Chapter 9: Raising pigs?

Back home, Wu Lan asked about this money in detail. Every time Song Tan reported an item, the veins on Wu Lan's forehead jumped.

Jumping made Song Tan feel panicked: She didn't want to be a mama's girl either, but she really had no choice!

At this time, "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" needed to be used: "Mom, I want to raise a few pigs, do you think it's okay?"

Now pork prices rise and fall, but no matter what the price is, farm pigs are not worried about selling. Theoretically, it's appropriate to raise them.

"How many?"

Wu Lan snorted coldly, feeling that her daughter was really not touching the world: "Pork is expensive now, and piglets are also expensive, several hundred yuan each. When they come back, you have to set up a stove to cook pig food for them, and it's too cold now, so you have to buy bran, rice bran, corn kernels..."

Not to mention anything else, the pigs will grunt when they are hungry, and several pigs will grunt, and you have to build a pigsty... and you still think there isn't enough work in the fields!

Song Tan's appearance is clearly wanting to fly before walking. In Wu Lan's eyes, it's very unreliable.

"Besides, even if you have a fortune, you can't count the ones with fur. If they get sick..."

But Song Tan is greedy!

She can cultivate now. Not to mention anything else, improving the quality of food is always okay. How fragrant must the pork be!

She said: "Mom, raising pigs at home is safe and delicious. The ones bought outside don't taste as fragrant as when we were young. And pork is so expensive, raising them yourself can also sell some..."

"When the time comes to kill the pig, stew a pot of slaughtered pig dishes, fry a pot of oil dregs, and then stew cabbage and make buns, how fragrant!"

That's right, fresh pork, how fragrant!

As a qualified farmer who had raised pigs for many years but stopped in recent years, Song Sancheng was also clearly quite greedy. At this moment, he completely forgot his refusal and chimed in:

"Yes, yes, why don't we raise one..."

Song Qiao, who was watching Pink Peppa on his phone, suddenly looked up: "Mom, you are my pig mom!"

"Sister, can I live with Peppa?"

Wu Lan hurriedly took a deep breath—oh my, this silly son, it's worrying!

Thinking that the silly son will need a lot of money for pension in the future, and pork is indeed expensive these years, she gritted her teeth:

"Raise!"

"The village doesn't allow pig-raising at the front door, but we can just build the pigsty secretly behind our house. Our place is tucked away off the fork in the road anyway, so it won't affect the aesthetics. The pigsty will be small, though—two pigs at most."

How can that be?!

The rural pigsty is a small courtyard surrounded by four squares, with a shed in the corner, and then a pool to hold feces, and only then is the small world for pigs to move around...

Their house is a bungalow, and the bedroom window faces the back mountain. If there is a pigsty, that smell... it's absolute!

Song Tan hurriedly opened her mouth: "Use an iron wire mesh or something, enclose a part of the back hillside, and let them run around in the mountains."

Domestic pigs don't have much destructive power, just enclose them a little, and the hillside is enough for them to toss around.

"And the back mountain is close, we can hear if there is any movement."

At this, even Song Sancheng looked at Song Tan with incredible eyes: Who raises pigs like this?

That white-skinned pig running all over the hillside, not to mention whether it will fall or break, what about snakes, insects, rats, and ants, and the pig running all over the mountain, how can it gain fat?!

"Don't want white pigs, black pigs! Although they are more active and don't gain much meat, they are more expensive and delicious!"

Just wanted to oppose again, but saw Song Tan grab Wu Lan's hand:

"Mom, let me try! I really have a plan!"

And looked at Song Sancheng: "Dad, I've been obedient since I was a child. Just this once, listen to me, okay?"

Silence spread in the room.

After a long while, Song Qiao suddenly said in a low voice: "Listen to me, okay?"

Song Tan almost laughed out loud!

Wu Lan also laughed in anger: "Fine, I raised two debtors! Listen to you, listen to you!"

Turning around, she said angrily: "I'll go call and ask what the price is this year! Old Song, go and tidy up the back mountain!"

She left, and Song Sancheng added: "Tan Tan, raising pigs on the mountain, you have to raise two big dogs to watch, otherwise you can't keep them."

It's not just guarding against weasels or wild dogs, it's mainly guarding against people.

Don't think that the village is peaceful. In the early years, people even stole cabbage that everyone had in their fields!

Then there was a thing in the neighboring village a few years ago. Because of a pumpkin, there was a conflict, and then someone poisoned the neighbor's pigs!

Raising dogs is mainly to have a wind and grass movement, and they can hear it at home, which is steady!

Song Tan was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked again: "Dad, since we have dogs and are raising pigs on the mountain, why don't we raise some chickens and ducks?"

Ducks are in a separate area, let them go to the pond in front to play every day, and it doesn't take much effort... maybe.

Song Tan thought, it's not easy to persuade her parents, if she doesn't do it in one go, it will be troublesome to do it bit by bit later!

Song Sancheng:!!!

The eight characters haven't even had a stroke yet, how come there are pigs and dogs?

Song Sancheng remembered his daughter's energy in spending money today, and even felt that the 10-yuan Emperor cigarette in his hand was expensive. He held back for a long time, and then sighed:

"You are also grown up, do whatever you want. As long as we can still move, we can support you even if you lose money."

"But there is one point, your own money, plus the 60,000 yuan we can take out, you are not allowed to borrow money! Not even a cent!"

After speaking, he sighed again: "Otherwise, I'm afraid that if you lose money, your dad won't even be able to afford cigarettes."

Song Tan sighed: "Then I'm also quite difficult, Dad, why don't you quit smoking? Save one or two hundred a month, and you can save 2,000 yuan for me in a year!"

She had long wanted Song Sancheng to quit smoking, but this kind of thing, she had tried for many years and hadn't succeeded—not to mention anything else, her grandpa smoked for a lifetime, and when he was diagnosed with lung problems, did he quit?

No!

People want cigarettes, not their lives!

Her dad is the same.

Song Sancheng feels sorry for his daughter, but... but this cigarette...

He said in a low voice: "I only have half a pack a day, sometimes when I'm tired from work, I smoke one to relax..."

Since he said this, Song Tan had no way.

But quitting smoking is definitely a must!

Song Tan thought left and right: "Then Dad, save a little more, smoke one pack every three days, so it's 100 yuan a month, that's appropriate!"

Everything else is fine, but this one is not.

Song Sancheng glared: "What's appropriate? Do I still need you to support me? Look at your grandpa, he still smokes dry tobacco to save money now! Why don't you say that is more harmful?"

Song Tan thought that you two are half a catty and eight taels. Whether it's dry tobacco or rolled tobacco, can it be a good thing?

She kept this in her heart, and then went to look for the snacks she bought in town:

"I'll go see my grandpa and grandma."

"Qiao Qiao, come with me!"

Song Sancheng nodded: "Go, they don't have much spirit now... they are old."

Then he exhorted:

"If your grandpa and grandma take snacks for Qiao Qiao, you watch, you can take them, but you can't eat them!"

Qiao Qiao heard "snacks" and looked up: "I want to eat..."

"No!" Song Sancheng refused flatly: "Your grandma hides things tightly, there are new ones every year, and old ones are eaten every year—the ones given last time were expired for more than half a year, can't eat them!" ===== CHAPTER 10 =====