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

Mr. Zheng and his companions were also busy, so they went back after dinner. Before leaving, Su Ziling gave each of them two pieces of bean powder and asked them to take it home and mix it up.

It’s a late opening time today, but since it’s already late, why not open it even later?

Su's father, old man Su, Su Zizhong and Twenty, the four of them collected rabbits together and killed eight of them. Su Zizhong wanted to roast more at one time in case there were not enough to sell.

While watching them prepare the rabbits, she prepared the seasonings and threw the rabbits into the bucket to marinate as soon as they were done. It was easy and convenient to pickle the rabbits in the bucket.

After Su Zizhong and the others left, Su Ziling started to get busy. She fried the tea leaves first. Su's father and the others came back late last night, so she fried two pots of tea leaves. Su Ziling took a look and found that the heat was not enough, the tea leaves were not fried properly, and the tea leaves were not withered well.

I can only eat the two pots of food I cooked earlier, or give some to my third uncle and his family.

"Dad, you guys don't have to work today. Wash the mushrooms first. There are so many of them. And so does Mom. Don't go and weed. Put it aside for now. Wash these mushrooms first..."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly remembered that there was no meat at home, so she needed to add lean meat to the mushroom sauce, but fortunately there was plenty of oil at home.

"Wash the mushrooms first and cook them. You can buy the meat tomorrow and fry it dry before pouring out the mushroom sauce to process it."

"Oh, Dad, go call that cousin's wife. Although there is no preserved egg today, we can wash the mushrooms. Ask her to come earlier. Oh, have you brought the jar back? I'm going to pickle the bracken after I finish frying the tea leaves."

Su Ziling asked while frying tea, and arranged the housework clearly.

"I've got the jar back and put it in the house. I'll go call your aunt. Don't worry, take your time. If you can't finish it, forget it."

There is so much work to do, and it’s all very urgent. How can Su Ziling not be anxious?

She pursed her lips and said, "If it hadn't rained last night, I could have at least cooked the chicken mushrooms when I got home last night, and I wouldn't be so busy today."

"Okay, don't think about it. We are all at home and we will definitely be able to finish it." Su's mother came over, gently tucked the loose hair hanging on Su Ziling's ears behind her ears, and gently comforted her.

"I can keep the shimeji mushrooms for a while, but I can't keep the chicken mushrooms. I bought them for 15 cents a pound, and if one pound goes bad, I'll lose 15 cents. I've just wasted money."

Su Ziling's hands moved quickly, without stopping, and he did not forget to instruct Su's mother while muttering, "Mother, help me add two pieces of firewood, thinner ones."

Su's mother added two more sticks of firewood. When she saw Su's father go out, she followed him out, "Second son, second son."

She called out to the person outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Father Su turned around, looking puzzled.

Mother Su walked up to him and lowered her voice, "Go and see who's at home. Ask for a few more people. There are so many mushrooms that it's hard for just a few of us to handle them."

"Okay, I get it." Father Su nodded, and thinking of Su Ziling, he sighed, "It's also because we as parents are not good enough and can't do anything. I guess the two pots of tea we fried last night were not good enough. That girl's frown was so tight that it could have killed a fly."

"As for the bracken and chicken mushrooms, we haven't made them before. If we had, she wouldn't be so anxious. I saw that she didn't sleep well, and her eyes were dark."

"Talk to her carefully later. Do as much as you can. If you can't do it, forget it. There are only two hands for one person, so it's inevitable that she can't take care of everything."

"Why don't you say it?" Su Ziling was now stuck in a dead end. She would not be relieved unless the work was done. Otherwise, she would probably hold her breath forever.

Father Su: "I'm not good at talking. It tastes different when I say it. Okay, okay, I'll go. Otherwise, no one will be home soon. I have to go to Fourth Uncle's house. This girl likes to eat duck, so it's a good supplement for her."

Father Su walked very fast with his hands behind his back.

While Su's mother was standing there in a daze, she heard Su Ziling calling her, "Mother, mother, bring me a dustpan. I'm waiting to use it."

"Hey, here it comes." Su's mother took two steps at a time and trotted back, taking a dustpan to fill with tea leaves for her.

"Your stir-fry is indeed different from mine. Mine was not kneaded well, and the leaves were not rolled tightly."

"It's okay, just fry it more often next time. I'll be watching you and there won't be any mistakes. I don't have time today, so I'll fry it first and teach you next time I pick it."

Su Ziling has recovered a little now. She didn't sleep much last night. When she got home, she found that she had forgotten about the fern. She also had a pile of tea leaves and didn't deal with the chicken mushrooms. In the morning, she picked so many mushrooms.

Moreover, when she got up this morning, many people had already gone into the mountains to pick mushrooms, and it was estimated that someone would bring them some in the evening.

So, for a moment, I couldn't hold it together, but now, as I'm frying tea leaves and smelling the fragrance, I feel much better.

"Okay, I'll get the big basin out. Which mushrooms should I wash first?"

Seeing that she was not so anxious anymore, Su's mother felt much better.

"To wash the chicken mushrooms, find some softer corn husks, rub them and then wash them. They will be cleaner."

"Okay, don't worry about it, just leave it to us." Su's mother dried the tea leaves, brought out the chicken mushrooms, moved two stools, and slowly washed them by the well with Su's grandmother.

When the chicken mushrooms were brought back last night, Su's mother was stunned. It was the first time she saw so many chicken mushrooms.

Thinking of the mushrooms hidden in the backpack, I remembered that Su Ziling liked to hang out and dry anything in a winnowing basket if he hadn't finished cooking it the night before.

Su's mother took a winnowing basket and arranged the mushrooms one by one.

Seeing that the ones were big and about to rot, she took them out and used them to make soup last night.

She didn't know how to cook this mushroom, so she just took two eggs, fried them, and poured in a pot of boiling water. The soup was milky white. She tore some chicken mushrooms and put them in, sprinkled some salt, and threw in a bunch of green peppercorns. It tasted so fresh.

While frying, Su Ziling asked, "Mother, are there any rotten chicken mushrooms? Take out the rotten ones. If they are about to rot (change color), take them out as well, otherwise it will affect the taste."

"It's not broken, it's not broken, don't worry, you don't even trust me, your mother."

Not broken?

Su Ziling was still a little skeptical. After all, when they delivered the flowers yesterday, she took a look and found that some of the flowers were overbloomed.

At that time, she thought that she could come back last night and then make it into chicken mushroom oil directly, but who knew that man proposes, God disposes, it actually rained and left her in the village.

"Not a single one is broken?"

"It's really not bad. When your eldest brother brought the things back last night, I picked them out. I thought about what you said about keeping them covered and they would go bad, so I took them out and put them in the dustpan. It didn't look good, so we stewed them in a pot. Don't worry, they won't go bad."

"Mom, you are so awesome!" She didn't expect this.