Chapter 54 54. A plate of food
Pastoral life on the Internet, poetic and romantic.
In the real pastoral life, the top is spinning.
71-year-old Song Youde got up at just after five o'clock.
It was just dawn, and he was already familiar with the old-fashioned military green shoes, carrying a large basket in his hand, and went directly to the fields in the distance.
The milkvetch in the early morning is particularly vigorous and watery, and the lush green is also stained with crystal dewdrops. The low-lying fields are filled with mist, and even in the early morning when the light is not very bright, it is still a romantic scene.
However, the old farmer Song Youde was used to seeing this in his life. At this moment, he had no intention of admiring it at all. Instead, he bent down and quickly and accurately picked handfuls of milkvetch.
One handful of milkvetch was put into the basket, and when the basket was about to be filled, it was pressed down hard by the old hands.
Until the whole basket was heavy, he straightened up with satisfaction and walked slowly home with the basket in his arms.
It is only six o'clock now.
The house is filled with smoke.
Wang Lifen is getting older, and now her back is slightly hunched, but this does not affect her quick movements.
At this moment, she had already sat in front of two large stoves and lit a fire. Most of the pot of pig food was boiling in the stoves.
Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn and rice bran are all rolling inside, filling the air with a sweet aroma.
These pig foods are used to feed the five little pigs on the mountain.
Originally, the old couple couldn't do these tasks, but their son and daughter-in-law were too busy every day. They thought that they were old, had little sleep, and couldn't sleep early, so it didn't take much effort to cook pig food.
This takes over the job.
Song Youde came over, picked up a big shovel and stirred it for a while. He saw that it was almost cooked, and then he mixed the large amount of milkvetch directly into the pot. After just boiling it, it was fragrant. The smell hits your nostrils.
The piglets are still small, and it is cold in the morning, so Song Youde dare not let them eat dewy plants.
Wang Lifen turned off the fire in the stove and couldn't help but twitch her nose:
"We, Tantan, should go home and farm. Look at God, how generous she is!"
"As soon as she comes back, whatever grows in this land will be delicious."
"New Year's Eve. At that time, I still felt that my mouth was tasteless, and I couldn’t feel motivated to eat anything. Now I don’t know whether it’s because I have to work too much, or because the food is too delicious. I have a good appetite every day, but I feel hungry when the time comes. !”
The old lady sighed and said with a smile: “It’s such a poor life. You can’t enjoy happiness if you have no work.”
Song Youde also nodded: “I thought so too. I always like to cough when I get cold, and I feel better this time.”
Wang Lifen's smiling face dropped:
"Throw away the cigarette pouch in your waist, I guarantee that your lungs will be more comfortable."
Song Youde:...
People What is the purpose of living a lifetime? Right?
There are some hobbies that he cannot lose.
With such a stubborn and irresponsible idea, the little old man pretended not to hear this.
He scooped the cooked pig food into the gourd gourd and poured it into a bucket nearby. While the pig food was cooling, he took out the remaining milkvetch in the basket and squatted in the yard. In front of the cutting board, I started cutting.
After the milkvetch was chopped into small pieces and mixed with crushed corn and a little bit of millet, Song Sancheng also came over.
He carried a pair of burdens, placed a large pig food bucket on each side, and then put the chopped wild vegetables on them.
At the same time, he also asked:
"Dad, you took some time this morning to go to the back mountain and see if there are any shortcomings in the chicken and duck shed?" "Tantan bought hundreds of ducklings yesterday. They will be kept at home for a few days and then they should be released into the mountain."
Wang Lifen also remembered: "Are there ducks? That's just in time. My chicks have also hatched. After raising them for a few days, they look quite strong. There are seventy or eighty of them." I'll ask your dad to bring it to you later."
Song Sancheng was not polite at all. He picked up the pole and told the old lady: "Mom, you can come home later. Breakfast is ready, and someone from Tantan wants a hundred pounds of vetch. The three of them went to the fields early in the morning, so they probably won’t have time to make breakfast. "
One hundred pounds!
Wang Lifen couldn't help but gasped: "These days are different from before. There are more rich people, and they are willing to eat it."
But think about the taste of this milkvetch - just look at the few The pig grunts on the mountain every day, grabbing food as if it hasn't been eaten in eight hundred years, so you know how delicious it is!
However, the old lady was not willing to sit around the stove at home, and she was quite arrogant at the moment:
"Then let's eat whatever we want in the morning. I'll cook some of the dumplings before using them. There is so much milkvetch on a vegetable pancake, and then I have to eat it quickly because I have to go to the mountain to pick tea!”
The tea leaves are so thick and different from before!
The four people invited yesterday each picked more than five kilograms.
The old lady was old, her eyesight was dazzled, and her hands were slow. She only picked less than four kilograms, and she was secretly depressed when she came back.
One hundred yuan a day!
The old lady takes this seriously as a career.
Song Sancheng was also helpless:
"Mom, look at you, you don't have to be so tired from your own work. Tantan has already said that he would pay you both a salary, but you still don't want it..."
Song Youde snorted: "Just do it. What kind of salary do you need to do some farm work? What if I can’t eat what you grow?”
The older you get, the more childish you become. Sometimes if you say something wrong, the old couple will get angry.
Song Sancheng simply stopped talking. At this moment, he picked up the shoulder pole and wandered towards the back mountain.
Oh, how else can I say that I didn’t eat in vain during this time!
Because I’m older, it used to be hard on my waist to carry the load. It's better now, the wind blows under my feet every day, just like a young man!
The road into the back mountain has been slightly smoothed by them during this period, and it is now stable to walk on.
Those little pigs seemed to have heard the sound from far away. The sound in the pig pen became louder and louder, and it was heartbreaking. I don’t know what kind of torture they thought they were suffering.
Song Sancheng remembers that he used to raise pigs until dinner time. Although the pigs also barked, their sounds were completely different from now.
This is also the reason why every time they cook pig food, they have to dry it at home until the temperature is right before sending it to the mountains.
In fact, these pigs eat as if they are risking their lives, regardless of whether they are hot or cold.
Pour the thick pig food into the trough and watch the five little pigs fighting for each other and humming to eat. Song Sancheng couldn't help but reveal an obsessed smile on his face.
He stared at it for a while, and then walked around in the chicken and duck pens that had been built nearby. He didn't find what else needed to be done. Let the old man come and take a look later.
As long as the chickens and ducks grow older, they can rush to the mountain at any time.
But before that, it was not enough to fence the mountain light with a fence. Two more dogs had to be found to watch it.
Just relying on Dabai and the three new little local dogs at home...
Oops, it’s not enough for a plate of food!
While thinking about it, I heard someone shouting from the bottom of the mountain: "Thirty percent! Are you at home?"
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(End of this chapter)