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

During the afternoon hours (15:00-17:00), all the ferns had been pickled. Looking at the extra jars in the kitchen and the half-empty jar of pickled peppers, Su Ziling fell into deep thought.

She pounded her arms that were so sore that she couldn't lift them, and she never expected that one day her hands would not only become sore from beating ferns, but also from cutting ferns.

Father Su had been tearing bracken, his fingers wrinkled from being soaked. After moving the last jar, he stretched and stretched his muscles.

"Finally I'm done with my work. As expected, I get tired easily as I get older."

Su Ziling nodded, "I think so too."

Father Su: "?"

"What do you think?" Father Su flicked her forehead with his finger. "At such a young age..."

Before Father Su could finish his words, he saw Su Ziling pouting and shouting with red eyes, "Mother, my father hit me!"

Father Su's face was full of question marks. He shrank his neck, his eyes widened, pointed at himself, then pointed at Su Ziling, opened and closed his mouth, closed and opened again, "I didn't."

Mother Su frowned, "No?"

Father Su shook his head repeatedly, "No."

Mother Su raised her chin and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Father Su looked at his hands raised in the air and was speechless for a moment.

"Listen to my explanation..."

"Explain? Wait until I finish beating you!" Su's mother picked up a broom and chased after him.

Su Ziling was watching with great joy. Just as his father was about to be beaten, Su Ziling finally spoke up, "Mother, don't get hit. We still have to cut mushrooms later."

Su's mother was stunned for a moment, then nodded and took back the broom that was halfway through. "You're right. If I really hit him, I guess he will find an excuse to be lazy again."

Father Su: "?"

No, when has he ever been lazy?

"The chicken mushrooms in your pot are about to get burnt." Father Su successfully diverted Mother Su's attention with just one sentence.

"Xiaoqing, the chicken mushrooms have been fried until golden brown." Su's mother turned over the pot and shouted outside the door.

"Hey, I'm here." Su Ziling turned and went into the kitchen, not forgetting to remind his father, "Dad, my cousins ​​and their wives can wash the mushrooms, you can just cut them."

Father Su took the chopping board and knife, and put the washed dustpan on the table as a cushion. "Got it."

The chicken mushrooms in the pot had been fried until golden brown. Su Ziling first threw the green peppercorns and garlic into the pot and fried them together. He also added a few spoonfuls of salt and stirred it a few times.

"When the garlic turns slightly yellow, you can add the chili peppers. Then, fry the chicken mushrooms until they are dry and scoop them out into a basin. When they are cool, we can put them into jars."

"You watch the pot here. I'll go out and help your father cut the mushrooms. I have no idea how they will turn out when fried." Su's mother took off her apron and put it on Su Ziling. Without waiting for her to refuse, she went out with a kitchen knife and a chopping board.

Su Ziling removed two pieces of firewood from the stove, making the fire smaller and letting it fry slowly.

Looking at the chicken mushrooms in the pot, she simply went back to the house and took out a pound of vermicelli and soaked it in hot water. Since she had made fried chicken mushrooms, she would not cook tonight. Just one bowl of vermicelli for each person would be fine. It would save trouble and be a good opportunity to try something new.

Compared with chicken mushrooms, the mushrooms are much easier to wash. In less than an hour, all the mushrooms have been washed.

Knowing that their family didn’t have enough chopping boards and knives, several aunts went home and brought their own.

She was busy until the beginning of the You hour (17:00) when the fried chicken mushrooms were finally out of the pot. Seeing that Su's mother and the others had already cut a pot of them, she brought out a jar of lard and put the cut ones in the pot to fry.

With five or six people cutting together, the speed increased. Afraid that she wouldn't finish frying the mushrooms tonight, she cleared out all the water in the pot and used it to fry the mushroom sauce.

Fortunately, the old man built a double stove, so both pots can be used.

"Miss Su, Miss Su, are you home?"

"Xiaoqing, someone is calling you, go open the door, we are all busy." Su's mother stood up and shouted to Su Ziling in the room.

"Hey, here it comes." Su Ziling turned over the pot, stuffed two pieces of firewood into the stove, and ran to the door in a hurry.

"Who is it?"

As soon as the door opened, Su Ziling was dumbfounded.

"Hey, Miss Su, we meet again, it's us."

There were five people standing outside the door, each carrying two flower baskets. The moment they saw Su Ziling, smiles appeared on their faces.

Su Ziling stepped aside and said, "Come in, come in, it's only been half a day, and you have found so many?"

"Yes, we went into the mountains this morning. The mushrooms grow fast after the rain. If we don't pick them up quickly, they will go bad. Don't worry, we have already sorted them out. There are no flat ones or bad ones. We have only picked the buds and those that have not fully opened."

"Put it here." Su Ziling brought them to the yard. She squatted down to look at the mushrooms. "I can see that they were cleaned up quite cleanly today. There's not much mud or grass."

"Come and sit at my house, all of you." Old Master Su stood up and came over to greet them.

"Xiaoqing, go get some stools. How can you let people stand?" Grandpa Su went back to the house to make tea, and Su Ziling dragged out a few stools.

"You guys take a seat first, I'll weigh you, but I still need to pick one more time."

"That's as we should. We're also afraid that we might have made a mistake," the few people looked at the scene in the yard, a little restrained.

She took out a backpack and glanced over it. "Today's items are pretty good. There's nothing we can't have."

And the quality of the mushrooms is also very good.

There was no grass, the mud at the roots had been cleaned, and even the unwanted mushrooms had been picked out once. Su Ziling went through it much faster the second time, and just took a quick glance.

Their flower baskets were big, and Su Ziling had to weigh them three times before she finished. Her backpack was small, and she could only carry more than ten or twenty kilograms in one basket.

After weighing a basket, take a pen and paper to write it down so you don't forget it later.

"You have carried ten baskets in total, of varying weights, totaling 470 jin, which is 3 taels, 7 coins and 60 wen. I will give you all in copper coins so that you can divide them up when you return home."

"Well, thank you very much, Miss Su. We are really worried that you will give us the silver. Then we will be inseparable."

The mushrooms belong to everyone in the village. Each family will weigh the quantity before leaving and then they will deliver them all.

They would divide the money together when they got back. The people who came to deliver the mushrooms would receive extra wages, which would be paid by everyone. Each family would contribute one penny, and then the five people would divide it equally.

"Did you count correctly?" Su Ziling gave the money quickly.

The three of them each took a coin and lowered their heads to count the money carefully. They couldn't make a mistake, otherwise if someone's banknote was missing when they got home, they would have to make up for it.

Seeing that they were counting slowly, Su Ziling did not urge them and just waited quietly by the side.

Liu looked at the pile of mushrooms and was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. "Big sister, do we have to wash all of these today too?"

"No need," Grandma Su shook her head, "We'll wash those tomorrow. You guys should come early tomorrow, otherwise I'm afraid we won't be able to finish washing them."

"Okay, come over after dinner." The Liu family and their friends wished there were more mushrooms. If they had them every day, they would have work to do and earn money.