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

"What do you want me to do?" He spoke in a loud voice, completely different from the listless man just now.

Seeing him standing in front of the stove door, Su's mother waved her hand and said, "Go, go, go, wash your hands. After washing your hands, come and help your daughter tear the bracken. Remember to wash them cleanly."

"It's clean now, how do you tear it?" Father Su even stretched out his hand for Mother Su to see.

"Tear them one by one like this, and tear one into four pieces," Su Ziling took one and demonstrated to him.

Father Su nodded, took a stool and sat down, "I understand, I can do this."

After tearing off a few pieces, he gradually became faster, "This is what I should do. I can't wash that mushroom."

The two of them were tearing the paper much faster. While they were tearing it, Su's father was talking to Su's mother. They were talking and laughing, and there was a rare sense of peace and tranquility in their conversation.

When Su's mother's meal was ready, she went to deliver it alone, and then came back carrying the buckets of food after everyone had finished eating.

When she came back, Grandma Su and the others had already washed the chicken mushrooms and were tearing the mushrooms, while Grandpa Su was peeling the roots of the mushrooms.

There is a lot of mud on the roots of the green grass, and you have to peel them before washing.

Looking at the untouched food on the table, Su's mother looked helpless, "Why haven't you eaten yet?"

"They're not hungry. They won't come in to eat even when I call them." Su Ziling replied.

After another jar was packed, she stood up and stretched her body, "Dad, you can take this jar now."

"okay!"

Seeing the father and daughter working so well together, Su's mother shook her head and laughed, "Who eats this bowl on the stove?"

"Guess?" Perhaps because he was almost done with the work here, a smile appeared on Su Ziling's face.

"I guess? That must be your dad."

As soon as Father Su put the jar down, he heard her words, "How did you know?"

Mother Su raised her eyebrows, "Didn't your daughter ask you to guess? If someone else had eaten it, she would have told you directly. Why did you eat it alone in the room?"

Father Su said confidently: "I called them, but they didn't eat. I'm different."

Mother Su: "What's the difference?"

"I do hard work. If I don't eat, I'll be hungry and weak."

Mother Su: "..."

It's just tearing a fern, how can that be considered strenuous work?

Father Su seemed to know what she was thinking, "Look at how many jars I moved. That's hard work."

Looking at Su's mother's face which was gradually darkening, Su Ziling complained again: His father is such a fool!

"The chicken mushrooms have been torn. Tell me what to do next." Seeing that she had not finished pickling the bracken, Su's mother had to do it herself.

"Wash the pot, pour out half of the tea oil, and then scoop out a little bit of lard, not too much, otherwise the color won't look good after frying."

"Pour the chicken mushrooms in once the oil has melted. If the pieces are too big, tear them into smaller pieces. Otherwise, it will take a lot of time. It's easier to fry if you tear them into smaller pieces."

"Let the chicken mushrooms fry now. Go to the door and pick a handful of green peppercorns. Pick more. And then peel some garlic."

Su's mother started to heat the oil, so Su Ziling moved the bracken outside the door to cut it, for fear of accidentally spilling some oil inside.

"I've picked the peppercorns. Is that enough?" Su's mother ran very fast, mainly because she was worried that the chicken mushrooms would get burnt or stick to the pan.

"That's enough. Peel some more garlic, and then cut some dried chili peppers with scissors. Remember not to add chili pepper seeds. Prepare the seasoning first, and call me when the Alstroemeria is fried until it turns slightly yellow."

"Okay, that's enough."

Father Su sat outside the door and took a deep breath, "I have to say, this stuff smells really good!"

“Are you going to eat this yourself or sell it?”

"Keep some if you want to eat it, and sell the rest."

Father Su nodded. "There are not many Alpinia arborescens, and this stuff consumes more oil. Besides, you charge 15 cents per pound, so if you sell it, you have to set the price higher. If you set it too low, we basically won't make any money. But if you sell it too high, it seems that it will be difficult to sell."

