Chapter 392 392 Discussion Lock

Not long after Zhao Yuanle went out of his house, he saw He Ju who brought her youngest son back.

He Ju still had a smile on her face. It seemed that she had learned a lot of gossip from many companies this time.

The youngest man called out sister.

He Ju: "Where are you going?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Wu Lin's parents are here, you guys go back first, I'll call Xiaolan back."

He Ju snorted.

"As such a big man, she knows that it's wild outside, and she doesn't know that she's going to be tanned again on this hot day."

She pulled up her youngest son.

"Let's go back and greet the guests. My little one puts desserts in his mouth. Remember to call someone."

The young man nodded obediently.

Zhao Yuanle went straight to Xiu'er's house.

Sure enough, as soon as she arrived at Xiu'er's house, she saw Zhao Yuanlan and Xiu'er talking beside the haystack.

Zhao Yuanle listened carefully and actually heard Xiu'er's choking sound.

Before she could speak, the two of them saw her there.

Xiu'er said a few words to Zhao Yuanlan, then turned around and went back, and Zhao Yuanlan also trotted towards her.

"Second sister, let's go back."

Zhao Yuanle looked at Xiu'er's figure in confusion and asked curiously: "Did Xiu'er cry?"

Zhao Yuanlan was surprised.

"You can see all this?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I guess, why did she cry?"

Zhao Yuanlan turned her eyes and looked at her left and right. After confirming that there was no one, she came to Zhao Yuanle's ear and whispered: "She is sick."

Zhao Yuanle was a little surprised.

"What?"

Zhao Yuanlan sighed.

Although she promised Xiu'er not to say it, she was also worried about Xiu'er, so she would still say it.

"She may be sick. She said she had been feeling uncomfortable on her chest and had a bag, afraid she had a tumor."

As he said that, Zhao Yuanlan looked at the horizon with concern and sadness.

"What should I do..."

She played the best with Xiu'er. What if Xiu'er really had a big deal or a little bit of a bad thing?

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

She thought, if she was not wrong, Xiu'er might have been puberty?

Terminal illness, tumors, etc., it seems unlikely...

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but sigh, and then patted Zhao Yuanlan on the shoulder.

"Take the time and bring Xiu'er over. I'll find a place where no one can tell you something."

Although Zhao Yuanlan was puzzled, she nodded.

When the two returned home, they saw He Ju and Wu Lin’s mother chatting enthusiastically, and it seemed that they were talking about gossip.

Zhao Yuanle pulled Zhao Yuanlan into the kitchen and asked Zhao Yuanlan to set fire to her, and she was going to cook.

This meal was not easy to cook. The weather was not cool, and it became even hotter by the stove. Zhao Yuanlan was so baked that she was sweating profusely, so she could only stay away from the cooking.

Zhao Yuanle comforted her while cutting vegetables.

"At most seven days, we will have biogas to use, so you won't need to burn the fire."

Zhao Yuanlan wiped the sweat from her forehead and frowned and muttered: "You'd better not lie to me."

It is hard to cook firewood, but the cooked rice is fragrant and the fried dishes are delicious.

Zhao Yuanle is not short of seasonings when cooking now, and there are also ingredients and oils, so you can do your best.

After the meal was cooked, the old man Wu and his wife were both stingy with praise for Zhao Yuanle.

"It's really good."

"Yes, this dish smells delicious."

Although He Ju was happy, she still curled her smile and felt humble.

"Average, so much oil, no matter how hard the stir-frying dishes are, it will be delicious. My niece has to learn a lot."

Old Man Wu: "Enough, I think she is capable, strong, hardworking, and diligent, so good."

It's much better than his unlucky son.

Wu Lin was still lying on the side to rest in a corpse style, and it would not get even if the food smelled.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Yuanle thought about it and left him with a conscience.

After a meal, the old man took a short rest in the afternoon and then went to measure the size of the wooden window in the toilet.

He directly wrote down the size verbally and had a clear idea in his mind.

After confirming what to do, he found Zhao Sancheng: "I will prepare this for you in three days, and you will come and get it."

Zhao Sancheng: "How much money?"

Old man Wu waved his hand.

"What money do you want? My son doesn't eat or drink here. Are you all the ones you raise?"

Zhao Sancheng: "He has done a lot of things, enough for him to eat and drink."

"This is the best." Old Man Wu laughed and insisted on not charging money.

His reason is also very simple.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do now. This wood is not very expensive. I just think it's itchy."

What else Zhao Sancheng wanted to say, but Old Man Wu left and refused to listen.

On the other hand, Zhao Yuanle and Zhao Ercheng discussed the contracting of the depression.

Zhao Ercheng: "That piece is indeed worthless, but it still has something to be planted now. Those things can basically be collected at the end of this month. So, we can discuss it now, the kind of pigpen you mentioned and the biogas tank

, can start at the end of the month.”

Zhao Yuanle thought for a while, then thought about the size of the pigpen now, and finally nodded.

"Then we will discuss this during this period. Then we will repair the pigpen at that time, find more people and repair it quickly. We can raise the pig next month."

Zhao Ercheng patted his chest.

"Don't worry, with your father here, are you still afraid that there will be no one to do things? But, when discussing the contracting of these land, you still have to find Wang Baochang and the elderly and elders in the village. It's better for your uncle to come back to talk to him.

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When Zhao Yuanle heard Wang Baochang, he smiled awkwardly.

"Dad, let me tell you that I went to the county a few days ago and offended Wang Baochang again."

Zhao Ercheng was surprised: "What did you offend him?"

Zhao Yuanle: "Actually, it's not my offense to him, it's his own and Wang Xianzhi's affairs. Hey, Dad, do you think this matter must be better than his side?"

Zhao Ercheng thought about it and slapped his thigh.

"In fact, we can go directly to the county without passing by him and find people under the county magistrate, just like selling those two paddy fields before."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanle's smile became even more awkward.

"Dad, we don't seem to deal with the county magistrate, but we are mainly with the county magistrate's daughter... Well, it's a bit unpleasant."

Zhao Ercheng was silent.

He frowned and looked at his daughter, asking from the bottom of his heart: "How many people have you offended?"

Zhao Yuanle coughed.

"It's just these two, and this Chief Wang Baozhang didn't think he was offended. He was originally out of the way with our family because of the marriage, and he was also the county magistrate's daughter."

Zhao Ercheng frowned helplessly and reached out to touch his head.

"You said you... this is the county magistrate..."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's okay. Now there are great nobles, and the county magistrate dare not do anything. Besides, we have lived with other subordinates, so there is no need to worry too much."

Zhao Ercheng: "Maybe..."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then, dad, you can go and inquire first. It's almost done. Let's talk to my uncle again."
Chapter completed!