Qingming dumplings are delicious, but they are even better if they dip them in white sugar.

The rain outside seems to echo this season, and it keeps going.

Zhao Yuanle sat at the door and looked into the distance, and saw the mountains surrounded by rain and mist.

If she has nothing to do, then she will read the book, and the youngest one will follow her and read it.

Zhao Ercheng, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly spoke.

"Lele, you teach your son to read and read."

Zhao Yuanle looked down at Yaoer: "Do you want to learn to recognize words?"

The youngest closed the herbal books and nodded.

After Zhao Yuanle thought about it, he began to search for the simple words "One, Two, Three, Four, and People" in this book, for his son to recognize.

The youngest recognizes it very quickly and reads it together by learning her pronunciation.

Zhao Yuanlan was struggling with her hair and her hair, occasionally looking at the two of them.

Zhao Yuanle originally thought that he was just teaching children simply, but after teaching Yaoer for a while, he found that Yaoer seemed to have a very good memory.

Anyway, she pointed to a person who taught him, and could remember and read it accurately.

"So smart."

Zhao Yuanle sighed.

Then, she tried to teach Xiaoer one or two more difficult ones.

But she didn't expect that the youngest guy remembered the difficult ones this time.

Zhao Yuanle's expression became serious.

She thought about it and pointed out the words she taught these two times in a mess, and then asked him to read them out.

My son is not too slow, and he reads each of them correctly.

Now, Zhao Yuanle was really shocked.

Her first reaction was to look at Zhao Ercheng, but she saw that Zhao Ercheng looked like this indeed.

Zhao Yuanlan next to him didn't realize what was going on.

She couldn't help but ask Zhao Yuanle: "Why don't you teach me?"

Zhao Yuanle took a deep breath, stared at Yaoer carefully and then looked at him again and again.

To be honest, she has always felt that the so-called inheritance characteristics mentioned by the Zhao family are fake.

What you can never forget is what you can see, what you can have great strength.

She just thought it happened by chance. Even if there was, it would be better than ordinary people and would have a stronger strength, so it would not be outrageous.

But now, the youngest son in front of her has a really good memory.

The pretentious character she set for herself was unexpectedly confirmed in her youngest.

The youngest son was watched by Zhao Yuanle and couldn't help biting his mouth.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yuanle hugged Xiaoer, stared at him, lowered his voice, and was very solemn: "Brother, you seem to be a genius."

The young man looked confused: "Hmm?"

Zhao Yuanlan, who heard this next to him, frowned: "What?"

He Ju, who had just gotten chaff and fed the pigs, looked at the appearance of these people and was a little confused.

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Yuanle hugged his youngest son and arrived at Zhao Ercheng's side.

"Dad, I think my brother may be the same as my uncle."

Zhao Ercheng looked like I knew it.

He Ju came up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Yuanle told He Ju everything that happened just now.

After hearing this, He Ju was a little stunned.

She asked back: "Lele, aren't you a genius?"

Zhao Yuanle's expression was not changed: "This genius is not only one, but it may be so. If you don't believe it, please ask, oh no, I will point these words to him and let him read it to you, and I can also teach you the exam now."

He Ju calmed down for a while, then looked at Xiaoer with joy and excitement.

She thought it was great. There was a male man in her family who was so powerful. She would definitely be able to study in the future. Maybe she could become a high-ranking official and glorify her ancestors!

Zhao Yuanlan touched her braided hair next to her and muttered in a low voice.

"Am I just stupid?"

When Zhao Sancheng came back from finishing his work, he realized this, and the whole family was immersed in joy.

He continued to eat hot pot in the evening, and He Ju steamed eggs for Yaoer alone.

She touched the youngest's head lovingly.

"Our children are so amazing."

Zhao Sancheng looked at Zhao Ercheng: "Second brother, when my elder brother comes back on Qingming Festival, we will tell my elder brother."

Zhao Ercheng smiled.

"Actually, there is no need to be too anxious. Anyway, I will wait until next year to send him to Kaiwen. Now let him play more."

Zhao Sancheng nodded: "Well, don't worry, but let's tell the elder brother and the others first to make them happy."

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but say, "Why did you not react when I said I was a genius?"

Zhao Yuanlan answered for several people: "Because you are going to get married, you will be from someone else's family."

Zhao Sancheng smiled: "Who is talking about this reason? We are not happy, and we are also happy."

Zhao Ercheng also said: "Yes, everyone is happy. It's my daughter who gets married, so I'm happy."

Zhao Yuanle did not continue to worry about this topic. If possible, she actually wanted to withdraw the character she had set for herself.

It’s nothing else. It’s too laborious and too much pressure to maintain this character in the future.

The joy continued like this, and the rain outside continued to fall.

After washing up, the whole family soon went to bed. Zhao Yuanle got into the quilt, listened to the sound of rain falling on the tiles and knocking down the leaves, and listened to the ticks of falling on the stones under the eaves.

She suddenly missed homesickly.

The home here is fine, and she is getting more and more adaptable now, but it is not her own home.

Slowly, Zhao Yuanle's consciousness was empty and he saw the pig eagle.

There is a thin layer of golden liquid inside the pig carving, which only accounts for a small part of the pig carving, which is also the gold content of the golden pig carving she got after she returned.

Thinking about the value of a large pile of 24k pure gold, and the life of a rich woman who can be found after returning, Zhao Yuanle clenched his fists.

Come on, pig farmer!

The next day, the rain had stopped.

Zhao Yuanle went to put pigs early every day just like injecting chicken blood, and he carried pig grass back and forth.

The five piglets eat all the food except shit and urine, and they eat constantly, and even eat non-stop at night, because Zhao Yuanle filled the pig trough before going to bed, and poured it again when he got up at night. These pigs would go to eat a few bites for midnight snacks when they woke up halfway.

This kind of daily life lasted for several days until the day before the Qingming Festival.

Halfway through, not only Zhao Yuanlan felt that Zhao Yuanle was crazy about raising pigs, but He Ju also advised Zhao Yuanle many times.

She thought that feeding pigs according to Zhao Yuanle's way would cause the pigs to be fed.

However, in fact, these pigs are not bad.

They are like eating machines, Zhao Yuanle feeds as much as he wants, and his ability to digest and absorbs quickly, grows quickly, and he can get more shit.

Zhao Sancheng picked pig manure and watered more vegetables every day, and the vegetables at home even grew faster and better.

The white pigs here are as said by the man who sells piglets, they grow much faster than local pigs.

I still remember that when the white pig first came, it was much smaller than the black pig, and the size gap was still very obvious.

As a result, after eating the sea of ​​savages these days, the difference in size of the five pigs was not much except for the difference in skin color.

Of course, the black pig is still the boss of the white pig, and they will be fierce every day, especially in front of Zhao Yuanle.
Chapter completed!