Zhao Yuanle listened to Zhao Yuanxi's words, looked at her proud look and smiled faintly.

These advantages are vulnerable in the face of industrialization.

No matter how good or fine the handicraft is, it is not as good as the mass production after the machine is mature.

After all, only a small number of people can use fine artworks.

Machine-made products are cheap and can be used by ordinary people. Ninety percent of the world are ordinary people, and the money that machines can make is the most of the money.

Now, we can still rely on our always-outside position to maintain our own trade surplus at high prices, but how could those people always be willing to do so?

Once the force here is not enough to protect your wealth, then...

Zhao Yuanle thought about this and couldn't help but feel sad.

Here, people at this time did not realize the role of science and technology, few people went to study science, and there was no systematic industrial foundation.

Westerners are not stupid, and real technology will definitely not be sold. Once their more powerful aircraft, cannons, submarines and warships are created, they will definitely not be willing to be willing to have such a trade deficit. It will be a matter of time before war is launched.

When Zhao Yuanxi saw Zhao Yuanle's excitement, she called her.

"Lele? Don't you eat this?"

Zhao Yuanle reacted, smiled, then picked up the cake and milk tea and went to taste it for the primary school apprentice and Tang Siwen.

At noon, fewer people were taking medical treatment and taking medicine, and Zhao Dacheng had free time, so few people could sit and have dinner together.

Zhao Yuanle asked about Zhao Dacheng's doctor friend.

"Uncle, your doctor friend, do you know Westerners?"

Zhao Dacheng: "I know you, why, do you want to study medicine?"

Zhao Yuanle: "No, I want to sell things to Westerners."

Zhao Dacheng: "It's useless. They don't lack your essential oils. They have a lot of things like this, and they also have perfumes, which they won't want."

Zhao Yuanle smiled.

"I want to sell pig gong bacteria to them."

The few people at the dinner table were stunned.

Zhao Yuanxi confirmed again.

"Is it Pig Bacteria? Who eats that thing?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded quickly: "Western people love to eat, and they also like to eat very much. The price is expensive. They are calculated at a price per ounce. Grind it and sprinkle it on some when eating."

Zhao Dacheng didn't believe it very much, but he didn't refuse.

"I don't know this, so I'll ask you when I have time."

Zhao Yuanle: "After asking someone to bring me a letter."

If there is really a channel, she would have to hurry up and look for pig gong bacteria in the mountains these days. After living, she would not be able to find any good ones after the heat became hot.

After lunch, Zhao Yuanle washed his face and sat on a chair to think about a question.

At this time, there seemed to be no large pig farm here.

The pork here is collected by butchers from their own homes. Generally, people only raise a few heads, and no more than ten heads are raised slightly.

So if she wants to gain experience in opening a large pig farm, where can she find it?

After thinking about it, Zhao Yuanle felt that there were very few experiences in real life, so he could only look for them in books.

You can search at the bookstore.

She remembered that in the bookstore she went to before, there were many miscellaneous books, agricultural, handicrafts, and all involved.

And this time I still have money and can’t afford it, so I can afford it.

After making up his mind, Zhao Yuanle was about to go out.

Zhao Yuanxi was taking a nap in the bed at this time, but Zhao Yuanle did not wake her up and went out alone with the money.

When she passed by the door, she saw the elementary apprentice still guarding the door, holding a book in her hand to read.

So hardworking...

Zhao Yuanle sighed in her heart that she felt that people with strong self-control like primary school apprenticeship would definitely have a future.

The primary apprentice smiled shyly at Zhao Yuanle and asked softly: "Sister is going out?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

"I've gone to the bookstore, if they ask, you will reply."

The primary school apprentice nodded well, stood up and watched Zhao Yuanle walk out of the door.

Zhao Yuanle went straight to Chunhui Bookstore, and the road was unobstructed.

At the entrance of the bookstore that I haven't seen for a while, I am still the little doorman who blushed when I see her.

When he saw Zhao Yuanle coming, he blushed and greeted her respectfully.

"Please come in, girl."

Zhao Yuanle walked in and saw no one else, and couldn't help but feel curious.

"You're here today?"

At this moment, a gentle voice came from inside.

"It's not just him."

Chen Moying was wearing a dark green collar and looked quite formal indulgent.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Chen Moying smiled gently: "Come to borrow books?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

"I want to borrow a book about raising pigs."

As soon as this said, a chuckle came out.

A look of surprise flashed in Zhao Yuanle's eyes.

Ming Huyan, wearing a black look and wearing a more complex style than Chen Moying, walked out slowly.

Zhao Yuanle hehe: "What a coincidence."

Chen Moying looked at the two of them and was a little surprised.

"You know each other?"

Ming Chong said: "That's true."

Zhao Yuanle smiled.

She just thinks this county is too small.

Ming Chongyan looked at Zhao Yuanle and couldn't help but say, "I thought you at least understand something. Now it seems that many of them don't know much."

To raise pigs, you have to read books...

Tsk...

Zhao Yuanle's face did not change and his voice was calm.

"No one is born to know it. If you don't understand, learn it. Whether it's taught by others or self-study by reading books, it's normal."

After hearing this, Ming Chongyan said nothing, with a faint smile between his eyebrows. He looked at Chen Moying: "You know her too?"

Chen Moying nodded.

"This is her third time here to borrow a book."

Ming Chong said: "What did you borrowed before?"

Chen Moying: "Historical books, travel notes of the Five Mountains."

Ming Huyan nodded.

I see…

The book I borrowed seemed to be right as what she said.

Knowing that Zhao Yuanle was going to borrow a book about raising pigs again this time, Chen Moying smiled and said, "She is very talented, but even if I advise her, she would not listen. She just didn't want to go to school and insisted on raising pigs."

Ming Huyan also snorted lightly.

"It's a coincidence."

That's what she said to him.

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

She wanted to remind these two people that she was not deaf and was standing in front of them now.

Chen Moying looked at it, walked aside, and picked out a book from a pile of books.
To be continued...