later, and then come to save people and change their lives."

Zhao Yuanle sighed.

"I'm afraid she won't be able to wait."

Pig God touched his pig hair and comforted Zhao Yuanle: "Everyone has his own destiny, and it's not your fault that she will die, just try your best."

Zhao Yuanle: "The beauty is unlucky."

After sighing, the dream disappeared, and Zhao Yuanle got up after hearing the rooster crowing.

She put on her clothes, took her things, and walked towards the pig farm.

Under the dark sky, Laicai also got up early, and was taking things to the stove to prepare breakfast.

Seeing Zhao Yuanle coming, he greeted in surprise: "Good morning, what are you doing?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded and pointed to the sow farrowing room over there.

"Milk the pigs."

Laicai: "This..."

He was curious, but too embarrassed to look.

Zhao Yuanle came to Huazhu's side, and both Little Piggy and Huazhu opened their eyes and looked at her.

Zhao Yuanle took a specific milking device and pointed it at Huazhu's abdomen.

It was also the first time she did such a thing.

All I can say is...it's really difficult.

Much harder than milking a cow.

Moreover, the amount is really small.

She fiddled with it for a while before filling a porcelain vase.

After finishing all this, Zhao Yuanle touched Huazhu's head, carried the little piglets over one by one, and took their respective positions.

a suitable location.

"Come on, eat one by one, don't grab and don't worry, when you grow up, continue to give birth to the pig king and me."

After speaking, Zhao Yuanle put the porcelain bottle in his arms and walked out.

Standing there, Laicai saw Zhao Yuanle passing by and greeted him enthusiastically, "Have some breakfast?"

Zhao Yuanle waved his hand: "No, I have to go to the county early."

The carriage of Chen Moying's family was also waiting there.

She carried the bag on her back, filled it with sweet potato powder and vegetables and radishes, and then got into the Chen family's carriage together.

The morning mist was refreshing, and she opened the curtain a little, poked her head out and looked, and she could still see the stars in the sky.

"It's getting late now."

Chen Moying nodded.

"It's okay here, if it's in the north, it won't be long before it will snow."

Zhao Yuanle: "I really want to see the snow fall."

Chen Moying: "If you have time, you can go over there and have a look."

Zhao Yuanle: "There shouldn't be much time."

Chen Moying smiled.

The carriage jolted, and the words of the person in front came in.

"Encountered a pit."

Chen Moying: "It's okay."

Zhao Yuanle began to complain about the bad way.

"It would be nice if this road could pass cars."

Chen Moying: "At your earning speed, it's not difficult to build roads."

Zhao Yuanle began to give Chen Moying the manpower and material resources needed to popularize science and build roads.

All the way to the county.

Zhao Yuanle stopped at his uncle's house first, and went in to have a look, good guy, he is having breakfast.

She quickly put down the strap and went to eat together.

Zhao Yuanxi gave Zhao Yuanle another plate of sour radish.

"Here, eat this, freshly brewed."

Zhao Yuanle ate, and talked to his family about how many piglets the sows gave birth to, and how much money those pigs made when they were sold.

Tang Siwen and Zhao Dacheng praised her with smiles.

Tang Siwen laughed, gossiping: "I heard that the Chen family also went to the countryside to raise pigs?"

When Zhao Yuanle heard this, he finished his breakfast with a few mouthfuls, and ran away in a hurry.

"I have something to do, go out and get busy."

Tang Siwen sighed.

"This girl, I think she's already fifteen years old, doesn't she know anything about it?"

Zhao Dacheng whispered: "It would be nice to marry later, I don't want Xi'er to marry so early."

Tang Siwen rolled his eyes.

"You know what bullshit, this good man can't be let go if he catches it. If you catch one, you'll get one less. It's good to strike early."

Zhao Yuanxi blushed and interrupted their conversation.

"Okay, okay, don't talk anymore, Lele is gone."

Zhao Yuanle ran very fast.

When Chen Moying's carriage arrived home slowly, she saw her running over.

Chen Moying: "Exactly, let's go together."

Zhao Yuanle took out the porcelain bottle he was carrying, opened it and smelled it.

"It's delicious."

A faint smell of almonds.

When Mrs. Xi learned that Chen Moying and Zhao Yuanle had come back together, she was very happy to greet her.

