Chapter 54

Tian Yuan life on the internet is poetic and romantic.

Tian Yuan life in reality is like a spinning top.

71-year-old Song Youde only got up after five o'clock.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and he had already skillfully put on his old-fashioned military green shoes, carrying a large basket in his hand, and went straight to the distant fields.

The Chinese milk vetch in the early morning grew particularly lush and tender, and the lush green was also stained with crystal clear dewdrops. There was thin mist in the low-lying fields, and even in the early morning when the light was not very bright, it was still a romantic scene.

However, the old farmer Song Youde had been used to this appearance all his life, and at this moment he had no intention of appreciating it, but bent down and picked large handfuls of Chinese milk vetch quickly, accurately, and ruthlessly.

Handfuls of Chinese milk vetch were put into the basket, and when the basket was about to be full, it was heavily pressed down by those aged hands.

Until the whole basket was heavy, he straightened his waist with satisfaction, carrying the basket and walking slowly toward home.

At this moment, the time was just past six o'clock.

The home was already filled with cooking smoke.

Wang Lifen was old, and now her back was slightly hunched, but it didn't affect her agility.

At this moment, she had already sat in front of the two large stoves and lit the fire, and half a pot of pig feed was boiling in the stove.

Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn, and rice bran were rolling together inside, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.

This pig feed was used to feed the five little pigs on the mountain.

Originally, this work didn't fall to the old couple, but the son and daughter-in-law were also busy all day long. They thought they were old and slept less, so they couldn't sleep early, and cooking pig feed didn't take much effort.

So they took over this job.

Song Youde walked over, picked up a large shovel and stirred it inside. Seeing that it was almost cooked, he mixed the large handful of Chinese milk vetch directly into the pot. With just a scald, the fragrant smell rushed into his nose.

The piglets were still small, and the weather was cold in the morning, so Song Youde didn't dare to let them eat plants with dew.

Wang Lifen retreated the fire in the stove and couldn't help but sniff:

"Our Tantan should come home to farm. Look at God, how much face he gives!"

"As soon as she comes back, everything that grows in the field is delicious."

"During the New Year, I still felt that my mouth was tasteless, and everything I ate felt a bit unenergetic. At this moment, I don't know if it's because I've done more work or the things are too delicious, but my appetite is very good every day, and I'm hungry when the time comes!"

The old lady sighed and smiled: "It's really a poor life, I can't enjoy the blessing when there is no work to do."

Song Youde also nodded: "I also feel so. I used to cough when the weather was cold, but it's obviously more comfortable during this period."

Wang Lifen's smiling face closed:

"You throw away that tobacco pouch in your waist, and I guarantee your lungs will be more comfortable."

Song Youde:...

What is a person living a lifetime for? Right?

There are some hobbies he can't lose.

The little old man held such a stubborn and irresponsible idea, pretending not to hear this.

He scooped the cooked pig feed into a bucket next to him with a gourd ladle. While waiting for the pig feed to cool down, he took out the remaining Chinese milk vetch from the basket and squatted in front of the vegetable board in the courtyard, "scraping, scraping, scraping" and started cutting.

When these Chinese milk vetch were cut into small pieces and mixed with corn fragments and a little millet, Song Sancheng also came over.

He carried a shoulder pole, with a large pig feed bucket on each side, and then put the cut wild vegetables on it.

On one hand, he instructed:

"Dad, take some time in the morning to go to the back mountain and see if the chicken and duck shed is missing anything?"

"Tantan bought more than a hundred little ducks yesterday, and they should be released to the mountain after circling at home for a few days."

Wang Lifen also remembered: "Are there ducks? That's just right, my little chickens have also hatched, and they look quite strong after raising them for a few days, and there are seventy or eighty. Let your dad bring them to you later."

Song Sancheng was not polite at all. At this moment, he picked up the shoulder pole and had to instruct the old lady: "Mom, you take some time to cook breakfast at home. Tantan and the three of them went into the fields early in the morning, so breakfast is estimated to be too late."

A hundred jin!

Wang Lifen gasped: "This life now is different from before. There are more rich people, and they are willing to eat."

But thinking about the taste of this Chinese milk vetch—just look at those pigs squealing on the mountain every day, snatching food as if they hadn't eaten for eight hundred years, and you know how delicious it is!

However, the old lady was not willing to surround the stove at home, and at this moment she was quite arrogant:

"Then let's just eat something casually in the morning. I'll boil some dumplings, and then use the extra Chinese milk vetch to stick a vegetable pancake, and then I have to eat quickly, I have to go up the mountain to pick tea!"

This tea leaf grows too thick, completely different from the past!

The four people invited yesterday each picked more than five jin.

Just the old lady was old, her eyes were blurry and her hands were slow, and she only picked less than four jin, and felt secretly angry when she came back.

It's a hundred yuan a day!

The old lady seriously took this as a career.

Song Sancheng was also helpless:

"Mom, look at you, you don't need to be so tired for your own work. Tantan said early on that she would pay you wages, but you didn't want them..."

Song Youde hummed: "Just doing some farm work, what wages do I want? Is it that I can't eat what you plant?"

The older he gets, the more childish he becomes. Sometimes if a sentence is wrong, the old couple will get angry.

Song Sancheng simply stopped talking. At this moment, the shoulder pole was picked up, and he swayed toward the back mountain.

Oh my, why don't you say that you haven't eaten in vain during this period!

Because he was old, he used to feel that his waist was strenuous when carrying the pole. Now it's good, he has wind under his feet every day, just like a young man!

The road to the back mountain had been slightly leveled during this period, and now it was steady when stepped on.

The few piglets seemed to hear the sound from afar, and the sound in the pigsty became more and more high-pitched, heartbreaking, and those who didn't know thought they were suffering some kind of torture.

Song Sancheng remembered that when raising pigs to meal time before, although the pigs also squealed, the squealing was completely different from now.

This was also the reason why they had to cool the temperature at home before sending it to the mountain every time they finished cooking pig feed.

It was really because this group of pigs ate as if they didn't want their lives, completely ignoring the cold and heat.

Pouring the thick pig feed into the feeding trough, watching the five piglets snatching and squealing to eat. Song Sancheng's face couldn't help but show a fascinated smile.

He stared for a while, and then went to the chicken and duck pens that had already been built next to him to wander around. He didn't find anything else that needed to be done. Let the old man come to see later.

Just wait for the chickens and ducks to grow a little bigger, and they can be driven to the mountain at any time.

But before that, it was not enough to just surround the mountain with enclosure nets, and he had to find two more dogs to watch.

Relying only on Dabai and the three little local puppies that just entered the door...

Oh my, it's not enough for a plate of vegetables for others!

Just pondering, I heard someone shouting down the mountain: "Sancheng! Are you home?"