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

"Look good! Be more restrained, your smile is too bright." Looking at the row of big white teeth, Su Ziling stretched out a hand.

"If you have the time, help me pull out this Bidens thorn grass. It's so annoying."

Although the weeds were pulled out once when the corn was in bloom, there were inevitably some that slipped through the net, and some that grew later.

This thing is so annoying. One plant has many flowers, and each flower has thirty or forty Bidens pilosa. If it falls to the ground, the whole field will be densely packed with Bidens pilosa next year.

Shen Xingye's face was full of disgust. He pulled out his clothes while looking at them with disgust. "What the hell are you wearing?"

"What do you know? Go in there and try to crawl into the corn forest. You'll come out covered in wounds."

Su Ziling didn't even raise his head and urged him, "Pull it out quickly, hurry up."

Seeing him throwing the pulled out Bidens pilosa into other people's fields, she laughed and said, "Don't throw it into other people's fields, throw it on the stems, otherwise it will sprout when it rains."

"Oh." He responded obediently and threw the pulled out Bidens pilosa onto the ground.

"By the way, why are you here?"

"I visited the villages that were hit by insect pests. The harvests were not affected much. In addition, several families applied fertilizers according to the time you mentioned. The harvests were a little higher than in previous years. Seeing that they had all started to harvest, I thought it was almost time for you to harvest the crops, so I came to see how it was going. How much has the harvest increased?"

Su Ziling glanced at the lush sweet potato field and suddenly asked, "Have you ever eaten sweet potato tips?"

Shen Xingye was a little confused, but he still shook his head and answered honestly, "No."

"That's perfect. I'll pick a handful and fry some for you. The sweet potato tips are the best at this time of year and are very tender."

Shen Xingye: "..."

"Harvest," he reminded.

"The harvest," she patted the grass debris on her pants after pulling out the last Bidens pilosa. "It's not bad. I haven't calculated the exact amount yet. I'll see after the harvest. But I can be sure that the yield increase is higher than the 20% originally said."

She pursed her lips and was silent for a moment. "Conservatively speaking, a 30% increase in production is still possible."

"thirty!!!"

"So many?" he murmured. "What about other families?"

Su Ziling shook his head. "I'm not sure. If there is manure, it can increase by 20 to 30 percent. If there is no manure, the worst case is 10 to 15 percent."

"This is just the yield of corn. We also planted soybeans and red beans in the field, and sunflower seeds on the edge of the field. After harvesting the red beans and soybeans, we planted a batch of sweet potatoes on the ridges of the corn field. Although the harvest is a little late, the yield will only be higher, not lower. If you calculate it this way, it is more than 30%."

Shen Xingye quickly came to his senses, "Not counting beans and sunflower seeds, just corn, sweet potatoes, and early spring, if you calculate this way, other people's land can only be planted twice a year, but with your method, you can plant three times? And the yield is only higher, not lower?"

"Smart!" Su Ziling snapped his fingers, took the backpack brought by Grandpa Su and the others, and looked at the steamed buns and food boxes inside.

The steamed buns were wrapped in banana leaves, with pickles on the upper layer of the food box and a large pot of soup on the lower layer.

They didn't bring any bowls, but only bamboo cups. When they went to work in the fields, their family always used bamboo cups to bring food. Bamboo cups wouldn't break, but bowls would break easily if bumped, and even if they didn't break, there would be a chip on them.

She took out the things and looked around for a long time but couldn't find the chopsticks. She muttered, "I think I forgot to take the chopsticks."

She put the steamed bun back, walked to the side, broke off a piece of dried mugwort, took out a piece of suitable length, cut it with a sickle, polished it smooth, and then handed it to Shen Xingye.

Shen Xingye was confused and didn't understand what she was doing, but he still picked up the phone obediently.

Su Ziling quickly cut out three pairs of dumplings, handed each of them a steamed bun, and took out the pickles. Considering that Su's mother and the others had not eaten yet, she simply picked out a little bit of each vegetable.

Pour some water, wash the banana leaves, and put the vegetables directly on them.

"Eat quickly, and then I'll take you for a walk."

Shen Xingye looked at the sloppy chopsticks in his hand and the slightly gray steamed bun, took a big bite, and murmured, "You didn't even ask us if we had eaten."

"Ah? Have you eaten it?" Su Ziling broke the steamed bun in half and spread the sauce directly into it, then put some pickles in it.

After hearing what he said, I stretched out my hand and said, "Give it back to me. It just so happens that I didn't do your part."

"No!" Shen Xingye turned away like a naughty child, taking a bite of steamed bun and a bite of pickles, eating them with relish. If you didn't know him, you would think he was eating some delicacies from the land and the sea.

"You know what, eating in the mountains is so delicious. The steamed buns with pickles taste like braised pork."

“Did you make all these pickles?”

"Yeah." Su Ziling ate with big mouthfuls, feeling a little choked, and scooped another cup of soup, "Soy milk, do you want some?"

"Yes!" he responded loudly.

Su Ziling scooped a cup for each of them, "If it's not enough, just tell me, there's more."

"It's delicious! It has a strong pepper flavor and the right amount of saltiness. Sister Xiaoqing, you are amazing."

Hearing his praise, Su Ziling did not feel happy, but felt a chill on his back.

"speak English."

"Oh." His tone was flat and it didn't sound like there was any ups and downs, but Su Ziling knew that at times like this, the subsequent twists and turns were often the most terrifying.

really,

"Can you send me something of each when you go back later? You don't know, the food cooked by the chef in my house is always terrible. Look at me, I've become thinner. Eating the food he cooks every day is like chewing wax. If it weren't for the sake of living, I really don't want to eat it, not even a bite." He cried.

The cook far away in the county: What a big pot.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Ce turned his head and looked at him in disbelief, thinking: Sir, how dare you say such things?

Still losing weight?

You go to restaurants to eat every day, but not only haven't you lost weight, you've become fatter. Yesterday when you were changing clothes, you were complaining that the fabric of your clothes was bad and had shrunk.

Is that shrinkage?

It's obviously you who made it.

Also, the chef in the mansion is even more wronged. You used to like the food he cooked very much, and you even remembered to bring him with you when you took up the post in Yongchang.

Besides, you haven't eaten much at home in the past two months, and you don't want to eat a single bite. You should leave no bite behind.

He silently complained a lot in his heart. Shen Xingye noticed his gaze and glared at him threateningly.

Chang Ce withdrew his gaze, lowered his head to eat his steamed bun, and muttered to himself: I won’t listen, you are just a turtle chanting sutras.

Listening to his voice, he really does look a bit miserable, if you ignore the fact that he's just eating.

Su Ziling looked at Shen Xingye who was eating a steamed bun in big mouthfuls, taking a bite of steamed bun and a bite of pickles, and then taking a sip of soy milk when it was a bit dry. The corners of her mouth twitched. She wanted to remind him that his acting was not very convincing.

Before she could say anything, the pickles on the banana leaf were gone. Shen Xingye naturally tapped the banana leaf with chopsticks, "Sister Xiaoqing, the pickles are gone. Pick some more out. I want the preserved vegetables, bracken, and the chili sauce. They are delicious. Spread them on steamed buns and they are sour and spicy. They are appetizing. Give me more of these later."

Su Ziling: "..."

Chang Ce: “…”