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

The next day, before it was dark, Su Ziling heard someone banging on the door, and the sound of "bang, bang, bang" broke the silence of the early morning.

The intervals between the slaps were very short and the sound was rapid, making it sound like something was urgent.

Su Ziling was drowsily asleep. When she heard the sound, she dragged her shoes to the yard and asked, "Who is it?"

Hearing her voice, the banging on the door disappeared, and it was quiet except for the early birds chirping on the branches.

When the door opened, she saw no one, but she felt something pressing on her feet. When she lowered her head, she saw several bulging sacks piled at the door.

The sack was against the door. As soon as she opened it, the sack rolled in. She looked around but saw no one.

With doubts in his eyes, he lowered his head and opened a sack. It was full of paint seeds, and there was still water vapor on the paint seeds.

Su Ziling was stunned, Qizi?

Lu Yan?

When I saw the paint seeds, I knew subconsciously that they were sent by Lu Yan.

But what about others?

She put down the paint seeds and ran far away. No one was there.

Except for the occasional dog barking, there was no one on the road. She stood there for a long time, looking into the distance, wondering what she was thinking.

"Qing'er? Who is it? Is there something urgent that you came to knock on the door so early?" Su's mother's voice pulled her back.

"Ah! What are these?" Looking at the sack at the door, Mother Su exclaimed, then bent down to open it and take a look, "Isn't this the paint seeds you picked yesterday? Who sent it?"

"It seems to be Lu Yan." Su Ziling walked back slowly, picked up the sack and entered the yard.

Mother Su took a look and saw no one, "Xiao Lu gave it to me? Where are the others?"

"He put down his things and left. It's not yet dawn, Auntie. You can go back and get some sleep."

I don't know whether it was because she didn't wake up or something, but Su Ziling was in a low mood.

Su's mother yawned and carried the paint seeds into the house with her while yawning. "It's still early. I can still sleep with a stick of incense. You can go back and get some sleep. Anyway, if you don't set up a stall, there's nothing to do during the day." It’s over.”

"Yes, I understand." Su Ziling responded.

Nowadays, there are basically no porcini mushrooms. There are only some rice-ripened mushrooms, gray mushrooms and firewood mushrooms. You can eat them by yourself, but you can't make fungus paste.

The sweet potato flour has almost been finished. If you want to make flour, you have to wait for the new sweet potatoes to come out. If you don’t set up a stall or go to the county to sell ice flour, there will be almost nothing at home.

It's still a little early to dig sweet potatoes. Su's mother and the others have been picking peppers to dry in the past few days, while Mr. Su and Su's father and the others are making an oil press.

The fields were full of sweet potatoes and there was no land to plow. After some calculation, Su Ziling found that the whole family was idle.

But there will be frost in about twenty days, and it’s almost time to dig the sweet potatoes. Once you dig the sweet potatoes, you’ll be busy again, so it’s good to take a break now.

She piled up the paint seeds in the yard, closed the door, and planned to go back and take a nap. She tossed and turned in bed, but couldn't fall asleep. She sighed, forget it, let's get up.

Seeing that everyone was sleeping, she moved lightly, took a dustpan and sat in the yard to pick paint seeds. When it got bright and everyone got up, she had already picked most of the paint seeds.

"Qing'er? You didn't go back to sleep?" After washing, Mother Su brought a stool over and picked with her.

"I'm asleep, but I'm not asleep. I'm thinking about picking the paint seeds and letting them dry in the sun for a day so that I can press the oil tomorrow." Su Ziling glanced at Su's mother and moved to the side to make room for her.

Looking at Su A'nai drying peppers on the side, Su Ziling asked, "A' Nai, what do you want to eat this morning?"

"Drink some polenta and get some of those little pickles you made."

"Okay, I'll make it after I finish here." When it came to pickles, Su Ziling remembered and agreed to the aunts' offer to sell cold vegetables. As a result, these things happened one after another and they didn't go.

"How many more days will this pepper be left in the sun? I feel like it's already crispy." Su A'nai asked.

"Is it crispy? Then put it away tonight. Leave a sack and let's pound some to see if it tastes good and whether the color is dyed. Put the rest first and take it out after the pounding is finished."

After picking all the paint seeds, Su Ziling stretched and got up to cook. She ate barbecue last night and made it lighter this morning. She cooked a bowl of corn paste, steamed a pot of steamed buns, and cooked it. The pickles and fungus sauce are delicious.

After dinner, Su Ziling wandered around in the yard. Tianmen Mountain couldn't go, but the nearby mountains should be OK, right?

She didn't go far, so she just went to the back of the house. She should be fine, right?

Thinking of this, her eyes lit up, and she called Li Zelan and Su Zizhong, and the three of them went up the mountain.

"Cousin, what are we going to do?"

“Dig the fern roots!!!”

Su Ziling's eyes were crooked. The last time she went up the mountain to pick up fungi, she noticed that there was a hillside here that didn't grow much fungi, but was covered with bracken.

Everywhere she looked, there were green bracken. She felt distressed for a long time at that time. The bracken bloomed just a few days after she came here. She was so brain-stricken at that time that she didn’t even think of going up the mountain to collect bracken. She just focused on it. On top of the fairy tofu.

Later, when she was picking up mushrooms, she discovered the bracken in full bloom all over the mountains and fields. She was so angry that her hair stood on end!

How many baskets of baskets had to be harvested on such a hillside? She regretted it so much that her intestines were green with regret.

"I know bracken can be eaten, but can fern roots also be eaten?" Li Zelan scratched his head.

"Of course you can. You can dig up the fern roots to make fern cake or fern root powder!"

Su Ziling led the way, and Su Zizhong and the others followed behind her.

"arrive!"

No one has dug up the fern roots of the bracken here all year round, so the old fern leaves have been piled so deep that it is almost difficult to move.

Looking around, there were all dry bracken leaves. Su Ziling took out the sickle and said, "I'll cut off the old leaves, and then you can dig them out."

Su Zizhong glanced at it and said, "Let's cut it together. Let's cut it faster together. When the cutting is finished, Sanlang and I will dig it up, and you can pick it up again."

"That's okay!" Su Ziling cut for a while, feeling extremely strenuous, thinking that it would be a waste of time for her to do the cutting alone and for them to wait.

It was much faster for three people to cut together, and a piece was cut out in just one stick of incense. The three of them sat on the bracken leaves, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, drank some water, and began to dig out the fern roots.