Father Su became more and more distressed as he spoke, "Will they send it back later? If they really can't sell it by then, won't they have to eat it all by themselves?"

"You're right. If the price is too high, the products won't sell. If the price is too low, we'll basically lose money. So, I found a good customer for them." Su Ziling smiled mysteriously.

"Who?" Father Su was a little confused. Su Ziling hadn't been to the county much recently and was in the mountains most of the time. He just went out to collect mushrooms these two days, but that place was also a mountain village and it was impossible for anyone to afford them.

Su Ziling raised the corners of his lips and lowered his head to cut bracken. "You'll know in two days. You'll have to buy more soybean oil then."

"Soybean oil? This stuff is hard to buy, it's limited."

Su Ziling curled her nose. It was really troublesome. Making chicken mushroom oil would not work without soybean oil, and lard could not be used. There was only a little tea oil left, so she had to keep it.

She thought that she would have to find a way to get more oil next year. It would be best if she could press it herself, otherwise she would have to buy it, and might not even be able to get it.

The tea oil trees have been planted, but it will take another two or three years before they can bear fruit.

The few trees in the mountains can't produce much in a year. At most, it's enough for her family to fry peppers or something like that.

"Dad, do you think we can buy it if we ask the county magistrate for help?"

Father Su: "..."

What the hell?

County magistrate?

County magistrate!

"!!!"

No, he heard each word clearly, so why can’t he understand them when they are put together?

"What do you say?"

Su Ziling shook his head, "It's okay."

Father Su: “???” How come everything is fine again?

He clearly heard it all!

Su Ziling frowned, "Dad, tear it faster, it's gone."

"Oh, oh, oh, got it."

Father Su responded, lowered his head and quickened his pace. As he tore, he thought and felt that something was wrong.

On the other side, Shen Xingye, who was walking on the way to eat, kept sneezing one after another and couldn't stop.

He was beaten to the point of doubting his life, and looked at Chang Ce with tears in his eyes, "Who misses me so much?"

"Just think about it, just read it, I'm someone you'll never get!"

Just as he finished speaking, he sneezed again, "A-sneezes!"

"That's too much! It's not over yet!"

He sniffed his nose and stretched out his hand naturally. Changce looked calm and raised his arm to hand it over.

Shen Xingye didn't think there was anything wrong. He pulled up his sleeve and blew his nose hard.

The two of them cooperated very naturally, as if they had done this many times before.

After wiping his nose, Shen Xingye was a brave man again, waving the fan in his hand from time to time. When he saw a pretty girl on the street, he was in the mood to wink at her, "Changce, who do you think is missing me?"

Changce glanced at him, his eyes filled with indescribable expression.

He wanted to say, Sir, do you really have no idea about your character?

Sneezing doesn't necessarily mean that I'm thinking of you, sir, right?

After all, there are a lot of people who care about you.

"I think the one who missed me this much must be Lu Yan. But where on earth did he go? Why is he missing? Forget about that, he didn't even write me a letter."

"This person is really too much. He left me alone in this corner and ignored me."

Chang Ce: “…”

So he is not human?

Also, if Lu Yan was really dead, it would be normal that he couldn't send a letter, right?

From another perspective, if it really was Lu Yan, it wouldn't necessarily be that he was thinking about you, young master, right?

Maybe they want to cut you.

"By the way, Changce, haven't we seen Sister Xiaoqing for a long time?"

"It seems like she hasn't been here for a long time. I miss her so much."

Chang Ce: “…”

I take it you want to see the delicious food she cooks?

"By the way, Changce, do you think we should go see Sister Xiaoqing? No, not to see Sister Xiaoqing, but to see the progress of that road. After all, the money was raised by me, so it's not too much to take a look, right? However, seeing Sister Xiaoqing is just a side job."

Chang Ce had obviously gotten used to his young master's soliloquy, and he didn't need anyone to answer him.