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

"Yeah, not only are you not mentally prepared, we are not either. Look how scared grandma is by you, she hasn't recovered yet."

Shen Xingye's face froze, and he turned to look at Grandma Su, looking embarrassed, "Grandma, are you okay?"

Grandma Su waved her hands and drank some water to calm herself down.

Lu Yan calmly caught the borers on the corn cobs and placed them on the bamboo tube between him and Grandpa Su.

Although the insects have been killed twice, there will still be some that slip through the net, so you have to catch them when you see them, otherwise they will continue to eat corn.

Looking at his actions, Shen Xingye's face was full of disgust, "Why did you catch him instead of stepping on him to death?"

Lu Yan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, with a hint of mockery and a hint of laughter in his eyes.

"what!"

Shen Xingye was so angry that he laughed. He pointed at Lu Yan and asked Su Ziling, "Sister Xiaoqing, what was that expression on his face just now? He was laughing at me, right? I saw it. He was laughing at me!"

Before Su Ziling could speak, Lu Yan sighed, his tone full of helplessness, "It can still be saved."

"What else can you do with bugs? Of course you can use them as a snack for the chicken. You can't just fry them in a pot at night and give them to you, right?"

Shen Xingye: "..."

Thinking of the fat bug, Shen Xingye was so scared that he shivered and muttered to himself, but his body sat back obediently.

"That's not necessary. I'm not blessed enough to enjoy such a good thing. I'll leave it to you."

He was still a little scared when he peeled it again. The thing was not very lethal, but it was disgusting, especially when it moved.

"I hope the ones behind me don't have bugs, or if there are bugs, they won't be so sudden, giving me a chance to buffer."

Su Ziling was amused by him and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Well," Lu Yan nodded, "Tell it later that it should say hello to you next time it comes out."

Su Ziling: "..."

Shen Xingye gritted his teeth, and the sound almost came out from his back teeth. "I just think slowly, I'm not stupid."

Seeing how scared he was, Su Ziling asked curiously, "Didn't you peel a whole basket of flowers? Why didn't you peel even one?"

Shen Xingye was stunned at first, and then he realized that Su Ziling was looking at him. His expression became stiff. He didn't dare to look at her directly. He lowered his head and peeled the shell.

He said: "I was lucky, I didn't encounter it."

Lu Yan chuckled, "How dare you agree to that? And you even mentioned a flower basket. Do you mean the one over there?"

He pointed at the small backpack in the corner that could probably hold only three or four corn cobs.

Su Ziling took a look and saw that the backpack was the one Ah Xiu used to carry when she was a child. It was very small and could barely hold anything.

Now that she has grown up, she doesn't carry the backpack anymore, but the backpack is still intact, so apart from using it to hold seeds when planting, it's really useless for most other purposes.

"That's a bit insulting. If it was that one, I would have to peel at least two baskets of fish!" Shen Xingye said with his neck stiff.

Seeing that he was really scared, Su Ziling pointed to the shade nearby and said, "If you are scared, go over there to cool off. We can peel it here."

"I'm not afraid, don't listen to Lu Yan's nonsense," Shen Xingye waved his hand, peeling the fruit while not forgetting to eat.

By the time of Shenshi (15:00-17:00), the sun was no longer so hot, and Su Ziling and the others gathered their things and prepared to go down to the field.

Shen Xingye and Changce also returned home. There were a lot of things to do in the county every day, and he really had to go back.

Chang Ce was packing his things aside, and Shen Xingye looked at Lu Yan angrily, "You're not going back?"

Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and said while putting on his hat, "No, there is nothing for me to do in the county."

Shen Xingye gnashed his teeth in hatred, and he didn't want to go back.

"Okay, I've packed a little of each pickle for you. I didn't take too much. If it touches oil, it will go bad. I'll take this much for now. You can come back for more when you're done."

Su Ziling put the pickles in a small jar for him. Each jar could hold about one bowl.

She also took out the basket of bitter melons that she had picked in the morning and poured them directly into the sack, tied it up and put it aside.

"Take this chayote back with you, and use the bones to make some soup. Peel the chayote and cut it into dices or slices. You can eat it after boiling it. You don't need to add any other seasonings, just a little salt. This is relatively easy to make. Just tell the chef."

"By the way, since you like cakes, I packed some of each for you and put them all in here."

"As for Junzijiang, you can ask someone to come and pull it another day. You guys are riding horses today, otherwise you can just pull it back on the way."

Shen Xingye nodded, "Okay, let's ask them to come over in a couple of days. I also want to take a horse carriage directly to the village. The road is not open yet. I took a look when I came here today. It should be almost open in another half a month."

The construction of the road was much slower than Su Ziling had expected. He originally thought that it could be dug before August 15, but the insect plague at that time delayed it for a lot of time, and it rained for several days afterwards.

It took about half a month in total, and then I was busy with weeding, applying manure, spraying pesticides for the second time and autumn harvest.

Now it’s September and the tunnel hasn’t been dug through yet.

Shen Xingye and Chang Ce left, and Lu Yan followed Su Ziling and the others to work in the fields. They got up before dawn every day, brought back some corn, had breakfast, and then continued working.

I would come back at noon to have lunch, rest for an hour when it was not so hot, and then go back to the fields.

After five days of hard work, all the corn was harvested and all the corn stalks in the field were cut down.

After harvesting the corn, Su Mu and his family started to busy themselves with turning over the sweet potato vines, and Su Zizhong and his family also started to set up their stall.

The corn in the field had been harvested, but the house was also filled with corn cobs. Afraid that the ones at the bottom would sprout, Su's father and his family spent two days turning over the sweet potato vines.

After turning the fields, he stayed at home and started shelling corn. This year, Ji Yunchu and Su Yonghe's land was planted more, so the yield of corn was more than three times that of last year.

In previous years, we would peel the shells and dry them for a few days before threshing. This year, that’s not possible as there is no place to dry them.

So two leaves are left on each corn cob, six are tied into a knot, and finally hung in bunches on the beams.

This way the corn dries faster and doesn't take up much space, so you can shred as much as you need. The only drawback is that mice will always come and eat it.

As September came, the weather became much cooler. Thinking that some of the bitter melons in the wasteland had already matured, I thought of picking them first.

Otherwise, it will fall off naturally when it is ripe, and if it is broken, it will not be able to become seeds.

Su's mother and her family sat on the doorstep peeling corn husks. After peeling for several days, their fingers could no longer bear it.

Su Ziling asked the old man to cut a few bamboo strips, one for each person. It would be much easier to use the bamboo strips to pry open the shell and then peel it. There was no need to tear it directly with the hands, which saved a lot of effort.

Su Ziling found a few sacks, carried a backpack, and took a shoulder pole. "Mother, I'm going to the wasteland to pick the yellow chayote. Remember to come and pick me up in the afternoon."

As she spoke she led the cows out, put saddles on them, and finally took out the racks.

"Picking bitter melons? Can you do it alone? Ask your father to go with you." Su's mother looked back and spoke without stopping her hands.