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

The sun had set after dinner, but there was still some time before dark, so those people did not go home but continued to build the workshop. Su Ziling was boiling lard and frying mushroom sauce at the same time.

There was a lot of fat, and Su Ziling found it troublesome, so he boiled it in one pot. It took a long time because there was too much meat, but fortunately the oil yield was quite good.

After the lard is cooked, the pot inside can also be used to fry the mushroom sauce.

The mushrooms had just been put into the pot not long ago when the person who delivered the mushrooms arrived. There was no sign of them coming for a long time. When the banquet was over, Su Ziling even told his mother that they probably would not come today.

"Why are you so late today? You can come earlier next time, otherwise you will always have to travel at night when you go back. It's not safe to walk on the mountain road in the dark."

"Hey, a few families came back late today, so we had to wait a little longer. We will come earlier next time. By the way, Miss Su, we picked a few more kilograms of umbrella mushrooms today, but not a lot."

"It doesn't matter. Just send as many as you can. I want all of them."

As expected, there are not as many mushrooms today as in the previous two days. There are 15 kilograms of chicken mushrooms, and more than 300 kilograms of green mushrooms in total, which is 100 kilograms less than yesterday.

"There are so many less. Could it be that they have picked them all up?" Su's mother muttered softly.

"I guess the whole village went out to pick up all the big ones in the past two days. I estimate that the amount will remain at more than 200 kilograms per day in the future."

Su Ziling had already anticipated this situation, so he was not surprised.

They were busy until late at night, and finally the Su family's courtyard became completely quiet.

The busy second day began with the crowing of roosters. Su Zizhong and his friends went up the mountain to pick leaves of the wood sapwood early in the morning.

Now that it has been issued, you have to make use of it. You can earn a lot of extra money every day.

Mother Su got up and prepared breakfast for everyone. Thinking that she could handle it by herself, Su Ziling took a backpack and a sack and said, "Mother, can you prepare breakfast by yourself?"

Su's mother was still making a fire. Seeing her like this, she guessed that she was going up the mountain. "Where are you going?"

"Go pick the tea leaves at Xiaoping Mountain. Didn't you say my elder brother and his friends went to pick leaves of the smilax china? It's a good opportunity to go together."

When Su Ziling got up, Su Zizhong and the others had already ground the peas and went to Xiaoping Mountain. Su Ziling got up a little late, so he had to go alone.

The days pass slowly in busyness, hard work and harvest.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of April, and the Su family's mushroom workshop had been completed. It was bigger than Su Ziling had originally said, with one room for cutting mushrooms, one for frying mushrooms, and another for washing mushrooms.

Originally, Su Ziling wanted to break the bamboo and use it to draw water to wash the mushrooms at the entrance of the workshop.

But thinking that the sun was too strong in July and August, Grandpa Su and his team built another room where they could wash the mushrooms.

The room for cutting mushrooms is designed to look like a bar, so people can sit on stools or stand to cut mushrooms. The room for frying mushroom sauce has four stoves, so that four pots can be fried at the same time.

There are not enough iron pots, so I have to go to the county to buy some in a few days.

They went to pick the tea leaves in the mountains again. After frying them, they sent them away as quickly as possible because Shen Xingye kept urging them to do so.

There was plenty of rain this year, and the growth of the Bombyx morifolia was better than last year. Su Ziling specially hired a few aunts to help pick it.

The restaurants in the county sell the best of the fairy tofu. The ones in the valley basically have a fixed number of them. Only in the county, as the weather gets hotter, the leaves sent every day are not enough to sell.

It rained again two days ago, and the Su family’s farm manure was also deposited.

The grass in the field is a little big and I can never pull it all out. After I pull out the big ones, small ones pop up again.

During this period, Su Ziling also went to see the chayote and ginger taro in the wasteland. The chayote had a high germination rate, with more than 30 plants having sprouted. They had just emerged, and it would take a few more days for the vines to grow.

The germination rate of ginger taro was not as good as that of bitter melon. There were seeds scattered here and there. Su Ziling dug up the soil and took a look. It was not that the seeds were bad, but they just germinated slowly. This made her feel relieved.

The conditions of potatoes and islet fruits were also unexpectedly good, probably because they were planted early and near the river, the germination rate reached about 94 percent.

With sufficient water and appropriate topdressing, the potato seedlings and pancreatic fruit seedlings grew particularly strong and dark in color.

Because too much manure was applied, the grass grew well, which made Su's mother and others work hard, as they had to pull out the weeds and fertilize the soil.

One thing I have to mention is the peppers this year. The pepper seedlings were cultivated better than last year. It happened to rain when they were planted, and they were applied with manure. The peppers bloomed much better than last year.

The conditions of these crops are all good, but the situation of corn is not so good. The corn was growing well, but it was too dry last year and there was a lot of rain in the first half of this year, so a lot of corn borers grew on the corn cobs. It's not just their family that has these problems, but every household has them.

But everyone was very anxious. According to the growth of corn, this year's harvest should have increased by about 30% compared with last year. As a result, it was infested with insects. Grandpa Su was so anxious that he had several blisters on his mouth. He couldn't eat or sleep well.

Every day she took Su's father and mother to catch mushrooms manually, but Su Ziling knew nothing about this. By the end of April, mushrooms had all emerged in the villages she visited last year.

She took Su Yong and his brother to every village to teach them how to identify mushrooms. Now, six to seven hundred kilograms of mushrooms are delivered to their village every day.

Su Ziling was also very busy. While taking care of the mushroom workshop, he also had to prepare lunch for passers-by.

By the time she discovered them, Grandpa Su and the others had looked extremely haggard. They couldn't even muster the energy to eat and looked very worried.

"Mom, what's going on? Are the crops not growing well?" She thought to herself, this shouldn't be the case. She had checked and they were growing well.

Mother Su sighed, "It's growing well, but I don't know what happened to the corn. It's infested with insects. The dark corn seedlings have been gnawed to pieces. There's insect feces all over the corn seedlings."

"Your father, grandpa and I have been catching corn for several days in a row. We catch corn in the front, but corn grows in the back. We catch corn in one field a day. By the time we finish catching all the corn, I'm afraid the corn will be in bloom. If we continue like this, I'm afraid we won't get any corn this year."

Su Ziling was stunned. She was so focused on the potatoes that she ignored the corn.

The leaves were eaten to pieces and there was a lot of insect feces...

Su Ziling frowned. "Does that worm grow exclusively in corn cobs? They are fat, some are green, some are brown? They have spots on their backs?"

"Yes, yes, yes, you saw it too?" Su's mother nodded repeatedly.

Su Ziling shook his head. "I haven't seen it, but I know it's called a borer. When it grows up, it will turn into a small yellow moth and form pupae. Moreover, if it targets the crops, they will be ruined."

Even in modern times, spraying pesticides a few more times will result in a 10 to 20 percent reduction in yield, let alone in ancient times when there were no pesticides.

When the whole family heard Su Ziling say that he was blind, they panicked. "What should we do? We didn't encounter this in the past few years, but this year there are suddenly so many. Every household is complaining. We can't catch all the insects even if we get up early and stay up late every day."

"A lot? Aren't ours the only one with it?" Su Ziling frowned when he heard that every household had it. Is this considered an insect plague?

Grandpa Su put down his bowl and couldn't eat a single bite of rice. "A lot, every household has them. Eighty percent of the corn seedlings are infested with worms."