Chapter 35 35. Ziwuying feeds the piglets
While the sun was not too hot, Song Sancheng covered all the fungus sticks on the mountain with thick straw, and then put down the fence with satisfaction. , went down the mountain.
When I got home, I first went to the back mountain to see the little piglet.
I heard their snorts from far away. When I looked at them again, I saw that they had just been fed. They were three white and two black piglets, with their heads next to each other and their mouths inserted into the In the trough, everyone ate without raising their head.
One of them, a black one, was very engrossed in eating. He stretched his whole 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, knocked 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. The food is extremely sweet!
This is milkvetch! Why do pigs like it so much?
Song Sancheng's face couldn't help but reveal 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 are not fully stretched, and large tracts of sunlight shine in, making it warm and velvety. 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.
Ulan had just finished cooking, and Song Sancheng smelled the aroma from far away. He touched his belly:
"What are you eating today?"
Qiao Qiao said cheerfully from the side:
"Eat pig food!"
"If the pig eats it, we will eat it too!"< br>
Song Tan patted his furry head: "Silly treasure." Then he said to Song Sancheng dumbfoundedly:
"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. La!”
……
This Ziyun family may not have eaten it for many years. Wulan thought about it for a while, then took some minced garlic, stir-fried it with lard, and then Then add the bacon and the vetch cut into sections.
Now the Hu La La 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 her mother pig, and is picking up vegetables with chopsticks:
"I will take one bite, and Peppa will take one bite. I will take one bite, and George will take one bite. Then take another bite, and sister will take one bite..."< br>
Looking at him being silly, 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. He felt that the mouthful was full of fragrance and the looming sweetness of wild vegetables, paired with the slightly salty bacon...
Absolutely amazing!
His eyes were bright: "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 tastes like grass."
< br>Ulan 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 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:
"Tantan, let's plant such a large area, let's see if we can 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. No one grows it around.”
Song Tan really didn’t expect it. This one!
There were too many busy things, and she couldn't be so thoughtful at the moment. She nodded hurriedly:
"Yes! Dad, you know so many people, please get a few more boxes, Ziyun in our fields." The flower is growing so well, it will bloom very beautifully when the time comes. "Reiki honey, just take a spoonful and soak it in water, the taste...
I can’t think of 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 cows go into the fields to eat this, and then go back to plant rice, and he will help us plow the fields."
"When the time comes, I will leave the bottom two fields to him. I want to sell the other milkvetch. It’s not good for the cattle to go over and eat it.”
After all, it’s a cow.
Song Sancheng laughed: "He only has that one cow, how can he need two fields? One field is enough."
"But this milkvetch is really good, I It seems that the pigs are eating well today. After they are cooked in a few days, we will take the time to drive them to the fields and let them move around on their own.”
But five pigs will not be easy to control for a while...
Song Sancheng has already started to think of a way.
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. "
"The main thing is that this pig is delicious for our family. It doesn't matter if we exercise more and lose a few pounds."
Qiao Qiao became excited: "I want it too! Take the pigs to play!”
That won't work.
Pigs are smart animals and have feelings after being raised for a long time. When the time comes to kill them for meat, Qiao Qiao will not cry to death, right?
Song Sancheng thought about it again and again, but still refused: "Forget it, forget it, we 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. Usually I Just get more food.”
Song Tan thought of the experience of raising pigs in his memory, alas, it was true.
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 another thing he remembers -
"I told Dabai that he would help me look after the pigs and I would treat him to cookies."
Ouch!
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 vicious big white goose squatting in front of grandpa's house every day?
Qiao Qiao snorted: "I told you a long time ago, but there are no biscuits now."
Song Tan didn't know whether a goose could trust 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."
It is also good for cows to eat, and for pigs It’s okay to eat, and it’s okay to give it to chickens, ducks and geese.
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 have penned the pen in the back hill, and the chicken shed needs to be tidied up."
Probably. Maybe... is there still today?
Let’s see when I finish writing.
If there is anything else to plant, let’s think about it together!
(End of this chapter)