Zhao Yuanle smiled and turned over and fell asleep.

Zhao Yuanlan's mind was filled with the question of Zhao Yuanle, and she fell into deep logical questions.

Zhao Yuanle woke up early the next morning.

She is now a pig farmer, and she wants to go to pick pig grass and feed pigs.

After breakfast, He Ju and Zhao Sancheng had to plow the fields again.

Zhao Ercheng lay on the bed, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating.

As for laxa, they are all solved with urinals.

Zhao Yuanle served Zhao Ercheng, which was to help Zhao Ercheng wash his face and feed him water, and the rest poured urinals.

Fortunately, it's spring now and it's not hot yet, otherwise, Zhao Yuanle would feel a headache when he thinks of this smell.

After helping Zhao Ercheng get his urinal yesterday, Zhao Yuanle pinched his nose and cleaned the thing, and then told Zhao Yuanlan to carry his squid and go up the mountain to mow the grass with his sickle.

Regarding Pig Grass, Zhao Yuanle has the original owner’s memory, and it is still very clear.

At this time, there is no food to feed the pigs, only some rough bran and pig grass for the pigs to eat.

So at this time, pigs are generally not fat, and there is no way to eat too healthily.

Zhao Yuanle remembered that when he was a child, he picked all the pigs at his grandmother's house. He didn't even chew the part of the white flesh of the watermelon peel, but only chewed the red flesh left by the people. He only ate the red potato vines on the tip of the tip.

It's not good to be picky.

While thinking about this, Zhao Yuanle was walking on the way up the mountain.

The mountains here are all small hills, and there are also many valleys similar to Zhaojiaao, one by one, and some flat places become county towns or markets.

Zhaojiaao is home to people, each with its own territory. If you want to get pig grass, you have to go to the hillside where there are few or no one living, or in the fields.

According to the original owner's memory, Zhao Yuanle went to the hillside where he used to be able to beat pig grass and found a place where pig grass was abundant, and started cutting pig grass with a sickle.

After cutting for a while, she found that the shape of the pig grass looked different from ordinary weeds. The rhizomes looked more like wild grass than fibers.

On the way to kill pig grass, Zhao Yuanle saw some wild vegetables, so he dug it with a sickle and threw it into the back.

Time passed quite quickly when he hit Pig Grass, and Zhao Yuanle gradually became a little unfocused, but he accidentally cut his hand with a sickle.

With a grin, Zhao Yuanle did not feel the expected pain. When she looked down, she saw that her fingers had nothing to do and felt that her skin was inexplicably resilient.

Thinking of what the Pig God said, she couldn't help but look carefully at her fingers. There were only white scratches on it and there was no break.

After a meal, she was happy.

The Pig God is quite conscientious, she has arranged the pig skin for free now.

With curiosity in mind, Zhao Yuanle took a sickle to cut his fingers.

This time she deliberately used some strength and the stinging pain came, and Zhao Yuanle's face wrinkled into orange peel.

Her fingers were cut and bloodstained.

Zhao Yuanle: “………”

She felt that she might have been influenced by the power of the Pig God and became a pig's brain, so she did such a thing.

A sneer came from above his head, and Zhao Yuanle looked up. A young man carrying a hoe and wearing cloth shoes, with a slightly dark skin was smiling at her.

Zhao Yuanle: “………”

It's really embarrassing to be caught in such embarrassing times.

Boy: "Are you stupid? Why do you cut your own hands?"

Zhao Yuanle rolled his eyes silently and walked towards the other side with a sickle.

The boy: "Hey, I'll just say, don't be angry."

Zhao Yuanle didn't look back.

The boy followed.

"Do you know where Zhao Jiaao is? I'm going there, please show me a way."

Zhao Yuanle stopped and looked at the young man.

He was not known to the original owner.

"Are you from Zhao Jiaao?"

The boy shook his head: "I'm not, I'm from the ravine over there.

I have a sister who married me. Today I came over to give my sister a new hoe.

I have come here a little, so I can’t recognize the way.”

Zhao Yuanle glanced at the boy's obvious new hoe and pointed to the other side.

"After this road, I saw a dam, a stone mill and a big cherry tree."

The young man thanked him and asked again: "My surname is Mo, and I am the son of Mo Sanwa from Mojiagou. My name is Mo Qingshan. What is your name? Which family's girl is it?"

Zhao Yuanle: "If you ask me about the way, do you still want to be a matchmaker, right? Which family I am from has something to do with you?"

After saying that, Zhao Yuanle turned around and left.

She also wants to make pig grass for her dear piglet, who wants to waste time here with this kid?

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's attitude, Mo Qingshan scratched his head and was not angry, but just chuckled.

"Hey, I'm pretty tough."

Then he followed the path Zhao Yuanle pointed out.

At this time, the pig grass was easy to beat, and Zhao Yuanle spent a lot of time on his back until he couldn't hold it.

By the time she returned home, He Ju and Zhao Sancheng had already arrived home first.

Their mission was completed quickly today, so they came back first.

He Ju glanced at the pig grass that Zhao Yuanle beat, shook it several times before it fell to the ground.

"If you beat too much, you can't finish eating so much piglets, and it won't be fresh when put in the back."

Zhao Yuanle: "Don't worry, I'll finish eating."

She is the one blessed by the God of Pig. This little pig has received the blessing of the God of Pig, so there should be no problem with eating these pig grass.

After hearing Zhao Yuanle's words, He Ju couldn't help but shake her head, turned around and took out a kitchen knife and a wooden board, and sat on a low bench to start chopping pig grass.

Small pigs are not like big pigs. These pig grasses have to be chopped and mixed with bran before the pig can be eaten.

Zhao Yuanle leaned over.

"Sanniang, let me cut pig grass."

She just likes to cut something.

He Ju waved his hand: "You go and cook quickly. It's so big. The rice is still like this. Don't practice much, go and cook quickly."

Zhao Yuanlan held Zhao Yuantong's small hand next to him and couldn't help but agree.

"That's right, I can only cook hot dishes. That time I was frying green beans and spit them out."

Zhao Yuanle gave Zhao Yuanlan another shock.

"You know how to take the mouth."

If you can't cook, then the original owner is. Now, let's see her showing off her skills to the Zhao family.

However, after entering the kitchen and seeing the ingredients, Zhao Yuanle was discouraged.

He Ju put away all the salt, sauce, vegetables, radish, and oil.

Then Isn’t it just a pot of cooking?

Zhao Yuanle thought about showing off her skills. What else can she show off this material?

To make a fire and cook rice, Zhao Yuanle finally scoops some chicken soup in while cooking the dishes.

This chicken soup is exclusive to Zhao Ercheng, so she can just sneak a little.

During the meal, Zhao Yuanlan ate a bite of the dish and her eyes shone.

“This dish tastes a little different.”

He Ju understood as soon as she tasted it. She didn't say much because she just added soup to the dish.

After eating a few bites of rice, He Ju got up and went to the kimchi jar to pick up some sour radish and eat it.

Zhao Yuanlan took a few bites and said, "I want to eat red tofu."

He Ju: "It's finished."

Zhao Yuanlan: "Where is Douxiang?"

He Ju: "I've finished eating all of them, and I've lost all these sour radishes. I have to wait for it to be soaked again."
Chapter completed!