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

When they arrived home, Su A'nai was picking peppers in the yard. She spread the drying mat on the ground and filled it with peppers.

Grandma Su was cutting the peppers with scissors. She picked out the ones with bad color and white shells when she saw them.

Seeing Su Ziling coming back, she first raised her head and glanced at them, and then started to mutter, "Where did you buy this pepper? The color is quite good, but there are more white shells, so you can't grind the pepper powder. What a pity.”

Su Ziling had mentioned to Su Ah Nai that white-shelled peppers should not be eaten after they have been ground. Firstly, they are not spicy and have no taste. Secondly, they are not dyed and pale, and they do not look good.

"I asked the caravan to help bring it. It was brought back from Guizhou!"

"so far?"

"I brought back a bunch of white shells from all this way, what do you think I should do?"

Su Ziling put the things away, squatted next to Su A'nai, and grabbed a handful of peppers. This way she could see things more clearly than in the mountain col.

It was in the sack at that time, so I took it out and took a look. Now that it is completely exposed to the sun, the color looks more beautiful. However, as Su A Nai said, there are indeed too many white peppers.

"It's okay, Grandma, put this white pepper in a separate sack. I'll make a dish for you later. It's very fragrant when made with this white pepper."

Su Ah Nai was shocked when she heard that it was still edible, "That's right! As long as it's edible, I'm just worried that I won't be able to eat it after I buy it, so I have to throw it away. It would be a waste of money."

Knowing that it would not be wasted, the depressed atmosphere surrounding Su A'nai's body was swept away, and she looked much happier.

As she picked, she asked, "How are you today?"

I haven't been there for many days, and Su A'nai is also worried that there will be no guests, or someone will cause trouble.

"It's about the same as usual," Su Ziling took a quick look and stood up, "Grandma, where is Sanlang?"

A few days ago, Li Zelan and the others came over to deliver mushrooms, saying that there were no more mushrooms in the mountains. This was almost the last delivery. By the way, they brought some river shrimps and their own smoked fire-baked fish to Su Ziling.

Li Zelan smoked it. He tried it and it tasted quite good. He took his grandma and grandma to cook it at home.

He was a young man and taught them step by step. Fortunately, they learned that, well, even fish can become young and old.

Although the taste was a bit off, I digested it in the end.

After working on it for two consecutive days, a few people finally got the hang of it, and they were able to do it in a decent way.

No, as soon as I made two pots of it, I couldn't wait to deliver it to Su Ziling, asking her to try it and give her opinions.

There's nothing wrong with the taste, but the heat is still a bit off, but there's nothing I can do about it, I have to explore slowly.

Knowing that Su Ziling was going to set up a stall again, Li Zelan did not stay at home. There was no need to pick up the fungi anyway, the crops were harvested and the taxes were paid.

After these important things are done, there is not much work at home, so I just collect snails, sell konjac tofu and smoke and grill fish.

The snails are delivered once every three days. They can pick them up the day before and then deliver them to the water the next day. The whole family goes out to pick them up together, which is enough for one day.

Konjac tofu is not difficult to make. Li Dalang and Li Erlang went to sell it the next day. They could sell it all in one morning.

Smoking and roasting fish is basically done by Grandma Li at home. This is a careful job and takes a lot of time.

From this point of view, he is really redundant at home, so he might as well follow Su Ziling. If he learns more and sees more, he might encounter business opportunities.

"He followed Mr. Lu into the mountains, saying he was going hunting."

"Hunting?" Su Ziling frowned, "Why do you suddenly think of hunting? His wound hasn't healed yet."

"It seems that Sanlang was fiddling with his bow and arrow, and Mr. Lu saw it. He missed a move. Oops, you didn't see it. The arrow flew out in a flash. Well, it hit the tree outside the door. Come on, the accuracy is really good."

"You also know that your uncle's family has been hunting for generations, and Saburo couldn't stand it anymore, so he just took him up the mountain."

She thought that when she came back, she saw that a branch of the tree at the door was broken. Just now she was wondering why it was broken inexplicably.

"Sanlang too, grandma, did they say which mountain they were going to?"

Grandma Su shook her head, "I didn't say anything. I just said I would go out for a walk. It should be fine. You can start making dinner when you have time. I guess they will be back soon."

Su Ziling looked at the sky and saw that it was indeed time to cook. The days were getting shorter and shorter, and it would get dark as soon as the sun set. Unlike the previous few months, it would only get dark half an hour after the sun set.

"The days are getting shorter and shorter now. It gets brighter and darker faster." She murmured in a low voice.

"It's as long as the summer solstice and as short as the winter solstice. It's almost time. The sun will grow again in a while." Su A'nai smiled back at her.

Su Ziling turned around and went into the kitchen to work. Su Zizhong put down his things and took a breather. He was going to go into the mountains to cut some grass and come back to dry it and store it for the cows to eat in the winter.

This winter, not only must we store dry vegetables for people, but we must also prepare enough fodder for pigs and cows.

It rained heavily on the second day of September, and I put on cotton clothes in the cold autumn frost month. It rained on the second day of the month, and it was rainy. At that time, Mr. Su said that this year's winter would be difficult, and he was afraid that the frost would come and he had to wear cotton clothes to keep out the cold.

The people are still fine, but the cattle will suffer in winter, so they can only stock up on more fodder. After a while, they will pull back the sweet potato vines, chop them and dry them in the sun. There will be enough cooking grass for the pigs this winter.

Moreover, the dried ones are easier to store. You only need to boil them when feeding them. They are somewhat similar to the dried vegetables that people eat.

The flowing clouds are moving slowly, cicadas are chirping and frogs are chirping, the sun is setting in the west, and there is a faint feeling of falling.

The bright red afterglow shines on the mountain, giving it a warm glow.

Tianmen Mountain.

Lu Yan took Li Zelan deeper and deeper. Li Zelan would exclaim from time to time along the way.

"Let's go, Brother Lu, you are so awesome! Your accuracy is even worse than that of my grandpa!"

In Li Zelan's opinion, his grandfather was the most accurate archer among the people he knew. After all, he had been shooting arrows for decades.

But his grandfather was not always perfect, but whenever Lu Yan walked along, if there was any movement, as long as his eyes saw it, the prey would not be able to escape.

"It'll be better if you practice more, but yours is fine too. At your age, it's not bad to practice like this." Lu Yan let out an arrow without even looking at it. He put away the bow and arrow. After a moment A dove fell down.

Li Zelan scratched his head in embarrassment, "I can't even look at this. My cousin said, what are you doing with a knife?"

The words were on his lips, but he just couldn't remember them, and his face turned red with anxiety.

Looking at the pigeon at his feet, Lu Yan knelt down and picked up the pigeon. He calmly took off the letter from the pigeon's leg and even tore off the letter box tied to the pigeon's leg. He threw the pigeon to Li Zelan.

"Playing with a big sword in front of Guan Gong!"

Li Zelan didn't notice the problem at all, and threw the pigeon back, and the pigeon landed firmly in the basket.

"Yes, yes, this is it!"

Feeling the sudden increase in weight in the basket, he muttered, "This pigeon is quite fat! Fatter than ordinary pigeons."

"It's delicious!" Lu Yan smiled, "Do you like pigeon meat?"

"I like it!" Li Zelan's eyes lit up, "My cousin is very good at craftsmanship and can cook everything. The beggar duck she made last time was delicious. I think this pigeon can also be made. Let's make two more, otherwise there will be less. It’s not even enough to eat.”