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

After washing the bamboo shoots, Twenty squatted beside them and watched. After a while, he suddenly said, "How about I cut them with you?"

Su Ziling was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Can you?"

Twenty was silent for a long time. Just when Su Ziling thought he would not answer, he suddenly spoke.

"I've never cut bamboo shoots, but I have cut people."

His voice was so low that Su Ziling couldn't quite hear it. "What did you say?"

Looking at her bright eyes, Twenty changed his mind and said, "I can try. I have cut vegetables before." He thought, cutting bamboo shoots should be similar to chopping people, right?

Looking at the mountain of bamboo shoots in the basket, the sun was about to set. Mr. Su and the others would have to come back for dinner soon, so she had to cook.

Thinking about it this way, she really couldn't finish chopping all the food by herself tonight. "Okay, I'll find you a kitchen knife and a cutting board, and you can just slice the food. We'll fry it later."

She was still worried about shredding, but he could cut some slices. After all, they were eating at home, so the thickness didn't matter.

There were only two kitchen knives and a chopping board at home, so Su Ziling went out to borrow one from Liu Guilan's house next door, and also brought her two bamboo shoots.

Liu Guilan and her colleagues had not finished work yet, and her mother, Liu, was at home.

Liu took the bamboo shoots from Su Ziling's hand and smiled happily, "Oh, you said you were coming, so why did you bring anything? But these bamboo shoots are so tender. Your second aunt told me yesterday to pick some when I have time. The bamboo shoots are the most delicious these days."

She put the bamboo shoots away and muttered, "You want a cutting board and a kitchen knife, right? I'll find them for you. I have one at home that has never been touched by oil."

“Puff…” She blew away the ashes, “It’s just that the ashes are a little big. I’ll wash them for you.”

"No need, cousin, I'll take it back and wash it myself. You go ahead and do your work." Su Ziling took the kitchen knife.

"That's fine, you can take it back and wash it. I'm also busy here, as the pigs at home are waiting to be fed." Liu pointed to the shed in the corner of the yard.

Su Ziling raised her eyebrows. She hadn't really noticed the shed there just now. She walked slowly towards it and asked, "Did my second uncle go to buy a pig?"

Su Wenyuan, who was standing by, jumped up and down, holding Su Ziling's hand, "Sister, I'll take you to see the pigs. I've been cutting grass for them every day these days, and they may have eaten it."

Liu carried a bucket of cooked pig food and followed them. "I went to buy some a few days ago. I bought two pigs. They are just a little skinny and don't look as strong as yours."

The two little pigs were very lively. When they saw someone coming, they ran around the circle. Finally, they put their hands on the door of the pen and screamed heartbreakingly.

Liu laughed and scolded, "I feel like I'm the reincarnation of a starving ghost. I feed them well every day, but when it's time to eat, they cry out loudly. If you don't know, you would think I didn't feed them."

After that, she skillfully took a stick and gently hit the piglet, "Shi~Shunqi, Shunqi, how can I get the pig food if you don't get out of the way?"

It was not easy to raise the piglets, so she naturally couldn't bear to be really cruel to them. The piglets would not move away even if she was hit lightly. She had no choice but to scoop some into the trough first, and then opened the door and entered the pigpen.

The piglets ate the food voraciously, taking big bites. Mrs. Liu was so angry that she laughed, "Look, the food is all over the floor."

Su Ziling smiled and said, "This piglet is willing to eat. It looks easy to feed. Pigs that eat a lot grow fat quickly."

Mrs. Liu nodded. "You are right about that. It does grow very fast. Your second uncle and his friends said that they will kill it when it weighs 120 to 130 kilograms by the end of the year. This year, we will kill the first pig and keep the other one until it is fatter before selling it."

"Sure. When you harvest peas and beans, there will be a lot of bran. You can feed the pigs with that. Cook it with the pig grass and it will help them fatten up."

Su Ziling's family couldn't feed the cows all the sweet potato residue, so they used broad bean and pea bran to feed the cows, which are good things.

"Is that so? The manure we sifted out at home is still in a sack. Your second uncle also said that when there is more pig manure, we can pour it in and ferment it together."

Su Ziling: "It's fine to ferment manure, but it's a bit of a pity."

Liu patted her chest and said, "Fortunately you just said it, otherwise it would have been a pity if it had really become dung."

The two of them stood outside the pigpen and exchanged some experiences until she heard Grandma Su calling her, and then she turned around and went home.

"Where have you been? I haven't heard anything for a long time. The meal is ready. You can start cooking now."

"Hey, it's still early, I'll cut some more bamboo shoots." Su Ziling looked at the sun and pointed to the next door, "I went to my second uncle's house to borrow a kitchen knife."

"Grandma, did you know that they bought two pigs? They look very easy to feed."

Grandma Su nodded and said lightly, "I know. Your cousin's grandmother told me about it when she came over. She also asked me how to raise the pigs and what to pay attention to. How would I know what to pay attention to? You usually feed the pigs. I just help pour the pig food when you are too busy."

Su Ziling: "..."

Well, she was the only one who didn’t know. She was still thinking about coming back to chat with Grandma Su.

As the sun set, Grandma Su began to collect the things that were drying in the sun.

They have a lot of miscellaneous things hanging out to dry in the sun at home, and it is a big project to put them away every time.

"Grandma, there's no dew now, so we don't have to collect it at night."

Grandma Su pointed at the dragonflies and fragrant ants flying low in the sky and said, "These insects are flying so low, I'm afraid it will rain. We have to collect them. If it really rains in the middle of the night, we won't be able to collect them."

Su Ziling looked up. There were none just now, but now there were many dragonflies and ants flying in the air, flying very low.

The dragonfly is okay, but these ants are a bit annoying. They run wherever there is light, and they all run to the kitchen when there is fire in the kitchen.

"Brother, close the door. The ants are flying into the house and their wings are everywhere. It's so annoying. I can't even sweep it away."

The wings of the fragrant ants fall off easily and are very light, so as soon as the broom falls to the ground, they will fly all over the ground.

On this side, Su Ziling and Twenty also moved into the house to cut. At first, Twenty was watching Su Ziling cutting. After watching for a while, he took a bamboo shoot, took a knife, and gestured back and forth to figure out where to cut.

Su Ziling smiled and said, "It's okay, just cut it as you like. I don't care about what I eat."

Twenty glanced at her and said, "So, I'm really just going to cut it randomly?"

Seeing Su Ziling nod, he boldly took down the knife.

Su Ziling was stunned for a moment until the rhythmic sound of "da da da" rang in his ears. Then his eyes fell on the chopping board and he couldn't move his eyes away for a long time.

I saw that he was working very quickly and the slices were very even. After cutting the slices, he used a knife to straighten the bamboo shoots and started to cut them into shreds.

After a while, a bamboo shoot was cut. Looking at the evenly shredded bamboo shoots, Su Ziling's mouth twitched, with doubt in his eyes, "Are you sure you haven't cut it before?"

Twenty shook his head, "No."

"Impossible, no one can cut it as well as you." Better than I can.

Of course, she didn't yell out the second half of the sentence.

Twenty stammered a few times, not knowing how to start the conversation for a moment. He couldn't just say that it was the same as stabbing someone, right?