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

On the way back, I met a lot of people, and saw that they were eating wild vegetables and snails, which made everyone look back frequently.

"Didn't I say that the old Su family's life has become better by selling tofu? Why are they selling wild vegetables and snails? And the snails can't be eaten, right?"

"How do I know? It wasn't Zhu Yu who said that his family's life has gotten better. Can you believe what she says? Just listen!"

"This person is just idle. He has nothing to do all day long. He has a long life in the east and a short time in the west."

"You are wrong about that. She has been so busy recently that she has shed some layers of her skin!"

"How to say?"

"What else can I say? The family was separated a few days ago. I heard that the second child's family didn't receive anything."

"If you don't get a share, it can't be better than the family. As hardworking as the couple are, their lives will only be better than those of the boss and his family!"

"That's true, but you haven't said it yet. Why do you shed your skin?"

"Think about it, before the family was separated, all the work in the family was owned by the second and second eldest couple. This Zhu Yu was like a eldest lady, with no fingers to touch the spring water. Now the family is suddenly separated. , according to the old lady’s temperament, this housework will most likely fall on Zhu Yu.”

"She probably won't do it."

"Don't do it? Ha! I definitely won't do it. That's why I said I had to shed a layer of skin. Don't you know how busy their house is these days?"

……

The sounds behind her gradually disappeared, and Su Ziling didn't care. Mainly because she didn't care. The bucket of snails was too heavy. Her hands were red from squeezing it, and she couldn't move it with both hands.

"I can't, I can't, I can't carry it anymore. You go back and ask dad to pick me up." Su Ziling put the bucket on the ground and refused to leave.

Su Zimu looked at the distance and saw that there wasn't much left. "Then you wait here. I'll go back and call Dad."

When Father Su arrived, she was moving slowly, no faster than a snail.

"I'll do it." Su's father took the bucket, "Why are you picking up so many? Are you keeping them for fun?"

Su Ziling wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Eat it." Su's father made a move and looked at her with confusion on his face, "Is this thing edible?"

"sure."

When the two returned home, the yard was filled with the scent of lard. When they heard the door open, Axiu ran out of the kitchen holding a piece of golden oil residue.

"Sister, eat!" She stood on tiptoes and raised her hand holding the lard residue high.

Su Ziling bent down and took a bite. The lard residue was still warm. When she bit it down, it was crunchy and oily.

"Is grandma ready?"

"Yeah." Axiu gathered around her, "Sister, why are you picking up so many snails? Are you knocking them to feed the chickens?"

Su Ziling poured all the snails into the big basin, put some water in it, grabbed a handful of salt and threw it in to spit out the sand for the snails.

After doing this, she stood up and pinched Axiu's face. It was probably because she had eaten better during this period that her face started to look a little fleshy.

"You'll know tomorrow!" She pretended to be mysterious.

As night falls, the full moon hangs on the treetops.

The moonlight is like water, sprinkling silver frost on the ground.

There was a candle in the kitchen, and Su Ziling was still frying peanuts, making red oil chili peppers, and frying whistles.

She thought that the pot was full of oil, so she should cook it all at once, so as not to be in a hurry tomorrow morning due to lack of time.

The oil for red oil chili is also lard. She first fried it with peppercorns, grass fruits, star anise, coriander, onions, ginger and garlic until fragrant, and then slowly poured the oil into the chili bowl, stirring it while pouring.

The overbearing aroma of red oil chili goes straight into people's noses. This little smell makes people's heads rise as soon as they smell it. As soon as it smells, their mouths water. A whole family of greedy people ran to the kitchen to have a look. When they saw it was chili, they left again. opened.

The last step is fried whistle. I don’t have bean paste at home, so Su Ziling uses a little glutinous rice pepper, plus pepper powder, soy sauce, green onion, ginger, garlic, grass fruit, and a small amount of sugar to enhance the freshness. She doesn’t add too much salt. , because there are few whistles, too salty will also affect the taste.

She also dug out all the rice wine that Mr. Su had collected for a long time and poured some of it into it to sterilize it. If the business was not good, it could be kept for two more days.

Late at night, there was a strong smell of meat sauce in the Su family's yard. When the wind blew, the smell floated far away, and many children screamed with greed when they smelled it.

After everything was done, it was already late at night. Su Ziling lay on the bed with her tired body, and she went to see Duke Zhou before her mind could turn around.

The next day, it was just dawn, and there was a thick fog floating halfway up the mountain. Dewdrops were still hanging on the grass on the roadside, and the dewdrops were glowing in the sun. There were clear and crisp chirping of birds in the forest, which was inexplicably fascinating. It feels a bit like being in a fairyland.

Liu Guilan and his wife got up early, packed themselves up, had a few bites of rice, fed the chickens at home, locked the door and went to Lao Su's house.

Thinking about the ten cents of wages, the two of them thought that they couldn't let them down and had to go there early to see if there was anyone they could help with.

The crops haven't grown yet, so I can help with more work. When the grass grows in the ground and fertilization is needed, we may not be able to work anymore.

But they don't have much land, and they can't delay for a few days. They can make money by then. Twenty cash a day, which is six hundred cash a month. How much coarse grains will they have to buy?

The more Su Guangbai thought about it, the more he felt that this day was becoming more and more promising. He even felt that if he worked for a year this year, he could buy a piglet tomorrow, and then he could kill the New Year pig during the Chinese New Year!

The old rice and sweet potato porridge made by the old Su family for breakfast was the same one Su Ziling bought last time. Mother Su and A'nai Su were reluctant to put it away when cooking, just like medicine, they would grab a handful every time.

Su Ziling took one look and felt that she was about to get worms, so before going to bed last night, she mentioned to Su's mother that she had eaten soft, glutinous and sweet old rice sweet potato porridge this morning.

The porridge was also served with a few cold vegetables. What was particularly rare was that Su Mu chopped some lean meat into the porridge, which made the porridge taste even more fragrant due to the oily smell.

Mother Su didn't want to take out the fried whistle and was thinking about selling it to make money. She also said that after making money from now on, she could eat it whenever she wanted. She didn't want this bite now.

When Liu Guilan and his wife came over, the old Su family's meal had just been finished.