Only Zhao Yuanle knew that the pronunciation of Yaoer was similar to that of Mandarin.

The youngest man looked at Zhao Yuanle in a daze with black eyes.

"Follow you."

Zhao Yuanle: "Ah?"

The young man nodded: "Yes."

Zhao Yuanle was confused and frowned.

Younger: "You recited the pig that day."

Zhao Yuanle only then remembered.

But she really didn't expect that she just tried to memorize the book and read it in a low voice. Unexpectedly, my son remembered it and learned it.

Zhao Yuanle thinks that children’s imitation ability is really strong.

Zhao Sancheng touched his youngest man's head: "It's okay, our youngest man is still young, so I'll change it if I don't think it right."

But the youngest one refuted Zhao Sancheng.

"My sister reads it better."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but nod.

Yes, there is a level of appreciation.

Zhao Sancheng smiled: "That's it."

He then began to teach Xiaoer to read the names of herbal medicines again.

Zhao Yuanle didn't think much about it and continued to read the books in his hand.

Zhao Ercheng, who was in the room, looked at the scene outside the room and his eyes slowly narrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Gradually, the rain outside became lighter.

Zhao Sancheng put down his youngest man, put on his outfit, and went out barefoot with his stuff.

The youngest man sat on the bench and flipped the pages of the book and recalled the names of the herbs and continued to chant them.

Zhao Ercheng was in the room and listened to what Yaoer read very attentively. This was to verify a guess in his mind.

In the room, He Ju had already prepared the dough needed for Qingming dumplings.

This time she decided to make two kinds of stuffing, half of which didn’t cover the filling, only the dumplings, the other one, the one with wild onions, pickles, bacon and meat filling.

She washed the bacon yesterday, cooked it just now, chopped it up, mixed it with pickles and wild onions and stirred it in a large bowl.

Zhao Yuanlan helped her and started kneading the dumplings, while He Ju wrapped the stuffing next to her.

When the youngest saw something over there, his attention was attracted, he put down the book and swung his calf and crossed the threshold.

Zhao Yuanle took a look and thought it was very interesting to do this, so he put the book over.

The three of them worked together, and the young man was divided into a piece of dough and tossed and played with it himself.

Zhao Yuanlan looked at the filling of bacon, pickles, wild onions, and couldn't help but grab some with her hands to eat.

He Ju glared at her angrily.

"Good woman!"

Zhao Yuanlan laughed and said, "The wild onions are so fragrant, and this bacon is OK."

He Ju was a little proud.

"Is the bacon I made bad for your mother?"

Zhao Yuanlan nodded: "Yes, there are those who are thin and lumps, which don't look good. You can just give it to someone else, and you give it to the one who had a holiday with our family before."

He Ju: "…"

She was speechless.

If I can't remember the rest of my daughter, I just remember these clearly.

Zhao Yuanle's gossip heart is here.

“There is a festival?”

Zhao Yuanlan: "It's Wang Hai's family."

Zhao Yuanle: "Ah?"

Zhao Yuanlan: "Don't you remember? Wang Hai's mother is a cousin of our grandfather, but she was not a kiss. She hugged her to hold her back.

Then she always felt that she was at a disadvantage and often went against our relatives."

He Ju couldn't help but speak as she heard this.

"She, she's just like this all her life. I see that she makes things difficult for others and is so sarcastic. Now that she's old, she doesn't see much enjoyment? Humph, it's better for us."

Zhao Yuanlan snorted.

"Didn't you say that she used to bully you because she was an old man and an elder? Then every time she was on the Chinese New Year and the holidays, you still had to bring her something."

He Ju was not happy, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"She is an elder!"

Zhao Yuanlan: "It's not my biological son."

He Ju: "It's not my biological child, but also an elder. She is older. We juniors should do what we should do. If we don't do it, those people will drown. Why bother? These old people are almost gone. Our family is not bad for this. For this sake, I'd better give her something and just give it away."

Zhao Yuanle listened to these things and did not express any opinions.

But she thought of Yi Miaomiao, who told her that day that day that her grandmother.

Yi Miaomiao's grandmother was also in the village and was still related to Old Man Wang, but she didn't have much contact afterwards.

According to what He Ju said, in contact with her habits at this time, she felt that such relatives in a village had no contact with each other, and there must be some major conflicts.

After a moment of curiosity, Zhao Yuanle asked.

Zhao Yuanlan didn't know about this, the time span of this was a bit large, which exceeded the range where she could gossip.

He Ju knows this.

She started talking to several children.

"Old Man Wang and his sister have always had such a good relationship.

But I heard that something happened to Mr. Wang’s son, who had something to do with his sister’s family, had to do with him, and then the two of them stopped interacting with each other.”

Zhao Yuanle: "Oh? It really does matter?"

He Ju nodded.

"I guess it's because his sister wanted to come before, and Old Man Wang refused to interact with her."

Zhao Yuanlan interrupted: "It's probably his sister's fault."

Whoever is wrong will bow his head.

He Ju sighed.

"Who knows that his sister rarely goes out in the past two years. I heard that she is in poor health."

After hearing this, Zhao Yuanle felt that the problems of these two companies must be quite big.

When Zhao Yuanlan talks about the old man Wang’s family, she can’t help but talk about Wang Gouer.

"Oh, Wang Gou'er is really annoying. He always comes to provoke us girls."

Hearing this, Zhao Yuanle smiled.

Generally speaking, the girls that boys deliberately provoke when they are young are interested in.

Of course, many times girls simply feel annoyed.

Just like when she was a child, she directly blocked the boys who messed with her in school and beat her up in the men's bathroom.

Since then, no boy has provoked her.

那时候的她还对此很得意自豪,直到后来长大了,她才知道,那个她揍的男生就是纯喜欢她,为此这个男生回家哭了很久,后来还想着偷偷摸摸给她写情书,没送出来就被举报,让老师给逮着了,回家又挨了爸妈混合双打,之后几乎所有男生都绕着她走了.

Thinking about the extremely bleak peach blossoms of his adolescence, Zhao Yuanle sighed. He knew that he would not have blocked the men's bathroom and beat people.

Several people talked about other things, and their hands kept moving, and they unknowingly prepared all the Qingming dumplings.

He Ju put the dumplings one by one in the steamer and served the steamer into the pot.

After these dumplings are steamed, you can eat them. Have a few of them today. You can put the rest there and wait for the Qingming Festival to eat them, and then take some to the county for my uncle's family.

On the Qingming Festival, Zhao Dacheng and his family will definitely come back.

After Zhao Yuanle learned the news, he touched the money on himself.

When buying a sow, she could only ask her uncle.
Chapter completed!