Seeing Zhao Yuanle's silent appearance, Chen Moying laughed out loud.

"Just kidding."

Zhao Yuanle also smiled: "I don't remember who wrote this poem anymore. I just saw it accidentally. I thought it was very good and wrote it down."

Chen Moying: "This poem is really good, and it is quite destined to be with my name. If someone asks me again in the future, I will tell them that it comes from this allusion."

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "That's OK."

Chen Moying was a little curious.

"Are you really raising pigs?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yes, I'm raising it quite well. I'm going to raise a few more this time."

Upon hearing this, Chen Moying wanted to speak but stopped.

He thought Zhao Yuanle was a very talented person. It was a pity to be a farmer's daughter who was trapped in the countryside to raise pigs.

Zhao Yuanle could see Chen Moying's eagerness to speak but stopped, and he could tell what he wanted to say after a moment of thinking.

So she took the book and ran away.

"Goodbye, I'll return it after reading the book."

Chen Moying stood at the door and kept seeing Zhao Yuanle's back missing, a little envious: "The little girl is so energetic and runs very fast."

The man at the counter asked in a low voice

"Is there anything else for the young master? If it's a book check, you may have to wait a while."

Chen Moying shook his head slowly.

"It's okay, come and have a look. If you see her borrowing books in the future, just lend it to her."

The man bent down and nodded without any objection.

The little doorman who was sorting out the things inside walked out and called the young master respectfully.

Chen Moying waved to him, and the little doorman walked over respectfully again.

Chen Moying: "Help me find the quatrain recording."

He had never heard of the poem Zhao Yuanle said, but it aroused his curiosity. Today he would look for it carefully and see when and who it was.

He thinks that man's surname should be Song?

He didn't know that Song was a dynasty in another world.

Zhao Yuanle walked on the street with a book in his arms.

Just now, she was used to memorizing poetry, and almost told the names of the Song Dynasty and the authors of the dynasty.

So, she felt that she would be less pretending in the future, and maybe she would be exposed at any time. It was really hard to maintain her personality. It was even more difficult to maintain her personality with such high IQ genius character that she never remembered.

She walked on the street, passed by a cloth shop, and suddenly thought of something.

After coming out of the cloth shop, Zhao Yuanle held another piece of blue dark pattern silk cloth in his hand.

This is a thank you gift she is going back to Widow Yu.

She knew that if she gave money, Widow Yu would definitely not accept it, and it would be easier to accept it if she gave it.

I am not afraid of putting cloth. If Widow Yu doesn't want to make clothes, she can just use cloth to exchange for money when she is short of money.

After Zhao Yuanle carried the cloth and the book back, Tang Siwen asked questions when he saw the book "The Travels of the Five Mountains".

"Lele, is this book not cheap? Is it borrowed again?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I borrowed it, but I don't have any money. The bookstore owner thinks I am a genius and lends it to me for free. I want to pay it back when I want to pay it back."

Zhao Dacheng next to him yelled.

"There is also this good thing, why haven't I encountered it before?"

Tang Siwen asked: "Really?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Really, it's impossible that I stole it."

Tang Siwen stopped asking questions, but took out oil paper from the inner room and carefully covered the book. At the same time, he reminded Zhao Yuanle: "I am kind, you must cherish this book very well. When I return it to others, you must be good, and be careful when reading it. Do you remember?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded and received honest advice.

After wrapping the book, Tang Siwen began to question the blue pattern silk cloth again.

"Who did you buy this cloth for?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I gave it to Aunt Yu. The essential oils I sold this time and the flowers I used were all from her."

Tang Siwen looked at Zhao Dacheng in confusion.

Zhao Dacheng replied: "It's the widow who lives in the back of the village, and it turns out that she is the opera troupe in the county."

Tang Siwen suddenly realized, and suddenly, her expression became a little complicated.

She was not discriminating against widows, but just minding the business that Yu had done before.

The actor... is a real no-no. He does not make a living by labour, but only makes money by smiling faces. He gives more money to everyone, and then turns around like a toy. He sings flattering words at the top of his voice.

But Tang Siwen thought that this flower was given by this person, and Zhao Yuanle didn't care, so he held back and said nothing.

After holding it for a while, Tang Siwen couldn't help it.

"Lele, this essential oil will be almost done after you make it once, so you'll still make it less in the future."

Zhao Yuanle: "Don't worry, there is nothing to do in the future, and there are no flowers."

The main reason is that the money is spent. If she spends money to buy flowers, the essential oil will not make any money and she doesn't want to do it anymore.

After a while, Zhao Yuanxi and Zhao Yuanlan also bought a bunch of things and came back.

Zhao Yuanlan smiled so much that her eyebrows were about to fly.

She was carrying a lot of candy and pastries in her hand. Anyway, she bought all the food sold in the county, as long as she likes to eat.

A silver dollar was spent like that.

Tang Siwen asked Zhao Yuanle: "How many do you have left?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I bought two bathtubs for one silver dollar, and one went to buy snacks. I also spent a lot of money on this piece of cloth, and I still had some change left for one silver dollar. I want to buy another piglet, and I can buy a few, and save the remaining one."

Tang Siwen: "You want to buy piglets again?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Well, buy a few more, and sell them after they are fattened. This is a safe and profitable thing. Selling essential oils is considered an unexpected fortune."

Zhao Yuanlan's eyes fell on the cloth and couldn't help but say, "How good is this fabric? It's just that this color is not suitable for our little girls to wear."

Zhao Yuanle heard this and said nothing.

Tang Siwen's focus is on the piglets.

She frowned and said in a sad tone: "Lele, it's fourteen years old. If you have time, just practice the girl's red, and cook, cook and housework. You can not learn how to farm, but you still have to know how to make kimchi, make red tofu, and make fermented black beans.

We don’t expect you to make money feeding pigs, just feed one.”

Zhao Yuanle wanted to say that she actually didn't expect to make money by feeding pigs. She just wanted to feed pigs and gain strength.

Zhao Dacheng, who was standing beside him, spoke.

"Actually, I know a new breed of pig, from the West, seems to be from Englan. It's called Yoke's Lower Ear Pig, it's white. I heard that it grows very quickly and has many cubs, but it doesn't grow fat or lean meat."

Zhao Yuanle's eyes lit up.

Ouch Ouch, her modern white pig, is that coming?

She hurriedly asked, "Where is it? How to sell it?"

Zhao Dacheng: "I heard from a doctor in the hospital that a relative got his crop from Dongzhu. It felt good to raise it. This time I gave birth to twelve baby boys in one child.
Chapter completed!