Zhao Yuanle smiled and turned over to sleep.

Zhao Yuanlan's mind echoed with Zhao Yuanle's question, and he fell into deep logical doubts.

Zhao Yuanle woke up early the next morning.

Now she is a pig farmer, and she has to collect pig grass to feed the pigs.

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

Zhao Ercheng was lying on the bed, eating, drinking and having sex on the bed.

As for diarrhea, they are all solved by using a urinal.

Zhao Yuanle served Zhao Ercheng, which meant helping him wash his face, feed him food and water, and empty the urinal.

Fortunately, it's spring and it's not hot yet. Otherwise, Zhao Yuanle would feel a headache just thinking about this smell.

Yesterday's urinal arrived for Zhao Ercheng. Zhao Yuanle held his nose and cleaned it. After giving Zhao Yuanlan some instructions, he went up the mountain to cut the grass with a bamboo pole and a sickle on his back.

Regarding pigweed, Zhao Yuanle has the memory of the original owner and is very clear about it.

There was no food to feed the pigs at this time, only some chaff and pig grass for the pigs to eat.

Therefore, pigs generally don’t gain much weight at this time, so they have no choice but to eat too healthily.

Zhao Yuanle remembered that when he was a child, his grandmother's pigs would eat all the food. They would not eat the white part of the watermelon rind, but would only eat the red part that was left by humans. They would only eat the tip of the red sweet potato vine.

You can't be too 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 mountain valleys similar to Zhaojiaao, one after another, and some flat places have become county towns or markets.

People live here in Zhaojiaao, and everyone has their own territory. If you want to hunt pigweed, you have to go to other hillsides or fields where few or no one lives.

According to the memory of the original owner, Zhao Yuanle went to the hillside where pigweed was cut before, found a place with abundant pigweed, and started cutting the pigweed with a sickle.

She mowed it for a while and found that the shape of hogweed looked different from ordinary weeds. The rhizomes did not look like weeds with only fiber.

While hunting pigweed, Zhao Yuanle also saw some wild vegetables, so he took a sickle and dug them into the bamboo basket.

The time spent hustling away at pigweeds passed quite quickly, and Zhao Yuanle gradually became a little distracted, and accidentally cut his own hand with the sickle.

As she gritted her teeth, Zhao Yuanle did not feel the expected pain. When she lowered her head and looked down, nothing happened to her fingers, and her skin felt inexplicably tough.

Thinking of what the Pig God said, she couldn't help but look at her fingers carefully. There were only white scratches on them, no breaks.

After a while, she was happy.

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

Out of curiosity, Zhao Yuanle took the sickle and cut his finger again.

This time she deliberately used some force, and the sting hit her, causing Zhao Yuanle's face to wrinkle into orange peel.

Her finger was cut and there were blood stains.

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

She felt that she might have been affected by the power of the Pig God and had a pig brain, so she did such a thing.

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

Zhao Yuanle: "..."

It was really embarrassing to be caught in such an embarrassing time.

Young man: "You girl, are you stupid? Why are you cutting your own hands?"

Zhao Yuanle rolled his eyes silently and walked to the other side holding the sickle.

Young man: "Hey, I just want to say, don't be angry."

Zhao Yuanle didn't even look back.

Instead, the young man followed.

"Do you know where Zhaojia'ao is? I want to go there. Please show me the way."

Zhao Yuanle stopped and looked at the young man.

It's someone the original owner doesn't recognize.

"Are you from Zhaojia'ao?"

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

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

I haven’t come here very often, so I can’t recognize the way.”

Zhao Yuanle glanced at the young man's obvious new hoe and pointed over there.

"Go along this road and you'll see a dam with a stone mill and a big cherry tree."

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

Zhao Yuanle: "You want to be a matchmaker if I ask for directions? It's none of your business which family I belong to."

After saying that, Zhao Yuanle turned around and left.

She also wants to weed her dear little pig, who wants to waste time with this guy?

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

"Hey, you have quite a temper."

Then he walked along the path pointed by Zhao Yuanle.

At this time, the pigweed was relatively easy to fight, so Zhao Yuanle spent a lot of time until he couldn't pretend anymore before carrying the pigweed back.

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

They completed the task quickly today and came back first.

He Ju glanced at the pigweed that Zhao Yuanle had beaten, and shook it several times before it fell to the ground.

"If you beat it too much, the piglet won't be able to eat as much, and it will become stale if you put it in the back."

Zhao Yuanle: "Don't worry, you can finish eating."

She is the one blessed by the Pig God. This little pig has been blessed by the Pig God, so there should be no problem eating the 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, then sat on a short bench and started chopping pigweed.

Little pigs are not like big pigs. These pigweeds have to be chopped up and mixed with bran before little pigs can eat them.

Zhao Yuanle came over.

"Sanniang, let me chop the pigweed."

She just likes to chop something.

He Ju waved her hand: "Go and cook quickly. You are already so old and the rice is still cooked like this. You haven't practiced much yet. Go and cook."

Zhao Yuanlan held Zhao Yuantong's little hand beside him and couldn't help but agree.

"That's right, I only know how to cook hot dishes. That time I fried green beans and made me vomit."

Zhao Yuanle gave Zhao Yuanlan another violent shock.

"You just know what to say."

If she can't cook, that's the original owner. Now, let's see her show her skills to the Zhao family.

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

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

Then don't you just have to boil vegetables in water, or in a big pot?

Zhao Yuanle thought about showing off her skills. With this little information, what else could she show off.

After lighting the fire to cook, Zhao Yuanle finally poured some chicken soup into the water while it was cooking.

This chicken soup is exclusive to Zhao Ercheng, she can just make some secretly.

During the meal, Zhao Yuanlan took a bite of the food and her eyes lit up.

"This dish tastes a little different."

He Ju understood it as soon as he tasted it. Seeing that it was just adding soup to the dish, he didn't say much.

After taking two bites of rice, He Ju got up and went to the kimchi jar to fish out some sour radish and eat it.

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

He Ju: "It's done."

Zhao Yuanlan: "What about Douxiang?"

He Ju: "We've all finished eating. This bit of sour radish is gone after all. We have to wait for another time to soak it again."
Chapter completed!