The fertile water of farming does not flow to outsiders' fields

Although pretending to ignore Xue's father's eyes, Xue Yinsong finally cooked 10 more dumplings. Xue's father sat on the stool contentedly, took a bite of garlic and dumpling and sighed: "Is there anything better than dumplings in this life?" ? Tiger, your father hasn't touched meat for several months, and today I am satisfied to eat my son's big meat dumplings, these dumplings are really delicious."

Xue Yinsong snorted and said, "It's a whole catty of meat stuffing, it can be wrapped in one meal, isn't it delicious?"

"What?! A catty of meat?!" Father Xue jumped up, took off his shoes and chased him to beat him, "You prodigal son! Your wings have grown hard? How dare you buy a catty of meat to make dumplings!"

Xue Yinsong accidentally said something wrong, and hurriedly ran around the stone table: "Hey! This meat is not spent on your money!"

"Fart! Do you dare to say that this is not my money? I raised you with shit and urine, and your money is my money!" Father Xue was panting after chasing him, holding onto the stone table and glaring at him. : "If your short-lived mother knows that you are sloppy, she will definitely crawl out of the coffin and scold you, a catty of meat! You are so greedy for enjoyment that you will be wrapped up in one meal!"

The little scholar rushed over when he heard the commotion in the backyard, saw the two of them facing each other at the table, and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

The old man Xue didn't even like the little scholar, he felt that the four characters 'I love spending money' were written on Bai Shengsheng's face: "He cut a catty of meat to make dumplings today, and you don't care about him, this family If you are going to be defeated by him, let's see how you live in the future!"

The little scholar was taken aback, he never cared about what he ate or bought, so he hurriedly said after hearing this: "Uncle Xue...do you think there is less meat? How about asking Brother Xue to buy two catties of meat dumplings tomorrow?"

When old man Xue heard about the two catties of meat, he immediately sat down on the ground and beat his chest: "My God, my land, you prodigal sons are just wasting money... Don't take waste money seriously..."

Xiao Xiucai was dumbfounded, quickly pulled Xue Yinsong over and asked, "What's going on?"

Xue Yinsong frowned and said: "Don't worry about him, it's just this picky look. In the past, people in our village were poor, and anyone who made dumplings would only be willing to cut 2 taels of meat. Today I cut a catty, and he howled to death with his own father." Same!"

Little Xiucai rushed to help Xue's father, but he threw him away, a little embarrassed, Xue Yinsong turned back and said to the people on the ground: "It's cold in the beginning of winter today, and my back hurts after sitting for a long time, so I paid for the medicine myself!" After speaking, he took the little scholar and left.

The little scholar hurriedly broke free from him and said, "Your father is still sitting on the ground!" Xue Yinsong dragged him to the front yard without looking back, "Don't worry about him, the more you talk to him, the more he howls, you have to go Will you sleep?"

The little Xiucai was pushed into the room by him, and after thinking about it, he couldn't be relieved, and then went to have a look, but Xue Yinsong grabbed him and said, "You can read when you don't sleep, you are not allowed to see him."

The little scholar said: "At least it's your father, why do you treat him like this?"

Xue Yinsong said: "I know it in my heart." Then he said loudly in the direction of the backyard: "Old man Xue, if you keep humming around, be careful that you won't have any dumplings tonight!"

Sure enough, the scolding in the backyard stopped abruptly, the little scholar widened his eyes, and said after a long while: "As expected, like a son, like a father."

Xue Yinsong sat with Xiao Xiucai for a while before going to the backyard. He saw Father Xue was boiling water and washing dishes. Seeing him coming, he said, "I just took a look at the animals. They are not looking well. They need to be given some medicine." Although Xue's father is delicious and greedy, he is good at farm work. Xue Yinsong asked humbly: "I also feed and clean frequently, what's wrong?"

Father Xue walked to the side of the rabbit pen and said, "Your rabbit must have eaten the grass with morning dew, and you have a little diarrhea. Look at this rabbit dung, it is so soft that it has been trampled into mud. Normal rabbit dung should be one piece at a time. Rabbits are the most stingy, they can drink water but grass can’t carry water, what kind of weather do you think this is? It’s the beginning of winter, people would have diarrhea after eating the morning dew, not to mention this hairy animal. Remember carefully, this fine-haired animal begins with the cold dew—if it is too cold, it would have started at the autumnal equinox, and the grass hayed in the morning must be dried in the sun before it can be eaten.”

Xue Yinsong hurriedly nodded to remember, Father Xue walked to the pigsty again, a chestnut hit him on the forehead and said: "I told you many times, the grass cut on the mountain must be boiled before feeding the pigs, look at it." You pig, with a big belly and thin legs, and no meat on your butt, you must have worms in your stomach after eating raw food!"

Xue Yinsong rubbed his head and laughed: "You are always so bright! There is only one pot in my house, so people and pigs can't eat in the same pot, right?"

"There are only four people, and you cook with the charcoal stove you use to warm the fire in winter. You can't be sloppy with this pig food. You will lose weight in one year and two years. If you don't raise the meat well this year, the pigs will not grow up next year. .From today onwards, all hogweed must be boiled. I will tell you some medicines. You go to the mountain to find them and feed them to rabbits and pigs. Pull water, not to mention growing meat and holding cubs, it is hard to survive!"

Xue Yinsong nodded hurriedly, and dragged Father Xue to the chicken coop: "Father, look at the chicken, the newly bought one won't lay eggs."

Father Xue grabbed three chickens, rubbed his brows and said, "You foolish cub has been deceived. These chickens are all capons. This capon is very similar to a half-grown hen. The only way to tell the difference is to touch the belly." Is there any wound on the side? This is the usual capon method. The rooster refuses to eat well and loves to fight when it starts to whip. If you have a chicken, you will be willing to eat long meat."

Xue Yinsong was stupefied when he heard this, and quickly flattered him: "Father, you are so good, why don't you come and see the geese and ducks again?" Father Xue looked at the ducks and geese seriously again and said, "The ducks are starting to grow oily. You can eat it this winter, is this goose okay, it’s just a little thinner, why don’t you feed it if you haven’t cut it?”

Xue Yinsong hurriedly said: "It was cut, it was cut, but the grass is hard to find, and there are too many animals grazing at home, so I didn't pay much attention to these two geese."

"Tiger," Father Xue looked at him with a serious expression on his face, "Have you forgotten what Dad told you before? This animal is just like a child. If you don't treat it well, how can it like you? You are so careless. Raising geese, you can still expect it to take good care of the house in the future? Although this animal can’t speak, it can understand very well in its heart. Do you remember the old goat at home? The family came to look for me, the intestines were all exposed, but it refused to die, and when I saw me at home, it closed its eyes only after shedding two lines of tears, what a sin..."

Xue Yinsong remembered that old sheep, born in the winter, the weakest of a litter of cubs, and the buyer refused to take it, so his father wrapped it in his cotton-padded jacket and cooked rice soup to feed it every day. After raising it for seven or eight years, it became a fine old man, and went up to the mountains to graze every day and went home after dark.

Xue Yinsong replied: "I remember."

Father Xue shook his head and looked at him: "You used to follow me and didn't pay attention, but now you can still expect you to listen carefully?"

Xue Yinsong replied affirmatively: "Father, don't worry, I will definitely learn how to do farm work in the future! I will go up the mountain to cut the medicines you say." He turned around to get the sickle, and saw the little scholar standing behind him , I don’t know how long I stood there, and said with a smile: “Brother Xue doesn’t know how to do farm work. Seeing that you have done well in the front line, you are bluffing me, a layman!”