He Ju looked at Zhao Yuanlan with anger.

"Eat, you know how to eat."

Zhao Yuanle made up according to what He Ju said.

"Then we will kill ourselves and sell separately, so we will make more money."

He Ju shook her head.

"You girl, what do you know.

Kill yourself? At least five or six people need to kill pigs, otherwise you won’t be able to kill them. Once you kill the pig, you will have to give one hundred or five or six people a person. It’s a lot?

Besides, in the end, these people have to be invited to eat pig-killing vegetables, at least several kilograms of meat oil.

Then we will kill you, eat half of it and sell half of it, and that's about the same. We can buy you some new clothes during the Chinese New Year and have some leftovers."

Zhao Yuanle didn't say anything.

She felt that if the power of the Pig God was reliable, the pig would be able to be raised and slaughtered in the summer.

She was still curious if the power of the Pig God could really allow her to catch the sword with 100% empty hand, or to fight one by one?

Zhao Yuanlan next to him began to chatter about the future of killing pigs, and the youngest listened attentively.

He Ju sometimes looked at Yao'er, sometimes looked at Zhao Sancheng, with a faint sadness between her eyebrows and eyes.

In fact, life is already very good now, but she can't help but think of her belly.

She raised her youngest son and fed her so big from one handful of noodles, which made her feel like a son after a few years.

But this was not from her own stomach after all.

She actually likes her youngest son, and doesn't care whether she is born or not. But when she thinks that her man has a daughter, she feels very guilty.

He Ju still wanted to give birth to a son for Zhao Sancheng, which was her knot.

Zhao Yuanle did not notice He Ju's strangeness, and Zhao Yuanlan did not notice it even more.

After dinner, the two of them finished packing and began to tinker with the extremely standard slingshot again.

Zhao Yuanle felt that the characteristics of the pig seemed to not make her head rise.

Zhao Yuanlan was playing around, but couldn't help but talk about Widow Yu.

"Second sister, that moldy...oh no, who, her eyes are fine."

Zhao Yuanle was slightly surprised and then said, "It's nothing big, it hits the eye socket, but it doesn't hurt the eyes."

Zhao Yuanlan stared at the slingshot with a slightly serious expression: "I tried so much effort and didn't even pull the cowhide away. Second sister, how could you shoot the stone so far?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Because I have the power of the Pig God."

Zhao Yuanlan: “…”

She really felt that her second sister had a little abnormal mind, just after the water cave.

When Zhao Yuanle saw Zhao Yuanlan's complicated eyes, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"If you don't believe it, forget it. Okay, hurry up and go to bed. Get up early tomorrow. I want to go to the mountain to find some herbs and send it to her."

Zhao Yuanlan lay down and turned over: "I won't go anyway."

Zhao Yuanle hummed.

She felt that it would be better for Zhao Yuanlan to not follow him. She was the only one at that time, and it would be more convenient for her to do certain things.

The next day, it was still before dawn, and Zhao Yuanle heard the movements between He Ju and Zhao Sancheng. The couple was about to go out, and they often went out to work before dawn.

Zhao Yuanle quickly got up, turned around and found that Zhao Yuanlan next to her had kicked off the quilt again, so she covered her with it.

By the time Zhao Yuanle was ready, He Ju and Zhao Sancheng had to cross the threshold.

He Ju saw Zhao Yuanle getting up, glanced at the room where the youngest son was sleeping, and lowered his voice.

"You boil water first, wash it clean for my brother. There will be red potatoes in the pot. You can eat this.

By the way, steam two more eggs and give them to my brother first, do you know if you know."

Zhao Yuanle nodded and asked, "Do you herd cattle today?"

Zhao Sancheng: "Today, your Sanniang and I will be busy in the morning. When we come back to herd cattle, you can clean up your house this morning and then go and pick up a carved pig grass. Just play in the afternoon."

He Ju hurriedly said, "I found Xiu'er's mother and asked these two to learn needlework in the afternoon."

Zhao Yuanle's expression paused.

Needle and thread skills…

She wanted to refuse, she was really not interested in such a thing at all. After thinking about it, she even felt a headache.

After hearing He Ju's words, Zhao Sancheng nodded with a smile: "Okay, okay, we'll come back soon, you'll go boil water."

He Ju added: "You shout Xiaolan, she is so lazy that she will be so lazy that she will help you."

Zhao Yuanle nodded obediently and finally sent He Ju and Zhao Sancheng away.

When sending He Ju and Zhao Sancheng out, Zhao Yuanle glanced at the moon in the sky and felt a moment of trance.

She traveled through time like this, and the family was integrated like this, and she had been safely waiting for several days...

She suddenly felt melancholy, but soon she stopped thinking about this. She still believed in the Pig God and just raise pigs to live a good life.

When he walked into the kitchen, Zhao Yuanle skillfully picked up the tongs, grabbed a box of matches from the protruding bricks on the wall, lit one, took a handful of dry straw to get the fire, put some dry bamboo in, and burned a strong fire.

While the firewood was burning, she took out two eggs from the chicken coop, beat them into a bowl, mixed them with a large bowl and put them in the pot.

After doing these simple things, Zhao Yuanle sat on a small bench, looking bored at the flames in the stove, and his face was red.

Before dawn outside, she was bored when the fire was burning, and then she could concentrate and hear the faint sound of the wind outside.

It was so boring that she even picked up the matchbox next to her and looked like it.

The small paper box was next to it with red salt. She looked carefully and found that there was a row of small traditional Chinese characters marked on the paper shell.

Zhao Yuanle brought his eyes closer and saw it based on the black pot ash dyed beside the characters. The row of characters was Huaxia Match Manufacturing Factory.

Um?

Zhao Yuanle thought this name was a bit weird.

Why do you have to use the word "China" as a brand? Moreover, it should be the Republic of China at this time, so why should you use China as your representative?

Without thinking too much, Zhao Yuanle put the matchbox back. She thought it might be a local workshop that took it at will for the sake of momentum.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Yuanle opened the pot and took a look. He found that the steamed eggs were ready, so he pulled the firewood back and went to the house to call the two who were still sleeping.

My youngest woke up as soon as he shouted, and he could wear clothes himself, and he was wearing pretty well.

Zhao Yuanle washed his face and helped put on his shoes. He then called Xiaolan again.

But after half a day, Zhao Yuanlan still didn't wake up and didn't even respond.

Seeing that the water was about to be cold, Zhao Yuanle walked into the room and lifted Zhao Yuanlan's quilt.

"I'm still sleeping. Get up and eat steamed eggs, otherwise I'll give you all."

After Zhao Yuanle finished speaking, he held a corner of the quilt in his hand and found that Zhao Yuanlan was still motionless and his face was a little wrong.

She touched her hand and bounced away as soon as she put it on Zhao Yuanlan's forehead.
Chapter completed!