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

"Yes, we also want the others, but their prices are definitely not comparable to those of Alternaria albuminata, which is what you call the umbrella mushroom."

Afraid that they didn't know what chicken mushroom was, Su Ziling pointed to the mushrooms in the basket.

"I'll go back when the other mushrooms are out and tell you which ones you want then."

Hearing her words, Mr. Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but the two young men behind him couldn't hold their composure anymore and grabbed each other's hands excitedly.

"It's like this. In fact, mushrooms have started to grow in the mountains these days. I wonder when you will have time, Miss Su, so you can go over there and take a look."

"It's out? So soon?" It's only mid-April, and I didn't expect the mushrooms to be out already.

Mr. Zheng carefully packed the copper coins away. "It's not that fast. It's about this time every year. It rained a little more this year. In fact, we found some on July 7 or 8, a few here and there, but we didn't care. In the past two days, there are more, and they are growing in patches."

In long pieces?

Is that what she meant?

So this is how mushrooms are described?

Although there are many of them here, and there are also groups of them, they are just few and only occasionally seen.

But when he opened his mouth, he started talking...

Moreover, they were available on July 8? It's already the middle of the month, so doesn't that mean the previous batch has already gone bad?

Thinking of this, Su Ziling trembled with heartache. "I'm free now, wait for me!"

When will I have time? Now that the mushrooms are out, I have to make time even if I don’t have time!

Looking at Su Ziling's back, the three of them started gossiping among themselves.

The two younger ones couldn't hold it anymore and reached out to pull Mr. Zheng's sleeves.

"Oh my goodness! This mushroom is so valuable?"

"Who says it's not true? A pound of fat meat costs 18 cents, and this mushroom is worth 15 cents, which is almost as much as a pound of meat."

"Oh my god!" One of them slapped his thigh.

"What's wrong with you?"

"My family just ate two big bowls of rice this morning, so I estimate that there are about two kilograms of it. If we hadn't eaten it, we could have bought two kilograms of lean meat!"

"Oh my god, now that you mention it, my family also ate a bowl of it. It's a directly cooked soup, it's so delicious!"

"How can it not be delicious? Fifteen cents a pound!"

"..."

Well, it doesn’t smell good anymore.

"Uncle Zheng, Uncle Zheng, what kind of mushrooms do you think she will want? Do you think the price will be the same as that of the umbrella mushroom?"

Mr. Zheng is an old man after all, so he is very calm. Although he is also excited, at least you can't see it on his face.

Hearing what the two said, he glanced at them and said, "Be steady, you guys. How can you be so jumpy? Can't you learn from others and take out more than 800 coins without blinking an eye?"

The two scratched their heads and said, "How can we compare with him? He is a very capable person."

Seeing Su Ziling coming over, Mr. Zheng reminded him, "She just said the price of mushrooms. The price of other mushrooms will be determined later. If she doesn't come, these mushrooms will just be rotten in the mountains. Just listen to how much they give. Don't talk nonsense. If you really cut off this way of making money in the village, you will suffer."

"Uncle, don't worry. We still know the seriousness of the matter."

Here, Su Ziling simply said a few words to Su Zizhong.

"Then eat your meal first and then go. Let Twenty follow you then." Su Zizhong didn't stop her and moved her bowl forward.

"I'm not eating anymore. People are waiting there. It's not right for me to come here to eat and make others wait for me," Su Ziling said while taking his hat and looking for his sickle.

"By the way, big brother, I'll take this backpack first. Where should I put the things in it?"

They brought a backpack with things in it.

"Put it on the ground, I'll clean it up later." Su Zizhong stood up and helped to clear the place.

"You should wear a bamboo hat. The road is so long. What if it rains?" Su Zizhong reminded her when he saw her holding the straw hat.

"No way?" Su Ziling looked up at the sky. "Look, the sun is high in the sky, and there are no clouds. How can it rain?"

Hearing this, Su Zizhong raised his hand and flicked her forehead with his fingers. "It's not raining here, but it's hard to say for sure over there."

"Look at their shoes, they are all covered in mud, and so are their trouser legs. I guess the road is very bad, it must have just rained. In Yongchang, the weather is different every ten miles. Their corn is up to their knees, while ours is just teething. You'd better bring some with you, because if it really rains, you'll be soaked like a drowned rat."

Su Zizhong took immediate action and replaced the straw hat on her head with a bamboo leaf hat.

"Okay, okay." Su Ziling pursed her lips, put a sickle in her backpack, and filled a bamboo tube with water. Afraid of being hungry, she took a few buns and wrapped them in banana leaves.

"Brother, I'll be leaving first. You can close the stall after you finish selling. You don't have to wait for me." Su Ziling held the bun in one hand and took a big bite. There was something in his mouth and his words were unclear.

"Wait a minute, let Twenty go with you." Su Zizhong frowned.

"No, no, I know the roads and the people, it's no big deal. If there are mushrooms, I'm afraid they will have to send them over as well."

Su Ziling didn't even turn his head, but raised his hands above his head and waved them casually.

"Uncle Zheng, let's go!" Su Ziling handed each of them a bun.

"No, no, we've already eaten. We're not hungry. You should eat more. We have to go back and forth." Old Master Zheng waved his hand and walked in front to lead the way.

"I can't eat so much. This is all for you." The three of them took the buns last, but they were reluctant to eat them. They turned around and looked down as they walked away.

I pinched it gently with my fingers and thought: It's so soft!

Seeing some big leaves on the roadside, I picked two, wrapped the buns in them, and carefully put them in my arms.

The journey that was supposed to take an hour took half an hour longer because the road was slippery and covered in mud.

When we arrived at the village, it was already Weishi (13:00-15:00). We hadn't reached the village entrance yet, but we could see a few people sitting under a big tree at the entrance from afar.

When they saw that it was Uncle Zheng and his men, they stood up and ran away, "Uncle Zheng is back!"

"The village chief is back!"

But after a while, when Su Ziling and others returned to Mr. Zheng's house, they saw quite a few people waiting in the yard.

Seeing him, everyone gathered around him, "Uncle, how's it going? Did you sell it?"

"Yes, yes, how much is one pound?"

"Huh? Why didn't you bring back the backpack?"

Mr. Zheng was in front, and Su Ziling was following behind him. Those people were so busy asking questions that they didn't see her.

Looking at the people who had blocked the door tightly, Mr. Zheng felt both angry and amused.

"Sold, sold, all sold. Also, can you let me in and talk?"

Only then did everyone realize that Mr. Zheng was blocked outside the door. Everyone scratched their heads, feeling a little embarrassed, chuckled twice, and stepped aside.