Unexpectedly, after Zhao Yuanle said a few words, he proposed to see Chen Moying's father.

Mrs. Xi was a little surprised, but she happily led her to see it.

"Here, I have typhoid fever and haven't recovered very well. Maybe it's because I'm old."

Zhao Yuanle asked, "Have you taken your medicine?"

Mrs. Xi: "Have you eaten...?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Huh?"

Mrs. Xi looked disgusted: "He thinks the medicine is bitter, so I have to stare at him to drink it. At these times, I'm too lazy to stare at him. He said he took it, but whether he took it or not is up to me."

do not know either. "

Zhao Yuanle: "This..."

A lot of age, taking medicine is not worrying.

Chen Moying said this directly.

He snorted softly: "It's fine if you don't eat, anyway, it's not others who are suffering."

And here, Master Chen, who got the news, panicked all of a sudden.

He hurriedly asked someone to clean up for him.

Not knowing why Zhao Yuanle came here, he felt a little uneasy.

He was actually very scared, Zhao Yuanle showed resentment towards him, or questioned him, scolded him.

However, he actually thought too much.

As soon as Zhao Yuanle saw him, he took out the pig milk he made early in the morning and started selling it.

Chen Moying had heard it before, and now she sat by the side and ate snacks leisurely.

Master Chen nodded cooperatively, he was more serious than before in front of the teacher.

Mrs. Xi was taken aback when she heard that.

She didn't pay attention to anything else, except for two things.

Rare, beauty and beauty.

For her, this equals the other two.

Precious and makes her look good.

After saying this, Zhao Yuanle put the porcelain bottle in front of Master Chen.

"This time, treat it as a trial. You drink it first. If you really think I'm not bragging, then ask someone to bring you a letter. I will send you this in the future. However, the price is definitely not cheap. .”

Where does Mr. Chen have any opinions, just make a decision.

"Okay, okay, buy, I want as much as you have."

Zhao Yuanle: "Not much. This pig's milk may be two small bottles a day at most, and the other ones that are slightly worse may have four or five bottles a day."

Mrs. Xi: "Yes, I want both, and you bring them all to me."

If it is really effective, she will have a bottle in the morning and evening, and another bottle after drinking tea in the afternoon.

Zhao Yuanle: "The price..."

Master Chen hurriedly said, "Make an offer."

Mrs. Xi gave Master Chen a hard look.

"That's what I should say!"

Zhao Yuanle had already thought about the price.

She stretched out a finger: "Huazhu's milk costs two small bottles of ten silver dollars, and other pigs' milk costs five silver dollars in a big bottle. No one can deceive anyone."

Mrs. Xi: "Okay, okay, you can deliver it to us tomorrow."

Zhao Yuan was happy to see this, so he talked to Mrs. Xi about the desserts that can be made with pig's milk.

One spoke happily, and the other listened carefully.

Once Mrs. Xi was happy, she gave the deposit first.

The maid gave Zhao Yuanle a heavy purse.

Mrs. Xi: "This will be your deposit for the next milk delivery."

Zhao Yuanle took it with satisfaction, with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

"Thank you."

A few sows that give birth can create tens of dollars of profit for her a day.

She couldn't be happier.

Next, I can only wrong those little piggies.

Just let them eat more.

After saying this, Mrs. Xi wanted to keep Zhao Yuanle for dinner. Zhao Yuanle took a look at Master Chen's nervous expression, rejected the proposal, and insisted on going home.

Although Master Chen is not to blame for some things, but we both know about it, so it is better not to get together, lest we feel uncomfortable with each other.

After Mrs. Xi reluctantly sent Zhao Yuanle away, she turned around and saw her family.

She smiled slightly.

"Save money for your own house, right?"

Master Chen: "..."

Mrs. Xi: "You pay for the milk this time."

Master Chen: "..."

He knew that until he died, it would be impossible to save his private money.

Curious, Chen Moying leaned over and took a look at it.

Unfinished pig milk.

He also wanted to try it a little bit, what kind of smell it was.

As a milker, Zhao Yuanle has never tasted this taste.

It was only when she was walking home alone that she remembered that she had forgotten to taste it.

Just as she was showing regret, a few young people walked up to her. Among them, the one wearing glasses was excited when he saw Zhao Yuanle.