Song Tan's Notes

Chapter 35
Before the sun was too hot, Song Sancheng covered all the fungus sticks on the mountain with thick straw, and then he placed the seine net in 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 them humming far away, and now I look at it again, it is probably the little pigs that have just been fed, three white and two black pigs, head to head, arch the pig's mouth into the trough, eat it. Don't lift your head.

One of the black ones was very devoted to eating, and his whole body was placed in front of the trough, occupying most of the position.

The remaining little white pig was slightly smaller, so he couldn't squeeze in, so he hummed and barked beside him.

Song Sancheng hurriedly picked up a stick, knocking and frightening, and then set their positions right.

Looking at the food trough again, in addition to some rice bran and sweet potatoes, there are thick green leaves, which are scrambled by the pigs, and the food is extremely sweet!
This is Zi Yunying!Why do pigs like it so much?
Song Sancheng couldn't help showing a standard old peasant's smile, and said with a smile at this moment:
"Look at you little pigs, they eat better than people!"

I went to the pig sty to look at the straw. The thick straw was spread in the shed, and it looked dry and warm.

The leaves in the woods were not fully stretched, and large tracts of sunlight came in, warm and fluffy.There are already some traces in the pig manure tank next to it, which is a good environment for raising pigs.

He then walked back to the front yard with satisfaction.

Wulan had just finished cooking, when Song Sancheng was far away, he smelled an aroma, and he touched his stomach:
"What are you eating today?"

Jojo was beside him with a cheerful interface:

"Eat pig food!"

"Pig eat, we eat too!"

Song Tan patted his hairy head: "Silly treasure." Then he said to Song Sancheng, dumbfounded:

"Dad, don't listen to him. I went to pick a handful of violet leaves at noon. My mother used this to stir-fry meat. Can you try it and see if it tastes good?"

"You can make a lot of money if it's delicious!"

……

Maybe I hadn't eaten this Ziyunying in my family for many years. After thinking about it for a while, Ulan took some minced garlic and sautéed it with lard.

Now the hula la is on fire for a while, the green vegetable stalks and the reddish bacon are intertwined with the fragrance of the meat, and the smell makes the index finger open.

Qiaoqiao has forgotten the pain of losing mother pig, and now he is holding chopsticks to pick up vegetables:

"I'll take one, Peppa's one. I'll take one, George's one. One more bite, sister's..."

Seeing how stupid he was, he was skilled with chopsticks.

After a while, he filled his own bowl to the brim, as if he had won the essence of "Liu Xing's method of dividing the cake".

In the face of such a silly child, what can the family say?

Song Sancheng took a sip, chewed two mouthfuls and swallowed, feeling the fragrance in his mouth and the sweetness of the looming wild vegetables, accompanied by the slightly salty bacon...

Absolutely!

His eyes lit up: "Oh, why does this feel better than wild vegetables! When I was a child, I ate it every day, why didn't I think it was delicious? Just know the smell of grass."

Wu Lan also took a sip, and at this moment she was very confident about the prospect of 20 yuan a catty: "Who would be willing to use lard pork to cook for you when you were young? You just put it in water and boil it once and it will be cooked."

This is true.

The two of them figured out the reason why this dish was so delicious, and Song Tan didn't even have to find an excuse.

Then, Song Sancheng remembered:

"Tan Tan, let's plant such a big field. Do you want to get two beehives here? This purple vetch is a good source of honey, and the honey collected by the bees is sweet and sweet."

"I want to buy it now, but I can't buy it. No one grows this around."

Song Tan really didn't expect this!
There were too many things to do, she couldn't be so thoughtful at the moment, and she nodded her head in a hurry:
"Yes! Dad, you know a lot of people. Get a few more boxes. The purple vetch in our field grows so well, it will be very beautiful when it blooms."

Reiki honey, just take a spoonful of water and soak it in water, that taste...

Can't think can't think!

Song Tan couldn't wait.

"By the way, Dad, Grandpa Li in the village said that it's time to let his cattle into the fields to eat this, and when he comes back to plant rice, he helps us plough the fields."

"When the time comes, I'll leave the bottom two fields for him to graze cattle, and I'll sell the other Ziyunying. It's not good for cattle to go over and eat them."

After all, it is a cow, and it may be pulled when you eat it, which is not good.

Song Sancheng laughed: "He only needs two fields for that cow? One field is enough."

"But this Ziyunying is really good. I think the pigs are eating well today. After a few days of raising them, I will take time to drive them into the fields and let them walk around by themselves."

However, the five pigs will not be well controlled for a while...

Song Sancheng has already started to think of a way.

Song Tan laughed: "What's so difficult about that? They're only so small now. In the afternoon, I'll go to the city to buy a few harnesses for big dogs. Dad, you can take them out for a walk."

"Anyway, this pig is mainly eaten by our family. It doesn't matter if you exercise more and lose a few pounds of fat."

Jojo got excited: "I want too! Jojo wants to take pigs to play!"

That doesn't work.

Pigs are smart animals. They have feelings after being raised for a long time. When they kill them and eat meat, Jojo can't cry to death?
Song Sancheng thought about it again and again, but still refused: "Forget it, I can't go for a walk. 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 stroll. Usually, I can get more food. ."

Song Tan remembered the experience of raising pigs in his memory, alas, it was indeed.

Then you should eat meat, and your feelings will not be cultivated.

The adults quickly changed the subject, and Qiaoqiao pouted and listened to it for a long time, and then left it behind.

However, there was one more thing he remembered—

"I told Dabai that he looked at the pigs for me, and I invited him to eat biscuits."

Hey!
Song Tan was also shocked - she had this idea, but she hasn't said a word yet?
"When did you discuss it with Da Bai?"

Isn't that fierce big white goose squatting in front of grandpa's house every day?
Qiaoqiao snorted: "I said it a long time ago, but there are no biscuits now."

Song Tan doesn't know whether the big goose is reliable in seeing the pig.

But this guy's voice really wanted to scream, it was a loud noise, and the whole village had to wake up.

It would be nice to want to be a siren.

The premise is that Qiao Qiao has to coax him to be okay and not yell, otherwise, then Shan will be next to his own house, and he really can't sleep when he turns around.

She thought for a while: "Then take the goose to the bottom of the field in the afternoon and treat it to a good meal."

You can eat it for cows, you can eat it for pigs, you can eat it for chickens, ducks, geese...that's not bad.

The two brothers and sisters took care of 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 the pen in the back mountain, and the chicken shed has to be tidy up."

　Probably maybe... still today?
　　Let's see when I'm done.

　　What else to plant, let's think about it together!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)