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

After the tofu was finalized, Su Ziling cut it into square pieces and put them into buckets. She put the prepared seasonings into several bamboo tubes. After everything was ready, they set off.

Su's father and Su Zizhong each carried a load, while Su Ziling carried the seasonings, bowls, and chopsticks. Su Zimu carried his broken gong and beat it all the way. As the gong fell, he was followed closely by his shouts.

"We sell tofu! Freshly baked tofu! Delicious emerald fairy tofu!"

Following his instructions, not to mention, a few bowls were actually sold in Baihua Cave.

Seeing Su's father follow suit, many people joked: "Uncle Dongqing, are you selling tofu with them? Are the fields going to stop growing?"

"That's right, Holly, why are you following them in their mischief? Just let a few children go."

Su's father smiled and said, "How can you say it's nonsense? It's all just to make ends meet. Brothers, how do you like the tofu at my house?"

"Don't tell me, your tofu is addictive after eating it once. It's sour, sour and spicy, and the best thing is that this tofu doesn't have the fishy smell of white tofu."

Everyone gave thumbs up and applauded.

After eating, they returned the bowl one after another, and Su Ziling poured water into the bowl and cleaned it.

"Uncle Holly, the food will be delivered to you in the evening!"

"Okay! No problem!" Father Su responded with a smile.

They did not stay too long in the village, but went directly to Wangjia Village with their burdens on their backs.

After they walked back twice yesterday, the road was already very clear, but there were also a lot of ghost needle grasses. Su's father walked in front and got pricked the most, while Su Ziling and the others only pricked some sporadically when they walked behind.

Half an hour later, when they arrived at the head of Wangjia Village, they were still under the same locust tree. Instead of rushing to sell, they sat under the tree and pulled up the ghost needle grass first.

Su's father muttered as he pulled them out, "I'll take a sickle and chop these grasses when I go home in the evening. It's only been two years since I came here. Why are they growing so vigorously?"

"Dad, you didn't come yesterday. We pricked a lot more yesterday than we did today. My sister also said that the pricks looked like porcupines." Su Zimu was quick with his hands and feet, and it took only a moment to pull them out.

He glanced at Su Ziling and said, "Sister, should I start knocking?"

"Okay!" Su Ziling pulled out the last piece of ghost needle grass, straightened up, and stretched.

As the sound of "duang" sounded, the boy just shouted halfway, "Selling tofu!..."

Before the people at the back could shout, the ones nearby had already rushed out with food and basins.

It is quite similar to the government giving porridge to refugees when they are fleeing famine.

Su's father had obviously never seen such a battle before, and was stunned. Su Zimu stood on a stone nearby, beat the gong, and shouted to sell tofu.

It's also Su Ziling mixing tofu, Su Zizhong collecting money, Su's father...

He didn't know what to do, so he looked stupidly at the women who surrounded them.

Su Ziling turned him around and said, "Dad, collect the grain."

"Oh, oh, oh," he then came back to his senses and collected the grain.

"Xiaoqing, give me more, I want five bowls!"

"I want three bowls!"

"Three bowls are not enough. It's hard for them to come here once, and they might stop coming one day. I want more, and I want five bowls too."

We came here yesterday and everyone got acquainted with her. Most of the ladies called her "Little Girl" and "Xiao Qing".

Knowing that they can exchange grains, eggs and vegetables, most people brought grains with them this time, so they paid much less.

"Ma'am, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I brought a lot today, it's enough. Don't crowd me. If this person gets confused, my speed will be slowed down!"

Su Ziling smiled and talked to them.

Those people were considerate of her and stopped squeezing. They even lined up in three rows.

Looking at the long queue, Su's father was shocked.

He asked, "Have all the people in the village come?"

He was surprised that these people came out from the whole village, but when it fell into the ears of those women, he said, "Is there anyone in the village who hasn't come yet?"

"It should be almost here. I bought some tofu from Xiaoqing yesterday. Oh my, it tastes really good. It's refreshing and goes well with rice. Every time the head of my family comes to summer, he can't eat. Now with tofu , I ate two big bowls directly.”

"Who says it's not the case? My old lady didn't want to eat for a few days. She bought some tofu and ate a bowl of it for the first time last night. The tofu was so delicious that the whole family liked it."

"Yes, it's cheap, the quantity is large, and it doesn't have the beany smell of white tofu. My pregnant wife vomits everything she eats, which makes me anxious. She looks very thin."

"No, yesterday I heard someone selling tofu. She said she wanted to eat it, so I went out and bought two bowls. Unexpectedly, they were not enough for her to eat, and she didn't vomit after eating the tofu."

These ladies talked so excitedly that their saliva flew all over the air, and they even started gesticulating with their hands when they talked about their excitement.

In short, all men, women and children like it, and they are all very lively after eating tofu.

What they said was so exaggerated, it was a good thing that Su Ziling made the tofu herself, otherwise she would have to wonder if something terrible was added to it.

She smiled and said: "Ladies, this tofu is not as magical as you said. It's just that the weather is hot recently, my appetite has decreased, and my mouth is lighter, so eating something sour and spicy will make me feel much better." , more appetizing, what you said, I thought I was selling a miracle elixir."

"Hahahaha, Xiaoqing is right, but Xiaoqing, will you come again tomorrow?"

Everyone was so amused that they laughed.

"Come! Thanks to all the ladies, I will let you eat my tofu no matter what!" she replied with a smile.

Everyone is a sensible person and would never ask how the tofu is made or what it is made from. After all, this is a craft that people use to make a living.

Within an hour, all the tofu was sold out, and all that was left was the food in this area, thanks to the many bags I brought today.

Father Su sorted the grain into categories when harvesting. After everyone left, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a smile on his face.

"I didn't expect this tofu to be so easy to sell! Let's walk faster in a while and pick some leaves of body odor wood on the way. I guess your mother-in-law and the others may not be able to sell enough."

"By the way?" Su Zimu looked suspicious, "It's not the way for Dad to go back to Xiaopingshan from here."

"Who said we went to Xiaoping Mountain?" Father Su poured out all the water in the bucket, and then turned the bucket upside down to control the water. The sun was relatively strong, and the bucket was dry after a while.

He packed the grain and picked a load with Su Zizhong each, "Let's go to Xiaopotou to pick it. There are a lot of it there."

"Is there one in Xiaopotou too?" Su Zimu really didn't know.

"Yes, I saw it when I was cutting firewood last year. There was a small area, but not too many." Su's father was still walking at the front, turning back from time to time to tell Su Ziling and the others to be careful where they step.