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

"By the way, let me tell you something." Su Ziling's face suddenly turned serious.

Shen Xingye sat up straight, "You said, I will do everything I can for you, and I will find a way to do anything I can't do for you."

Su Ziling told him about buying land to build a workshop. "I asked around. There are a lot of chicken mushrooms in that village. I want to build a small workshop there so that I can make chicken mushroom oil."

"It's mainly because the distance is too far, otherwise I would have asked them to deliver it to their homes. If we build a workshop in their village, it will not only be convenient for them, but also for people in several nearby villages."

"By then, everyone can send their mushrooms here, and selling mushrooms can also increase a lot of income. When the mushrooms are gone, we can also change the mushroom workshop into a sweet potato workshop, so that one workshop can serve two purposes."

Shen Xingye was speechless, his eyes said, "That's it?"

"I thought it was a big deal. You want to buy land, right? It's a small matter. I'll ask Changce to go there and approve a larger piece of land for you at once. Or I can find workers for you and build it all at once."

"No need for that," Su Ziling shook his head. "As long as the land is approved, I would like to ask the villagers for help in building the house. This will help us get closer to each other and also allow them to earn some money to supplement their family expenses."

"Okay, I'll get it done as soon as possible. Is it urgent?"

Su Ziling nodded, "It's better to hurry up. The Alpinia arborescens has started to appear in the past two days, and the other mushrooms will probably start to appear as well."

I think back to last year when I took the mushroom jam to Beijing to sell. The supply was in short supply and the demand was so great that it was sold out as soon as it arrived, without even a chance to enter the warehouse.

The silver poured into his pockets. His old man ate a lot of it, too. Every time he shipped some money back, he would first give him three or five jars.

But the old man was not satisfied. Three or five jars were not enough for him. He had a big appetite, ate quickly, and ate vegetables roughly. He could eat three bowls of mushroom sauce with rice.

Moreover, this old man is very good at showing off. When he hears others say that mushroom sauce is hard to buy and delicious, he will come up and say: "Is it hard to buy? I don't feel that way. My son sends me 10 or 20 jars of it every 10 days or half a month. I can't finish them all. They are piled up at home."

Good fellow, since they couldn't get any from the shop, they turned their attention to the old man and praised him directly, "Oh, the prince is still capable."

"Yes, it's only been a short time since he took office, but he has already achieved so many political achievements. I think it's only a matter of time before he gets promoted."

"That's right, that's right. I've watched him grow up since he was young. He's very smart."

He probably wouldn’t feel anything when praising other old men, but he got excited when praising Shen Xingye.

He waved his hand and said, "I'll take whatever you want. I'll give it to you the next time the stock arrives."

In this way, many times half of the goods were snatched away before they even arrived at the house.

Last year, there was enough mushroom jam, ten times as much as the year before, but it was still not enough to sell, so Shen Xingye was very happy when he heard her say that she wanted to build a workshop.

"Okay, leave it to me. I'll give you the contract in two days." Shen Xingye patted his chest and promised.

"Miss Su, the chicken here has been prepared. Do you want to do it yourself or teach the chef?" Changce walked in from outside.

"I'll go," Su Ziling put down the teacup, "I'll go to the restaurant after dinner and try to finish touring the village over there in the next two days. I have to go back to the village."

"Okay, you can go back after you finish patrolling the next county, and teach the rest to other people. If they don't understand something, let them come and ask you." In fact, Shen Xingye had said that she just needed to stay in the county.

Look at the nearby villages and teach others. But Su Ziling is not very reassured. After all, it is the first time to plant, and the whole Nanning Prefecture is used as a pilot. If anything goes wrong, she cannot bear the responsibility.

The most important thing is to get everyone to grow more food so that everyone can have enough to eat.

For dinner, we had chicken soup with chicken mushrooms. The chicken was very big and there were a lot of chicken mushrooms. The mushrooms had opened their caps and could not be kept until the next day, so Su Ziling simply stewed them in a pot.

The three of them definitely couldn't finish it, so they took out half and shared it with the cook and the servants.

There were three of them, half a pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms, a bowl of stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of spicy dried radish, and this was a gift from Su Ziling.

The three of them finished off the two dishes and one soup. Shen Xingye touched his stomach and said, "These fresh mushrooms are so delicious. It's a pity that the old man can't eat them."

The journey is too long. Even if it is just bone, it would probably go bad if it is sent to the capital.

"Wait for me to dry some, and then you can take them back. You can also stew chicken with dried mushrooms. Although it's not as fresh as fresh ones, the taste is still good."

Hearing Su Ziling's words, Shen Xingye's eyes lit up, "Okay, then remember to help me dry it, and I'll give you the money later."

Seeing him like this, Su Ziling became more curious about his father. He scolded his father as an old man every day, but he was always the first one to think of when there was something good.

Before it got dark, Su Ziling went to take a look at the restaurant. Although it was already evening, there were still many people in the restaurant.

Everyone was eating black bean hotpot. As soon as I stepped into the lobby, I heard a lot of noise and all the seats were occupied.

Three or five people sat at a table, eating hotpot and drinking wine. Everyone was excited, their faces flushed from the spiciness, but they simply couldn't stop eating and got more and more addicted.

She took a special look and saw that most of the dishes were black bean hotpot, and very few were mushroom hotpot.

But the dried mushrooms are almost sold out, and now we are just waiting for the fresh mushrooms to come out.

Su Yongan was so busy that he had no time to raise his head. The abacus was clacking. Feeling the shadow in front of him, he raised his head with a smile.

When he found out it was Su Ziling, the smile on his face became more genuine, "Why are you here? Have you eaten yet? If not, I'll prepare a pot for you."

"I've eaten. How's business?" Su Ziling leaned against the counter, his eyes fixed on the hall.

"What else can we do? It's still as explosive as ever. Look, people are still coming in at this hour."

Seeing the guests coming in, Su Yongan put on a professional smile and said, "Sorry, the table is full today and we are not accepting guests. You can make a reservation first and come early tomorrow."

"No seats again?" the man muttered, "Boss, we didn't get to eat last time we came here. Can't you expand your shop a little bit and add a few more tables?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you can make a reservation here. If you make a reservation, you can get an extra vegetarian dish. What do you think?"

"Then order one, otherwise who knows when you can eat it."

A few people began to fill out information and receive number tags. They could go to the table the next day based on the name on the number tag.

After they left, Su Yongan turned to look at Su Ziling, "Look, your face is frozen from smiling. No, I have to put up a closing sign first."

He put down the abacus, trotted out to hang up the closing sign, and came back breathing a sigh of relief.

"Boss, you decide. This restaurant can't accommodate so many customers. Some will leave every day."

Su Ziling touched his nose and looked at the restaurant across the street again. "How much silver do you think it would cost to buy it?"