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

At midnight, Su Ziling had finished frying the tea leaves, but Mr. Su hadn't come back yet.

She looked at Su's father and said, "Dad, please bring a torch to catch it. It's getting dark today."

Grandma Su stopped him, "No need to go, I guess I got drunk with your two uncles and will be back soon."

After she finished speaking, the sound of dogs barking could be heard everywhere in the village. Su A'nai smiled and said, "Listen, he's back now!"

Sure enough, a moment later, there was a knock on the door, and Su's father opened the door. As soon as the door opened, Mr. Su's eyes were wide open, and his whole body was being held up.

"Yongyuan?" Father Su's voice was slightly surprised, "What is going on?"

Su Yongyuan, the eldest son of the third uncle, helped Mr. Su enter the door with a look of helplessness on his face, "My uncle was happy, so he drank a few more drinks with my father and my fourth uncle."

Su's father also helped, and the two of them helped Mr. Su into the house, "Yongyuan, sit down and have a rest and drink some tea."

Su Yongyuan originally wanted to send Mr. Su back and leave, but when Su's father and others asked him to stay, he stayed for a while.

Su's father poured him a cup of tea, and Su Yongyuan waved his hand, "I won't drink it anymore, I won't drink it anymore, you can just sell it. I heard from my uncle that this tea is very expensive."

"It's all poured, drink it," Su's father pushed the tea towards him, "Don't listen to my father's nonsense, he sold all the valuable ones, and the ones left behind are worthless."

Su Yongyuan then picked up the cup and took a sip, "This tea is indeed delicious."

He couldn't tell what was good about it, but he liked it inexplicably, and the more he drank, the more he liked it.

Ever since Mr. Su gave their two families a pound last time, they have been drinking it every day, and they feel uncomfortable if they don't have a drink after dinner.

"If it tastes good, I'll take some back home later, and bring some to Fourth Uncle by the way." Su's father stood up and added some more to him.

"Then I won't be polite. My fourth uncle will probably be very happy. It's best for him." Su Yongyuan agreed without any politeness and smiled.

Thinking that the sweet potato flour at home was dwindling, Su Ziling thought it was time to buy sweet potatoes, and she didn't know if they had any extra.

Thinking of this, she asked, "Uncle A-Yuan, has your family stocked up on sweet potatoes this year?"

Su Yongyuan paused while drinking tea, "I have indeed stocked up a lot more this year than in previous years."

When Su Ziling heard this, her eyes narrowed, "Are you going to sell it? If so, sell us some."

"You don't have enough at home? If you don't have enough, just carry a few sacks over here. Why don't you sell them?" He smiled and waved his hand.

Su Ziling: "It's not just a few sacks, it's a lot. My family has used up all the supplies, so I thought I'd ask if you have any extra to sell. If so, I'd like to buy some for my family."

Su Yongyuan: "..."

"Everything in your family is gone?"

When he saw Su Ziling nodding, he thought it was a joke. This was coming from new crops. As a result, their family had finished growing all the sweet potatoes before they were even planted!

The corner of his mouth twitched, "I estimate it should be three to four hundred pounds heavier than in previous years. If you need it one day, just come over and get it."

Su Ziling nodded, "My family currently charges three cents for two pounds. If you know who sells it, remember to ask for it."

Old Su's family is at the head of the village, far away from most other houses, and it is not easy to meet them. However, Su Yongyuan's family is in Dazhai, in the middle of the village, and there are many people there. Usually everyone will stop by if they have nothing to do.

"Three cents and two catties?" Su Yongyuan's voice became louder, "No, are you crazy? No one buys these sweet potatoes, and even if someone does buy them, it's only one cent per catty. What are you... trying to do?"

"Uncle A Yuan, to tell you the truth, our family is not selling tofu, but we also have a small stall on the mountain col. These sweet potatoes are just for sale!" Su Ziling planned to tell the truth, after all, they are all from the old Su family. people.

"Selling sweet potatoes?" Su Yongyuan frowned, "Then you won't make much money. You only charge three cents per catty... The price is too high, one cent per catty. Let me ask you."

"It's not about selling sweet potatoes, it's about making them into vermicelli and selling them. The process is a bit complicated, so you can earn hard money. In this way, the unwashed ones cost one penny per catty, and the washed ones without mud cost three pennies or two catties. Then you can help me ask. ask."

Someone must be selling it for one penny per catty. Then you can buy some coarse grains with that money. If it costs three cents or two catties after washing, Su Ziling thinks that everyone will choose to wash it and sell it.

This is good, it saves them some time in washing sweet potatoes.

"Okay, I'll take the time to ask," he agreed, but then he thought, "Are you waiting to use it? I'll ask tomorrow if you want to use it."

Su Ziling: "Don't worry, just give me a confirmation within three to five days."

"Okay, it's getting late, so I'll go back first. I'll ask you about the sweet potatoes when I see them." Su Yongyuan stood up and left.

The night was dark and windy, and there were dark clouds in the sky. The moon was dimly hidden in the clouds and could not be seen clearly.

Su Yongyuan didn't take a torch, so he walked home one step at a time.

The temperature had dropped, and a gust of night wind blew. He wrapped his clothes tightly, but his heart was burning.

Three cents per catty, one hundred catties of sweet potatoes cost one hundred and fifty cents, and brown rice costs only five cents per catty. These one hundred catties of sweet potatoes can be exchanged for thirty catties of brown rice. Brown rice will taste more filling than sweet potatoes.

Their family planted more sweet potatoes last year, and the harvest was better and bigger. He thought, and estimated that he could sell eight to nine hundred catties, or one thousand catties, and then it would be fifteen hundred cents. .

Those who use it to buy brown rice and corn can also eat the new grain.

The more he thought about it, the hotter his heart became, and his steps became much faster.

After Su Yongyuan left, Su's father and the others looked at Su Ziling, "Qing'er, what are your plans?"

Su Ziling nodded, "Yes, I'm thinking of expanding the production of sweet potato noodles. Not only selling hot and sour noodles, we can also sell dry noodles. Then the merchants passing by will rush to buy them, or take them to the county. It’s also convenient to sell inside.”

"There is a little less rain this year, so the situation of tea tree budding is not optimistic. I discovered it when I was frying tea today. The buds this time are far from as good as the ones I picked last time."

Father Su also nodded, "Indeed, there was indeed a lot less rain this year compared to previous years, and the rain fell later this year. When we went to pick tea today, we took a look at the grass in the cornfield and found that The corn leaves have already begun to roll, and if there is no rain for another seven or eight days, I am afraid that they will die from the sun."

When it comes to the problem of rainwater, everyone at home looks sad. Farmers are like this. They have no choice but to rely on the weather for their livelihood.

God rewards us with food, and if the weather is favorable, the crops will be particularly good that year. If God does not reward us, there is nothing we can do about it.

The door to the living room was open, and the cold wind outside the door came in, bringing a slight chill. Su Ziling raised her head and glanced, but she did not see the moon. Only the faint white light made it known that it was covered by clouds.

"The rain is coming soon. I think it will only happen in the next two days."

"Don't think about it, just go to bed and do whatever you have to do when you get up tomorrow." Su A'nai stood up and yawned as she spoke.

"Grandma, do you need hangover soup at my grandpa's place? I'm going to make a bowl." Su Ziling supported her. It was dark and her eyes were not very good, so she was afraid that she might have bumped it.

The little old lady's body is brittle and her skin is not as strong and resistant as that of a child.