Chapter 120 120 Qingming Festival falls

The dried roses this time were only five or six pounds, so the steaming time was much shorter, and only two bowls came out in the end.

Zhao Yuanle estimated that these two bowls should be able to produce a bottle of hydrosol and no more than four drops of essential oil.

Hydrosols can be sold directly, but essential oils may need to be accumulated several times before they can be sold.

In other words, this time it can be considered as a profit of one silver dollar at most.

After receiving this result, Zhao Yuanle inevitably felt a little disappointed.

Only one silver dollar...

She must find time to develop other side businesses.

On this day, she was finally done.

After washing and lying on the bed, Zhao Yuanle fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

At dawn in the morning, she was woken up by the sunshine.

Zhao Yuanlan next to him is still sleeping.

Zhao Yuanle got up and put on his clothes and shoes. He went into the kitchen and found that He Ju had already made breakfast again and heated hot water on the stove.

He Ju: "Wake Xiaolan up after you wash your face. Today we are going to make Qingming vegetables."

Zhao Yuanle became energetic.

"Want to find out what dumplings to eat?"

He Ju nodded: "Now is the right time. In a few days, the Qingming vegetables will bloom and it won't taste good."

Zhao Yuanle had just finished being happy when he suddenly remembered that he had to herd pigs again and couldn't help but sigh.

"I have to herd pigs and cut pig grass, so I can't go."

He Ju sounded like someone who had come before: "I told you not to feed them, but you still wanted to feed five animals. Now I think you are trapped. You won't even think about going out to play this year."

Zhao Yuanle: "I will train them to go out and eat grass on their own from dawn to dusk."

He Ju sneered.

She felt that if this was the case, these pigs should not be called pigs, but monkeys.

After the family had breakfast, He Ju carried a basket and asked Zhao Yuanlan to go out with her.

Zhao Sancheng picked up the hoe again and was about to go out.

Zhao Yuanle: "Why is my third uncle working every day?"

Zhao Sancheng smiled: "That's right. I have to look at the fields and soil, and pull grass every few days. But I'm not too busy today, so I can let the cows go together."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then I will just let the pigs go."

Zhao Ercheng on the bed: "Where is Yao'er?"

Yao'er also nodded.

"What about me?"

He looked over his head and looked at several people.

He Ju: "Then Xiaolan stays in the house to look after Yao'er."

Zhao Yuanlan: "I want to make Qingming dishes."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then let me come and see. Anyway, my son is good."

He Ju glared at Zhao Yuanlan angrily, "Then Lele, please take care of Yao'er. Remember to herd pigs here in the village."

After hearing this, Yao'er happily ran over and hugged Zhao Yuanle's thigh.

"good!"

Zhao Yuanle touched Yao'er's head, now she wants to put six more.

Zhao Ercheng, who felt deeply lonely, sighed.

"I'm alone again."

He now reflects on himself, why didn't he avoid the bull's horn at that time?

Zhao Yuanle was carrying a bamboo basket on his back, holding Yao'er's little hand, followed by a row of piglets.

Yao'er has short legs and was hit several times by little black pigs who had no time to brake.

Zhao Yuanle saw this and immediately picked up Yao'er. Yao'er now lay directly on Zhao Yuanle's shoulder and looked at a row of piglets.

He looked at it for a while and then asked in a milky voice: "Sister, why are white pigs afraid of black pigs?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Because black pig is a local pig, it discriminates against foreign pigs."

Yao'er scratched his ears and asked, "Sister, what is discrimination?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I look down on him. I always think that person is bad, even though he is not like that."

Yao'er heard this and said "Oh."

Zhao Yuanle felt that Yao'er probably didn't understand.

However, she felt that today's little piglet was much more harmonious than yesterday. At least the little black pig allowed the little white pig to follow behind it.

As usual, Zhao Yuanle brought the piglet to Widow Yu.

The hogweed here is still plump and plump at the moment, but it may last for less than a month for pigs like her to eat it, and then it will become sparse.

Widow Yu is at home today.

When Zhao Yuanle arrived with Yao'er in her arms, she was hanging clothes to dry.

Widow Yu thought it was Zhao Yuanle who was coming. When she looked closely, she saw that Zhao Yuanle was still holding a baby on his body, and she suddenly became nervous.

She brought out bamboo chairs and a small bench.

Zhao Yuanle greeted Widow Yu, put down his bamboo basket and sat on the bamboo chair, and then placed Yao'er on the small bench.

"Aunt Yu, it turns out you have a wooden stool at home."

Widow Yu smiled.

"It's rarely used. I just wiped it with a clean handkerchief, and it's just right for your brother to sit on."

Yaoer blinked and looked at the widow.

This woman is too strange to him.

It can be said that I have never seen it before.

Widow Yu has never met Yao'er, but she knows that he is Zhao Yuanle's younger brother.

Seeing Yao'er staring at her, Widow Yu smiled awkwardly, just like when Zhao Yuanle took the initiative to talk to her.

Zhao Yuanle: "Yaoer, my name is Auntie."

Yao'er obediently called her aunt.

Widow Yu quickly agreed, then stood up and froze on the spot for a moment, then hurried into the house and came out after a while holding a rattle.

"Here, take it and play with it."

Yao'er looked at Zhao Yuanle, and after receiving the signal from Zhao Yuanle's eyes, he took the rattle and said thank you, aunt.

Zhao Yuanle saw this rattle. The drum surface was painted with color, the edge was also painted red, and the wooden handle was carved with flowers.

Yao'er picked up the rattle and turned it. The sound of the drum attracted the attention of the little piglets for a moment, but soon they immersed themselves in eating again.

Widow Yu couldn't help but ask: "Why are you cutting pigweed and still looking after the baby?"

Zhao Yuanle: "My brother is obedient. Anyway, those pigs don't need to worry about me. He is playing around while I cut the pig grass, so it won't affect him."

Widow Yu: "Let me cut it for you. I just have nothing to do."

Zhao Yuanle nodded and cut the pigweed with Widow Yu.

While cutting, Zhao Yuanle suddenly remembered yesterday and asked, "Were you not at home yesterday?"

Widow Yu: "Oh, I went to the bamboo forest behind."

Zhao Yuanle: "Are you looking for bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest?"

Widow Yu shook her head: "This bamboo is moso bamboo, and there are no bamboo shoots. I have seen bamboo fungus before, picked it, dried it and sold it for some money."

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh, is bamboo fungus profitable?"

Widow Yu: "It's profitable, but it's expensive. It's dried and sold in 1 tael or tael. I put some in it when making soup. It's delicious."

Yaoer held a rattle beside him and shook it occasionally. What he actually wanted to play most was the straight slingshots of his two sisters.

Zhao Yuanle saw that Yao'er was a little bored and said, "Yao'er, look, there are some Qingming dishes here, bring them to my sister."

Yao'er walked to Zhao Yuanle and started to stretch out his little hands, stick out his butt and pick up some Qingming vegetables.

Widow Yu looked at Yao'er with gentle eyes.

"He is so smart, speaks quickly and is organized."

Zhao Yuanle: "Maybe it's because we tease him a lot. That's just how little kids are. If we tease him a lot, they'll be smart."
Chapter completed!