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

Su Ziling bent over and inserted the ginger taro, his voice a little muffled, "It's similar to sweet potatoes, it also needs to be mashed and then filtered out for ginger taro powder."

"Do you also make vermicelli?" Su's mother asked, "But it's much more troublesome to grow than sweet potatoes."

Su Ziling shook her head slightly, "It's not vermicelli, it's ginger taro soup. Ginger taro has a high starch content and a high sugar content. When the time comes, filter out the powder, dry it and store it. When you want to drink it, just boil a pot of water, dissolve the ginger taro powder with a little warm water, pour it into the boiling water, and keep stirring until it becomes sticky and then you can serve it."

"The ginger and taro soup has a fresh fragrance and is very sweet. You don't even need to add sugar. It's just like the lotus root powder that the wives of wealthy businessmen drink. When the time comes, we can sell it far away. I think it will be very popular."

Su's mother and the others were stunned when they heard this. She had only been out of the village a few times and had only been to the county town once last time. How would she know what lotus root powder was? But after hearing Su Ziling say this, she believed it.

"If you say it can make money, then it can definitely make money. Mother doesn't understand these things. This ginger and taro powder can only be used to make the ginger and taro soup you mentioned? It can't be used to cook anything?" There was a hint of regret in her tone as she spoke.

"Yes, it can be made into jelly, which is similar to pea flour. It can also be made into ginger taro cake, which is similar to fern cake. Its stems can be steamed, fried, eaten cold, cooked in soup, or cooked in porridge. Most importantly, ginger taro is also a medicine that has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying."

After listening to Su Ziling's introduction, Su's father smacked his lips and said, "No wonder it's so troublesome to grow. It turns out there are so many ways to eat it. It's also a medicinal herb. Just for so many ways to eat it and for its medicinal uses, it's worth it no matter how much trouble it takes to grow it."

"Why do I feel like there are more ways to eat this than sweet potatoes? Mainly, is it delicious? We haven't tried it yet, so how is the harvest? If the harvest is better than sweet potatoes, we can plant more next year."

After Su's mother had made a ditch, she returned to throw away the manure.

Harvest? Su Ziling was stunned. In later times, the yield of ginger taro was as high as three to four tons per mu. If the soil quality was poor and the harvest was not good, there would still be one and a half to two and a half tons.

Now...

She looked at the newly reclaimed wasteland and the manure, hesitated for a while, and said a relatively low number, "If the subsequent manure keeps up, this acre of land will have more than 1,000 to 2,000 kilograms."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su's mother stopped throwing manure, Su's father and old man Su stopped digging furrows, and they all stood there in a daze, their mouths opened so wide that an egg could fit in them.

Especially Su's father, he held the hoe above his head and didn't put it down for a long time.

At this moment, it seemed as if even the wind had stopped, and time had paused.

As soon as Su Ziling straightened up, she saw several people frozen in place, looking at her with sparkling eyes, which scared her.

"What...what happened?"

Mr. Su swallowed and said, "You just said, how much can one acre of land have?"

Su Ziling blinked. "If the subsequent manure keeps up, the conservative estimate is more than 1,000 to 2,000 kilograms... right?"

"Oh my goodness, this one acre of land weighs more than a thousand kilograms. If it is ten acres, it will weigh more than ten thousand kilograms?"

Father Su's eyes widened, as if he saw the warehouse full of grain.

Mother Su pinched Father Su's arm and said, "Second brother, second brother, tell me quickly, I'm not hallucinating!"

"hiss!"

Father Su took a deep breath, put down the hoe, and touched the place where he was pinched. "I think I am hallucinating, too."

No one would believe this. The yield per mu is conservatively more than 1,000 or 2,000 kilograms?

If it wasn't two thousand kilograms, he would have thought he had heard it wrong. Even if it was one thousand kilograms, it would still be an incredible number.

For those who grow corn, they only get about 200 kilograms per acre of land. Even if the situation is better, they can only get 270 to 230 kilograms.

This thing weighs one thousand kilograms per acre of land?

Just tell others and scare a farmer to death.

"This is just a conservative estimate. Besides, we have to keep up with the subsequent manure, weeding and soil fertilization. Nothing can be missed." Su Ziling shook his head and laughed.

"Is the harvest really that high?" Father Su smiled from ear to ear, but he still asked with doubt.

Seeing Su Ziling nod, he raised the hoe high, dug hard, spat into the palm of his hand, and smiled with a worthless look.

"Damn! We can definitely keep up with the manure. The manure pool at home is still fermenting. Two cows can produce a lot every day. It's just that the pigs are still young, otherwise five pigs can also produce a lot."

"When the time comes, put this one first for manure, this one..." He pointed at the ginger taro and couldn't remember its name for a long time.

"Ginger taro." Su Ziling reminded.

"Yes, yes, yes, Jiang Yu, I can't remember it at the moment. The name is on the tip of my tongue, but I just can't remember it."

He chuckled, scratched his head, and then continued.

"Don't worry about weeding and soiling. We will be on hand to take care of it."

Father Su became more and more excited as he spoke, and he seemed to want to build a shed on the edge of the field and live there.

I kept muttering to myself that as long as I had food in my hands, I would not be worried.

Su Ziling knew that they were afraid of being hungry in the past and they didn't want to live that kind of bland life anymore. So a bowl of corn porridge was so clear that you could almost see a mirror in it.

Although they can eat enough and well now, Su's father and his family still want to save more food rather than silver.

Grandpa Su has said more than once that we should buy more coarse grains and store them at home, so that if we really run out of money one day, we will still have a granary full of food.

Su Ziling wiped the sweat off his forehead and joked, "I don't know who it was just now, saying that growing ginger taro is troublesome."

"It's not a problem, it's not a problem. Just for the sake of this harvest, even if there are more steps, Dad can handle it."

Father Su was talking as he was digging ridges and wielding the hoe with great vigor, looking as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

Mother Su was also smiling, "Since the ginger and taro harvest is so good, why don't we plant more at once?"

"We don't have that many seeds. Besides, even if we plant more, it's useless without manure. Now we throw two handfuls of manure as base fertilizer. We need to apply manure once when the seedlings grow to the waist, about two kilograms per plant. In addition, we need to cultivate the soil twice during the growing season."

“Then you need to apply it once or twice before it blooms, and you need to prune the flowers after they bloom.”

Su's mother understood throwing manure and cultivating soil. Su Ziling had said it before. However, "Why do you need to cut these flowers? Shouldn't they be kept for seeds?"

"Mother," Su Ziling said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "The seeds of this ginger taro are its tubers. Its flowers cannot produce seeds, and its flowering will consume nutrients. Cutting the flowers can promote the ginger taro to grow more new buds, and cutting the flowers can increase the harvest."

Hearing that it could increase the harvest, Su's mother nodded and said, "Of course they have to be cut. These flowers are useless."

Speaking of ginger taro flowers, they were a rare snack in Su Ziling and her friends' childhood in their previous life.

Every time I see ginger taro flowers, I am so happy that I pick the flowers and take a sip of them. I can drink the sweet dew and smell the sweetness.

"You cut the seeds into pieces in the same way as potatoes? What is it called, saving costs?" Su's mother asked, looking at the ginger taro that was cut into pieces.