Chapter 35

Taking advantage of the sun not being too hot, Song Sancheng covered all the mushroom sticks on the mountain with thick rice straw, and only then did he put up the fence with satisfaction and go down the mountain.

Returning home, he first went to the back mountain to see the piglets.

He heard their oinking from far away, and looking now, it was about time they had just been fed; the three white and two black piglets were head-to-head, pushing their snouts into the trough, eating without even lifting their heads.

One of the black ones was eating very intently, lying across the front of the trough, taking up most of the space.

The remaining little white pig was slightly smaller and couldn't squeeze in, anxious and oinking and squealing on the side.

Song Sancheng hurriedly picked up a stick and, with a mix of knocking and scaring, finally straightened out their positions.

Looking into the trough again, besides some rice bran and sweet potato, there was a thick layer of green leaves, which the piglets were fighting over, eating very sweetly!

This is Chinese milk vetch! Why do the pigs like it so much?

Song Sancheng's face couldn't help but reveal the standard smile of an old farmer, laughing at this moment:

"Look at you little pigs, eating better than people!"

He went to check the rice straw in the pigsty again; the thick rice straw spread in the shed looked dry and warm.

The leaves in the forest hadn't fully unfolded, and large patches of sunlight shone in, warm and fluffy. There were already some traces in the manure pit next to it, making it a good environment for raising pigs.

Only then did he return to the front yard with satisfaction.

Wu Lan had just finished cooking, and Song Sancheng smelled a fragrance from far away, so he rubbed his stomach:

"What are we eating today?"

Qiao Qiao happily interrupted on the side:

"Eating pig food!"

"The pigs eat it, and we eat it too!"

Song Tan patted his fluffy head: "Silly baby." Then she said to Song Sancheng, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"Dad, don't listen to him, I went to pick some Chinese milk vetch at noon, and Mom is stir-frying meat with it, you taste it and see if it's good?"

"If it's good, we can make a lot of money again!"

This Chinese milk vetch might not have been eaten at home for many years, so Wu Lan pondered for a while, then took some minced garlic, sautéed it until fragrant with lard, and then added cured meat and the Chinese milk vetch cut into sections.

Now, with a burst of high heat, the green vegetable leaves and stems and the slightly red cured meat, the fragrance and the meat aroma intertwined, making one's index finger twitch just smelling it.

Qiao Qiao had already forgotten the pain of losing Mommy Pig, and was picking up vegetables with chopsticks at this moment:

"I eat one bite, Peppa eats one bite. I eat one bite, George eats one bite. Eat one more bite, Sister eats one bite..."

Seeing him acting silly, he used his chopsticks quite skillfully.

In a short while, he had piled his own bowl full, clearly having grasped the essence of the "Liu Xing Pie-Splitting Method."

Facing such a silly child, what else could the family say?

Song Sancheng tasted a bite, chewed twice and swallowed, feeling the full fragrance and the faint sweetness of the wild vegetables, paired with the slightly salty cured meat...

Amazing!

His eyes lit up: "Oh my, why does this feel even better than wild vegetables! I ate it every day when I was a kid, why didn't I feel it was good? I only knew it had a grassy taste."

Wu Lan also tasted a bite, and was very confident about the prospect of twenty yuan a jin: "Who could afford to use lard and pork to stir-fry vegetables for you when you were a kid? It was just blanched in water and considered cooked."

That's true too.

The two of them rounded off the reason why the vegetables were too delicious, and Song Tan didn't even need to find an excuse.

Afterwards, Song Sancheng remembered:

"Tan Tan, we planted such a large patch, do you think we should get two beehives? This Chinese milk vetch is excellent nectar; the honey the bees collect is sweet, so sweet."

"You can't even buy it now if you want to, no one around here plants this anymore."

Song Tan really hadn't thought of this!

There were too many things to do, she couldn't be so thoughtful for a while, so she nodded repeatedly:

"Yes! Dad, you know so many people, get a few more hives, the Chinese milk vetch in our fields grew too well, it will definitely look especially beautiful when it blooms."

Spiritual energy honey, just take a spoonful and soak it in water, that taste...

Can't think, can't think!

Song Tan was already impatient.

"By the way, Dad, Grandpa Li in the village said he would let his cow into the fields to eat this, and when it's time to plant rice, he'll help us plow the fields."

"I'll leave the two lowest fields for him to graze the cow, I'm going to sell the rest of the Chinese milk vetch. It wouldn't be good to let the cow go over and eat it."

After all, it's a cow, it might poop while eating, which isn't very good.

Song Sancheng laughed: "He only has that one cow, why would he need two fields? One field is enough."

"But this Chinese milk vetch is indeed good, I saw the pigs eating it quite well today, after a few days when they are used to it, I'll find time to drive them into the fields and let them walk around themselves."

But five pigs, it's not easy to control for a while...

Song Sancheng had already started thinking of ways.

Song Tan laughed: "What's difficult about that? They are only this small now, I'll go to the city in the afternoon to buy a few large dog harnesses, Dad, you can take them out for a stroll when you have time."

"Anyway, these pigs are mainly delicious because we feed them well, it doesn't matter if they lose a few pounds of fat from more exercise."

Qiao Qiao became excited: "I want to too! Qiao Qiao wants to take the pigs to play!"

That won't do.

Pigs are animals that are smart, and if you raise them for a long time, you'll have feelings for them; when it's time to kill them for meat, wouldn't Qiao Qiao cry to death?

Song Sancheng thought and thought, but still refused: "Forget it, forget it, can't walk them, I won't be able to bear it after walking them for a long time, just let them stay on the back mountain, the back mountain is enough for them to walk around. I'll just get more food for them usually."

Song Tan remembered her experience of raising pigs in her memory, sigh, it's true.

Then let's just eat meat, let's not cultivate feelings.

The adults quickly changed the subject, Qiao Qiao pouted and listened for a long time, then threw this matter to the back of his mind again.

However, there was one thing he remembered—

"I told Dabai, it helps me watch the pigs, I'll treat it to cookies."

Whoa!

Song Tan was also shocked—she had this idea, but hadn't said it yet?

"When did you discuss it with Dabai?"

Isn't that fierce white goose squatting at Grandpa's door every day?

Qiao Qiao snorted: "I already, already said it, it's just that there are no cookies now."

Song Tan didn't know if the white goose was reliable at watching pigs.

But if this guy's voice really starts, it's earth-shaking, and everyone in the village will have to wake up.

It would be really good to use it as an alarm.

The premise is that Qiao Qiao has to coax it not to shout blindly when there's nothing to do, otherwise the back mountain is right next to their own house, and they really won't be able to sleep later.

She thought for a moment: "Then you take the white goose to the lowest field in the afternoon, and treat it to a good meal too."

Giving it to the cow is eating, giving it to the pigs is eating, giving it to the chickens, ducks, and geese... it's no different.

The sister and brother arranged it themselves, and Song Sancheng's sense of urgency suddenly rose:

"Then I have to tidy up the goose pen first, and the ducks and chickens you want to raise, it's about time, I've fenced off the back mountain, the chicken coop needs to be tidied up again."