This time, the dried roses were only five or six kilograms, so the steaming time was much less, and in the end only two bowls came out.

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

You can buy pure dew directly, but essential oils may need to accumulate a few more times before they can be sold.

In other words, this time, there will be a silver dollar income at most.

After getting this result, Zhao Yuanle couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Only one silver dollar...

She must have time to develop other side jobs.

And on this day, she was finished.

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

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

Zhao Yuanlan next to him is still sleeping.

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

He Ju: "You wash your face and wake up Xiaolan. Today we will go picking Qingming cuisine."

Zhao Yuanle is in spirit.

"Do you want to eat Qingming dumpling?"

He Ju nodded: "It's just right now. The Qingming dish will bloom in a few days, and it will be less delicious when it comes out."

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

"I want to put pigs and cut pig grass, so I can't go."

He Ju looked like a person who had experienced it: "I'll tell you not to feed you, but you still have to feed five more heads. Now I see that you are trapped, so don't think about going out to play this year."

Zhao Yuanle: "I will exercise them to go out to eat grass by themselves in the future, and eat until dark until dark."

He Ju sneered.

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

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

Zhao Sancheng carried the hoe again and wanted to go out.

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

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

Zhao Yuanle: "Then I only have to put pigs."

Zhao Ercheng on the bed: "Where is the youngest son?"

The youngest nodded too.

"Where is me?"

He looked at the people.

He Ju: "Then Xiaolan stayed in the house to watch her youngest son."

Zhao Yuanlan: "I want to pick Qingming cuisine."

Zhao Yuanle: "Then I'll come and see you. My youngest son is also good."

He glared at Zhao Yuanlan with anger and said, "Then Lele will take your youngest son well. Remember to put pigs in the village."

After hearing this, the youngest man ran over happily and hugged Zhao Yuanle's thigh.

"good!"

Zhao Yuanle touched her youngest head, and now she is going to put six.

Zhao Ercheng, who was deeply lonely, sighed.

"I'm the only one again."

He now reflected on himself, why didn't he escape the corner of the cow at that time?

Zhao Yuanle carried the carriage on his back, held his little hand, and followed by a row of piglets behind him.

The young man has short calves and was hit by a little black pig who had no time to brake several times.

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanle directly picked up Yao'er. Yao'er was lying on Zhao Yuanle's shoulder and looked at a row of piglets.

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

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

The youngest man grabbed his ear and asked, "Sister, what is discrimination?"

Zhao Yuanle: "I look down on you, and I always think that person is just bad, although he is not like that."

My youngest heard this and said oh.

Zhao Yuanle felt that most of the youngest son didn't understand.

However, she felt that the piglets today were much more harmonious than yesterday, at least the little black pig allowed the little white pig to follow it.

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

The pig grass here is still fat at present, and it may make her pigs eat them for less than a month before they become sparse later.

Today, Widow Yu is at home.

When Zhao Yuanle arrived with her youngest son in her arms, she was drying clothes.

Widow Yu thought it was Zhao Yuanle who came, but when she saw Zhao Yuanle was still holding a young man, she suddenly became nervous.

She brought out the bamboo chair and took a small stool.

Zhao Yuanle greeted Widow Yu, put down his back and sat on a bamboo chair, and then placed his youngest on a small stool.

"Aunt Yu, it turns out that your house has a wooden stool."

Widow Yu smiled.

"It's rare. I just wiped it with a clean veil and just sat down for your brother."

The youngest son blinked his eyes 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 had never seen her youngest son, but she knew that this was Zhao Yuanle's younger brother.

Seeing that Xiaoer staring at her, Widow Yu smiled a little embarrassedly, just like when Zhao Yuanle took the initiative to talk to her.

Zhao Yuanle: "Young son, call me aunt."

The youngest man called out to my aunt obediently.

Widow Yu quickly agreed, then stood up, stood there in a daze, and then hurried into the room, and soon came out with a rattle.

"Give it, take it and play."

My youngest looked at Zhao Yuanle, and then took the rattle after receiving the gesture from Zhao Yuanle, and said thank you aunt.

When Zhao Yuanle saw this rattle, the drum face was painted with colorful paintings, the edges were painted red, and the wood handle was still carved with flowers.

The young man picked up the rattle and turned it around. The drum sounded instantly attracted the attention of the piglets, but soon the piglets buried their heads and ate them again.

Widow Yu couldn't help asking: "Why do you have to look at the baby when you cut pig grass?"

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

Widow Yu: "I'll help you cut it, I'm just fine."

Zhao Yuanle nodded and then cut pig grass with Widow Yu.

As he was cutting, Zhao Yuanle suddenly remembered yesterday and asked, "Are you not at home yesterday?"

Widow Yu: "Oh, I've gone into the bamboo forest behind."

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

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

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh, does bamboo fungus make money?"

Widow Yu: "Making money is expensive. It's sold for one or one or two after drying it. Put some in when cooking soup, it's delicious."

The youngest man held the rattle and shook it occasionally. What he wanted to play the most was the straight slingshots of his two sisters.

Seeing that Xiao'er was a little bored, Zhao Yuanle said, "Yi'er, look, there are some Qingming dishes here, so I'll pick them up for my sister."

The youngest walked to Zhao Yuanle, began to stretch out his little hand, stick out his butt and pinch the Qingming dish.

Widow Yu looked at her youngest man with gentle eyes.

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

Zhao Yuanle: "Because we often tease him, the little kid is like this, and he will be smart if he often teases him."
Chapter completed!