On this day, He Ju couldn't help but be shocked when she looked at the round pig inside the pigpen.

"Oh my God, this pig grew too fast."

The pig that has been raised for less than a month seems to be raised for three months.

Zhao Yuanle was quite proud.

"That's right, don't look at who raised it."

These pigs eat so much, and their metabolism is obviously several times that of ordinary pigs, so they grow several times faster than those pigs.

He Ju and Zhao Yuanle stood together to look at the pigs, and she said seriously: "At this speed, this pig will be out of the crowd in May and June."

Zhao Yuanle: "It's still early to go through the Chinese New Year. When these pigs are out of the pen, we will buy them to raise them."

He Ju nodded.

"Can."

Before, she felt that it took time and had no pig food, so she didn't want to raise pigs. Now, depending on the progress, she can make a lot of money by raising pigs in a year, so she can raise some more.

Zhao Sancheng walked in and suggested weighing the pigs.

Zhao Sancheng: "Let me see if these pigs can grow many pounds in a month."

As he said that, he was about to enter the pigpen.

But he didn't expect that the pigs, who were originally very obedient, suddenly jumped around excitedly, and their movements were very flexible. He couldn't catch any of them and was even knocked down.

Zhao Yuanle smiled.

She has to do it.

Sure enough, as soon as she got out of the way, the piglets were all obediently there, from being caught to putting them in the basket and weighing them with a scale.

The weighing results came out soon.

The black pig is still heavier. It is really fat, and it is over fifty or almost sixty pounds.

The white pig is relatively fat and looks not much different in size. In fact, it is only a little over forty.

Zhao Yuanle touched the black pig's head and sighed: "No wonder they are all afraid of you."

How could a fat white pig be beaten with a solid black pig?

He Ju: "Wait for a month before weighing it, and see how much it grows."

Zhao Yuanle: "I conservatively estimate that I may be able to grow 100 kilograms in a month."

He Ju: "It's about seventy or eighty at most."

Zhao Yuanle insisted on his estimate.

"I asked, usually pigs grow more than thirty a month, and I am at least three times their food, so I can definitely grow one hundred pounds."

He Ju: "That's a pig, not a monster."

Zhao Yuanle: "Let's wait and see."

He Ju was too lazy to worry about this issue with Zhao Yuanle, so she asked Zhao Yuanle to put down the black pig and go out to talk about something.

Zhao Yuanle put down the black pig, but the black pig was reluctant to look at Zhao Yuanle leaving. He turned around and ran into several white pigs watching. After hitting, a pig bully ate pig grass in the pig trough.

Zhao Yuanle went out and asked He Ju: "What's wrong?"

He Ju: "Tomorrow your uncle and the others come back, and my brother and sister-in-law, don't put pigs on it. Then wear that pink dress and tie the headband.

Xiaolan likes to do those things, and you ask her to make you a variety of hair."

When Zhao Yuanle heard this, his eyes narrowed and intuition told her something was wrong.

He Ju dodged under Zhao Yuanle's eyes, and then told the truth.

"Oh, I have a relative in my mother's house. The pig slaughtered at home and dozens of acres of land are all considered a small landlord. His son is still very decent and filial, and he is still aware of the roots and bottoms."

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

Seeing Zhao Yuanle's disdainful look, He Ju said again: "That young man is really good. His mother is also polite, and the people in the house are easy to talk to. This time, my sister-in-law, who was looking for by the relative, comes first. You should dress better, be more sensible, remember to call someone, be sweeter, do you know?"

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but roll his eyes.

She couldn't help but complain.

"Didn't you just join the sister-in-law Mo every day before? You've changed?"

He Ju: "It's not that you don't mean that you are not interested. Look at two more first and choose the best ones. Don't worry, Sister Mo doesn't know this. If you like that, just push this one."

Zhao Yuanle made a tsk sound.

Unexpectedly, He Ju is such a realistic Sanniang.

Zhao Yuanlan was stalking by the wall and listened attentively. When she looked at Zhao Yuanle, she showed a meaningful smile.

Zhao Yuanle: “…”

She felt that if she didn't want to get married here or something, she had to do something shocking and completely ruin her reputation, so that she could dispel the thoughts of her family.

But considering the current situation at this time, she could not really do something particularly bad, so as not to affect her sister's marriage.

It's so difficult... She needs to think about it carefully.

Zhao Yuanle thought about it all night, but still didn't think it out until the next day.

So she put this idea aside.

On this day, He Ju got up early.

She started working hard since dawn and prepared all kinds of things she needed today in the kitchen.

Zhao Sancheng picked up his youngest son, carried yellow paper, incense, candles, tributes, wine and other things to go out.

On Qingming Festival, I’m going to burn paper to visit the grave.

Zhao Ercheng was lying on the bed, a little sad.

This year he can't go to see Zhao Yuanle's mother, so he asked Zhao Yuanle to burn paper together.

Considering that it has been raining all nights during the Qingming Festival and the roads everywhere are muddy, Zhao Yuanle changed into a pair of shoes and stepped on a pair of wooden clogs to set off.

When He Ju heard the movement, she called Zhao Yuanlan to go with her.

Zhao Yuanlan didn't want to go.

She was afraid of ghosts, graves, and she was afraid of stepping on the mud to dirty her good clothes and shoes.

Then only three people went out.

Zhao San became a way to prevent his youngest man from falling while walking, so he directly carried his youngest man on his back, and Zhao Yuanle carried something beside him.

Many of the cemeteries in the village are near their own homes, and they are not too far apart. They can basically get there after walking a few days.

The people who buried here together include the Zhao family’s grandparents and ancestors who went up.

Zhao Yuanle looked up and looked at the dense graves. He was not afraid in his heart, but felt emotion.

The original owner’s tomb here looks the latest, and the thatch on it is relatively sparse.

Zhao Sancheng put on the offerings, then inserted the lit incense candle, poured a few glasses of wine to the ground, called his father, and said to drink more.

Then, Zhao Sancheng lit the yellow paper and pulled his youngest to the original owner's grave to worship him.

He muttered something.

"Young son, I wish you grandparents, and your mother, so that they can bless you to take the exam, to bring honor to your ancestors, and to travel safely and smoothly for the rest of your life."

Seeing that Zhao Yuanle did not move, Zhao Sancheng urged: "You should bow too, let them bless you to marry a good family."

Zhao Yuanle thought it would be better to bow to the original owner. He bent down and bowed three times, but did not silently think of anything in his heart.

At this time, a gust of wind swept over, and the burning yellow paper rotated in circles.

When Zhao Sancheng saw it, he bowed a few more times.

After doing this, Zhao Sancheng carried his youngest son and asked Zhao Yuanle to go back together.

However, Zhao Yuanle found that there seemed to be a figure on the other side.
Chapter completed!