Before the sun was too hot, Song Sancheng covered all the mushroom sticks on the mountain with thick straw. Then he put down the fence with satisfaction and went down the mountain.
When I got home, I first went to the back mountain to see the little piglet.
I could hear their snorts from far away. When I looked at them again, I saw that they were three white and two black piglets that had just been fed. They put their heads together and put their mouths into the trough to eat. Not even looking up.
One of them, a black one, was very engrossed in eating. He stretched his entire body in front of the trough, occupying most of the space.
The remaining little white pig was a little smaller and couldn't squeeze in. It was so anxious that it snorted and barked next to it.
Song Sancheng quickly picked up a stick, struck and frightened them, and then corrected their positions.
Looking at the trough again, in addition to some rice bran sweet potatoes, there is also a thick layer of green leaves, which are being fought over by the piglets. They eat them extremely sweetly!
This is purple vetch! Why do pigs like it so much?
Song Shancheng's face couldn't help but show the smile of a standard old farmer, and he smiled at this moment:
"Look at you little pigs, you eat better than people!"
I went to the pig pen to look at the straw again. The thick straw was spread in the shed, which looked dry and warm.
The leaves in the forest were not fully stretched, and large tracts of sunlight came in, making them warm and velvety. There are already some traces in the pig manure tank next to it, which is a good environment for raising pigs.
Then he walked back to the front yard with satisfaction.
Wu Lan had just finished cooking, and Song Sancheng smelled the aroma from far away. He touched his belly:
"What are you eating today?"
Qiaoqiao chatted happily from the side:
"Eat pig food!"
"If the piggy eats, we will eat too!"
Song Tan patted his furry head: "Silly treasure." Then he said to Song Sancheng dumbfounded:
"Dad, don't listen to him. I went to pick a handful of milkvetch at noon. My mother is using it to stir-fry meat. Do you want to try it and see if it tastes good?"
"If it tastes good, you can make a lot of money!"
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This milkvetch may not have been eaten in the family for many years. Wu Lan thought about it for a while, then took some minced garlic and sauteed it with lard, then put the bacon and the milkvetch cut into sections.
Nowadays, the fire is burning, the green leaves and stems of vegetables and the reddish bacon, the fragrance and the aroma of meat are intertwined, and the smell makes people's fingers open.
Qiaoqiao has forgotten the pain of losing Mummy Pig, and is picking up vegetables with chopsticks:
"I will take one bite, and Peppa Pig will take one bite. I will take one bite, and George will take one bite. Then I will take one bite, and my sister will take one bite..."
He looks silly, but he is quite skilled at using chopsticks.
In a short time, his own bowl was piled full, as if he had mastered the essence of "Liu Xing's pie-sharing method".
Faced with such a silly child, what can a family say?
Song Sancheng took a bite, chewed twice and swallowed, feeling the fragrance and sweetness of the wild vegetables in his mouth, paired with the slightly salty bacon...
Absolutely amazing!
His eyes lit up: "Oh, why does this taste better than wild vegetables? I ate it every day when I was a kid, so why didn't I think it was delicious? I just know it smells like grass."
Wulan also took a bite, and now he was very confident about the prospect of paying 20 yuan a pound: "Who would be willing to use lard and pork to cook for you when you were a child? You just boil it in water once and it's done."
This is true.
The two of them explained why the dish was so delicious, and Song Tan didn't even have to make excuses.
Then, Song Sancheng remembered:
"Tan Tan, since we are planting such a large area, do you think we should get two beehives here? This milkvetch is a good source of honey. The honey collected by the bees is very sweet."
“You can’t buy it now if you want to, because no one grows it around.”
Song Tan really didn't expect this!
She was busy with too many things, and she couldn't be so thoughtful at the moment. She nodded in a hurry:
"Yes! Dad, you know so many people, please get a few more boxes. The milkvetch in our field is growing very well, and it will bloom very beautifully when the time comes."
Aura honey, just take a spoonful and soak it in water, the taste...
Can't think about it!
Song Tan couldn't wait any longer.
"By the way, Dad, Grandpa Li in the village said that when the time comes, he will let his cattle go into the fields to eat this, and then go back to plant rice. He will help us plow the fields."
"When the time comes, I will leave the bottom two fields for him to graze the cows, and I will sell the other milkvetch. I won't let the cows eat it."
After all, it is a cow, and it might get diarrhea while eating, which is not good.
Song Sancheng laughed: "He only has one cow, so why does he need two fields? One field is enough."
"But this milkvetch is really good. I think the pigs are eating well today. After they are cooked in a few days, I will take the time to drive them to the fields and let them move around on their own."
But five pigs are not easy to control for a while...
Song Sancheng has already begun to think of a solution.
Song Tan laughed: "What's so difficult about that? They are only so small now. In the afternoon I will go to the city to buy some special harnesses for big dogs. Dad, you can take them out for a walk if you have nothing to do."
"Anyway, this pig is mainly for our family to eat deliciously. It doesn't matter if it exercises more and loses a few pounds of fat."
Qiaoqiao became excited: "I want it too! Qiaoqiao wants to take the pigs to play!"
That's not okay.
Animals like pigs are smart and have feelings after being raised for a long time. When the time comes to kill them for meat, won't Qiao Qiao cry to death?
Song Sancheng thought about it again and again, but still refused: "Forget it, I can't walk, and I can't bear to walk for a long time. Let them stay in the back mountain. The back mountain is enough for them to walk around. I just need to get more food." .”
Song Tan thought of the experience of raising pigs in his memory. Alas, it was indeed the case.
Then just eat meat, and you won’t be able to cultivate your feelings.
The adults quickly changed the topic. Qiao Qiao pouted and listened for a long time before forgetting about it.
However, there is one more thing he remembers——
"I told Dabai that he would look after the pigs for me and I would treat him to cookies."
Oops!
Song Tan was also shocked - she had this idea, but she didn't say anything yet?
"When did you discuss this with Dabai?"
Isn’t that big, vicious white goose squatting in front of grandpa’s house every day?
Qiao Qiao snorted: "I have told you so long ago, but now there are no cookies."
Song Tan didn't know whether it was reliable for a goose to watch a pig.
But if this guy really screams, the scream will be so loud that the whole village will wake up.
It would be nice to make a siren.
The premise is that Qiao Qiao has to coax him to stop yelling when he is fine, otherwise the mountain will be next to his house, and he will really not be able to sleep.
She thought for a while: "Then you take the goose to the bottom field in the afternoon and treat it to a good meal."
Goose is omnivorous. Now that the fish and shrimps haven't risen yet, let's let it eat some vegetarian sweetness first.
The two siblings made their own arrangements, and Song Sancheng suddenly felt a sense of urgency:
"Then I have to tidy up the goose pen first, as well as the ducks and chickens you want to raise. It's almost time now. I've finished penning the chicken shed in the back mountain, and the chicken shed needs to be tidied up."
