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

"By the way, Grandpa, there were so many mushrooms in the village I went to yesterday. I was thinking, should we build a mushroom workshop?"

"Otherwise, when there are too many mushrooms, we won't be able to keep busy in the yard."

"Okay, I'll go find your two uncles after dinner and see who's free. But many people are digging roads to earn money right now, so I guess they don't have much time."

Grandpa Su was feeding the cows and rabbits, and everyone was washing mushrooms, so he was the only one who had nothing to do.

"What kind do you want? Like the sweet potato workshop?"

"No, it doesn't need to be that big. One room will be used to cut the mushrooms, and the other will be used to fry the mushroom sauce. Washing the mushrooms will be right at the door. We can cut some bamboos to bring the water down."

Su Ziling briefly explained it to him, and Old Man Su nodded, "It's not a big problem. If it's this small, it won't take long."

"Well, it doesn't need to be too big. These mushrooms are seasonal. They are only available for a few months a year. The rest of the time they are idle."

Another pot of tea leaves came out of the pot. Su's father had returned. Fearing that there were not enough basins at home, he borrowed two basins.

There were three women following behind him. Apart from the cousin's wife who usually came to help, the other two were hired on the spot.

"Aping, Xiaoyan, you are here? Come in, come in." Su's mother greeted them warmly, and Su Ziling also took the time to call them aunt twice.

Seeing that she was busy, the few people did not disturb her too much, but walked directly towards Su Grandma and the others.

"Hey, here we are. My second brother told us to come over and help wash the mushrooms. I thought he was making fun of us. Where did the mushrooms come from these two days? To my surprise, there really are some mushrooms."

Several of them are good at work and have quick hands and feet. They were part of the mushroom washing team last year.

"By the way, the mushrooms are growing so early this year? Are you picking so old?"

Several people took stools, took the basin from Su's father, sat down and started washing.

"We don't have any here yet. Xiaoqing went to another village to collect them. They are far away. If that was all, I wouldn't have called you. Look, there's a pile of them at the door."

Grandma Su raised her chin and looked towards the entrance of the main hall, where several large backpacks were piled in front.

"Oh my god! So many! I have to wash them quickly. After washing, I have to cut them. I also have to stir-fry the sauce later. I think the time will be a bit tight."

"Tell me, how come their mushrooms are so plump and bloom so early? Ours probably need another rain before they bloom."

Several people were chatting while washing, and talking did not affect their speed at all.

This is the second time we have picked tea leaves this year. The growth is better than the first time, and there are more buds. No wonder Su's father and his family didn't get home until almost dark yesterday.

Su Ziling didn't finish frying until almost noon. Looking at the rows of winnowing baskets on the drying rack, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally finished his work.

She sat under the eaves, her whole body slumped and she looked listless.

His eyes were staring blankly at the courtyard wall, unfocused, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

"Qing'er? Xiaoqing? What's wrong?"

"Ah?" She turned her head slowly, "It's okay, take a break."

"You take a rest, don't be in a hurry. I'll prepare lunch in a while. Go back to your room and take a nap. You look so pale." Su's mother was really a little worried. She didn't look very energetic since she came in.

"I'm fine," she said, and then yawned. "I'll pickle the bracken first and then go to rest. Call me when you've finished cutting the mushrooms."

She moved from outside to inside the house, poured out the water from the bracken, merged the two pots of bracken into one, leaving one pot empty.

Tear the fern into four pieces with your hands, rinse it two or three times with water, and finally cut it into sections.

Then she cut the prepared garlic into slices. Now there were no fresh peppers, so she took out some pickled peppers, rummaged around, and finally found some wilted red peppers in the vegetable basket, which she cut directly into sections.

Put the prepared ingredients into the bowl of chopped bracken and sprinkle some salt in it. Su Ziling also threw in a handful of green peppercorns and mixed all the seasonings evenly. She took a bite and found the saltiness a bit strong.

She guessed that there was salt in the pickled peppers but she had overlooked it, so it was a bit salty. Helplessly, she grabbed a few more handfuls of ferns and stirred them evenly until the salt was just right.

When pickling bracken, the salt should not be too heavy, otherwise the bracken will not have a sour taste. If the salt is just right, after pickling for a period of time, the bracken will have a slightly sour taste and taste sour and spicy. It is superb whether it is served with rice, porridge or noodles.

After mixing a pot of food, she took a jar, poured white wine into it to disinfect it, and then began to fill the jar. All pickled vegetables have a common problem, which is that they must be pressed tightly and must not come into contact with oil.

When Su's mother came in to cook, she was already mixing the second pot. There were so many ferns that she had to cut and mix them one pot at a time.

The jar that Father Su took this time was bigger than the previous ones. If it was the previous one, I'm afraid this basin would be enough for a whole jar, but now, it takes at least one and a half basins to fill a whole jar.

"Wow, this color looks very tempting, give me one to try."

Looking at the pot of fern, Su's mother swallowed her saliva greedily.

Red bell pepper, green bracken, white garlic slices, plus bell pepper or chopped pepper, mixed evenly and intertwined with green bracken, it looks more appetizing. (Bracken)

"How is it?" Su Ziling sat on the stool, took two ferns for Su's mother, and looked up at her.

"Well, it's delicious, but I feel like it lacks a little vinegar. It would probably taste better with some vinegar." Su's mother nodded.

"This can't be eaten just by mixing it. It needs to be marinated, so you can't add vinegar. It will be almost ready after three to five days of marination. It will then have a sour taste." Su Ziling moved to the side and continued to fill the jars.

Seeing that she still had so much to cut, Su's mother thought for a moment and said, "Wait until I finish cooking and come over and cut it together with you."

"No, please don't," Su Ziling raised his hand to stop her, "Your hands are all greasy, don't let them get marinated, it won't be worth it."

Su's mother lit a fire and saw Su's father clumsily washing mushrooms outside. The corners of her mouth twitched.

Father Su has always been a laborer. When he started washing the chicken mushrooms, he didn't know where to put his hands and accidentally broke the chicken mushrooms into pieces.

Father Su looked bewildered. He felt that he had not put much effort into it. This...

Looking at the piece of chicken mushroom in his hand, he fell into deep thought again.

Seeing his doubtful look on his face, Su's mother burst out laughing.

Hearing the laughter, Su's father turned around and saw Su's mother busy at the stove through the window.

Somehow, Su felt that his expression contained a hint of... resentment?

"Second brother, stop washing and come in to help your daughter tear the bracken."

Hearing Su's mother's voice, he seemed to hear the sound of nature, "Hey, here it comes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he put down the chicken mushroom in his hand and walked into the house without any hesitation.