Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

"Little girl, how do you sell your tofu?"

"Yes, this tastes different from ordinary tofu. How do you eat this when you buy it back? Can the one we make ourselves taste as good as the one you mix?"

All the aunties were chattering away and their heads were buzzing. This was when Su Zimu's broken gong came in handy.

Only the sound of "duang" was heard, and everyone became quiet.

Su Ziling looked at Su Zimu, she raised her eyebrows at him and gave him a thumbs up, "Aunts, our tofu is sold by the bowl, and it is mixed for you, just like the one just now, you can take it back You can eat it at home, no need to cook anymore.”

"Tofu costs two cents for a bowl, three cents for two bowls, and five cents for three bowls. If you don't have money, you can go home and get something in exchange for it, such as eggs, brown rice, wheat, corn, soybeans, peas, broad beans, or whatever you have at home. Any unfinished dishes can be replaced.”

When her voice fell, the people present were divided into two parts. One part went to buy tofu, and the other half went home to get food.

Others were running and shouting, "Little girl, don't leave. Wait for me. I'll go back to get food. My house is very close and I'll be here in a minute."

Su Ziling was mixing tofu, Su Zizhong collected the money, and Su Zimu responded happily: "Auntie, please slow down, don't be in a hurry, we are not leaving, we are waiting for you!"

The young man smiled cheerfully, his eyes sparkling, it was all money. I didn’t expect that the tofu made from the leaves of the odoriferous wood would be so delicious, and I didn’t expect that the tofu would be so popular!

Thinking of the body-odorous firewood all over the mountains and plains, he laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes, and he shouted in his heart: Get rich, get rich!

"Little girl, which village are you from? How did you find this place to sell?"

"People from Baihuadong next door can see your village from the village head, so try to come over and have a look."

"Huh? It's from Baihua Cave? That path is difficult to walk on. Not many people have walked on it in the past few years. The road is probably covered with grass!"

While Su Ziling was chatting with them, she was making and mixing tofu without missing a beat.

"No, that ghost needle grass grows so densely. When the three of us brothers and sisters came out, they were all tied up like porcupines!"

The girl is funny and easy-going, making all the aunts laugh.

"Little girl, will you come again tomorrow?"

In just a moment, all the tofu was snatched away. Su Ziling and the others were sorting out the food they had exchanged, and some people who had bought less stood aside and asked.

"Your tofu is so delicious. I have a lot of family members. I just want to taste this bowl. If you come tomorrow, I will buy more."

"Come on, thank you all for liking the food, aunties. Come back tomorrow, I guess it will be a little earlier than today!"

"Hey! Okay, don't worry, I'll inform them when I get back. I'm afraid more people will buy such delicious tofu tomorrow, so you should make more!"

Su Ziling waved goodbye to them.

The three of them had smiles on their faces and brisk steps!

...No, the only one who is brisk is Su Ziling. When Su Zizhong came, he picked up a load of tofu, which he estimated to be seven or eighty kilograms. When he went back, he picked up another load of grain.

Su Ziling was carrying a basket on his back, which contained bowls, chopsticks and some dried vegetables, while Su Zimu was carrying half a sack of vegetables.

"Brother, does your shoulder hurt? How about I pick it up for a while?" Seeing Su Zizhong sweating profusely, Su Ziling hurriedly spoke out.

"It doesn't hurt. Where are you now? I can pick from such a bunch again!"

Perhaps because he made a little money, the tofu business was good, and he had food and hope, the young man no longer had a sullen face, and there was a little smile between his eyebrows.

It was rare that he took the initiative and said, "I'll go back later and see if grandpa and the others have picked enough. If not, we will pick more tomorrow morning. Then we can pick them up and sell them directly here, so we won't waste time in the village."

Su Ziling nodded and agreed, "However, this bucket can only hold so much at most. No more can be taken. I will go back to Aunt Liu's house tonight to borrow a pair of buckets. I will pick them out with you tomorrow. I guess One person can sell out one load per person.”

The mountain road was difficult to walk, and the bucket he was carrying was a bucket. The bucket would shake if he walked unsteadily. With Su Ziling's small body, he couldn't lift it at all, so Su Zizhong didn't say anything and just glanced at her.