Chapter 35 35. Milkvetch feeds piglets
Before the sun was too hot, Song Sancheng covered all the mushroom sticks on the mountain with thick straw. Then he put down the fence with satisfaction and went down the mountain.
When I got home, I first went to the back mountain to see the little piglet.
I could hear their snorts from far away. When I looked at them again, I saw that they were three white and two black piglets that had just been fed. They put their heads together and put their mouths into the trough to eat. Not even looking up.
One of them, a black one, was very engrossed in eating. He stretched his whole body in front of the trough, occupying most of the space.
The remaining little white pig was a little smaller and couldn't squeeze in. It was so anxious that it snorted and barked next to it.
Song Sancheng quickly picked up a stick, struck and frightened them, and then corrected their positions.
Looking at the trough again, in addition to some rice bran sweet potatoes, there is also a thick layer of green leaves, which are being fought over by the piglets. The food is extremely sweet!
This is milkvetch! Why do pigs like it so much?
Song Sancheng’s face couldn’t help but reveal the smile of a standard old farmer, and he said with a smile:
“Look at you little pigs, you eat better than people!”
I went to the pig pen to look at the straw again. The thick straw was spread in the shed, which made it look dry and warm.
The leaves in the forest are not fully stretched, and large swaths of sunlight shine in, making them warm and fluffy. There are already some traces in the pig manure tank next to it, which is a good environment for raising pigs.
He then walked back to the front yard with satisfaction.
Ulan had just finished cooking, and Song Sancheng smelled the aroma from far away. He touched his belly:
“What are you eating today?”
˜Qiaoqiao’s cheerful interface from the side:
“Eat pig food!”
“If the piglets eat, we will eat too!”
Song Tan patted his furry head: "Silly treasure." Then he said to Song Sancheng dumbfounded:
“Dad, don’t listen to him. I went to pick a handful of milkvetch at noon. My mother is using it to stir-fry meat. Do you want to try it and see if it tastes good?”
“If it’s delicious, you can make a lot of money!”
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This milkvetch may not have been eaten in the family for many years. Wulan thought about it for a while, then took some minced garlic and sauteed it with lard, then put bacon and cut into sections of milkvetch.
Now the Hulala fire is burning, the green leaves and stems of vegetables and the reddish bacon, the fragrance and meaty aroma are intertwined, and the smell makes people's mouths open.
Qiaoqiao has forgotten the pain of losing her mother pig, and is picking up vegetables with chopsticks:
“I’ll take one bite, and Peppa Pig will take one bite. I’ll take one bite, and George will take one bite. Then I’ll take one bite, and my sister will take one bite…”
Looking at him looking silly, he is quite skilled at using chopsticks.
In a short time, his own bowl was filled to the brim, as if he had mastered the essence of "Liu Xing's cake-sharing method".
Facing such a silly child, what can a family say?
Song Sancheng took a bite, chewed twice and swallowed. He felt that his mouth was full of fragrance and the looming sweetness of wild vegetables, paired with the slightly salty bacon...
Absolutely awesome!
His eyes were bright: "Oh, why does this taste better than wild vegetables? I ate it every day when I was a child, so why don't I think it's delicious? I just know it smells like grass."
Wulan also took a bite and was very confident about the prospect of paying 20 yuan a pound: "Who would be willing to use lard and pork to cook for you when you were a child? You just blanch it in water and it's done."
This is true.
The two of them took care of themselves and explained why the dish was so delicious. Song Tan didn't even have to make excuses.
Then, Song Sancheng remembered:
“Tantan, let’s plant such a large area, let’s see if we can get two beehives here? This milkvetch is a good source of nectar, and the nectar collected by the bees is very sweet.”
“If you want to buy it now, you can’t buy it. No one grows it around.”
There were too many things to do, and she couldn't be so thoughtful at the moment. She nodded in a hurry:
"Yes! Dad, you know so many people, please get a few more boxes. The milkvetch in our field is growing very well, and it will bloom very beautifully when the time comes." Aura honey, just take a spoonful and soak it in water. That taste...
Can't think about it!
Song Tan couldn't wait any longer.
“By the way, Dad, Grandpa Li in the village said that he would let his cows go into the fields to eat this, and then go back to plant rice, and he would help us plow the fields.”
“When the time comes, I will leave the bottom two fields to him for grazing cattle, and I will sell the rest of the milkvetch. It will be difficult for the cattle to eat them.”
After all, it is a cow, and it might get diarrhea while eating, which is not good.
Song Sancheng laughed: "He only has one cow, so why does he need two fields? One field is enough."
"But this milkvetch is really good. I think the pigs are eating well today. After they are cooked in a few days, I will take the time to drive them into the field and let them move around on their own."
It’s just five pigs, and it’s not easy to control them for a while...
Song Sancheng has already begun to think of a solution.
Song Tan laughed: "What's so difficult about that? They are only so small now. In the afternoon I will go to the city to buy some special harnesses for big dogs. Dad, you can take them out for a walk if you have nothing to do."
“Anyway, this pig is mainly for our family to eat well. It doesn’t matter if we exercise more and lose a few pounds of fat.”
Qiaoqiao became excited: "I want it too! Qiaoqiao wants to take the pigs to play!"
That won’t work.
Pigs are smart animals and have feelings after being raised for a long time. When the time comes to kill them for meat, won’t Qiao Qiao cry to death?
Song Sancheng thought about it again and again, but still refused: "Forget it, I can't walk, and I can't bear to walk for a long time. Let them stay in the back mountain. The back mountain is enough for them to walk around. I just need to get more food." ”
Song Tan thought of the experience of raising pigs in his memory. Alas, it was indeed the case.
Then just eat meat, and you won’t be able to cultivate your feelings.
The adults quickly changed the topic. Qiao Qiao pouted and listened for a long time before forgetting about the matter.
However, there is one more thing he remembers -
“I told Dabai that he would look after the pigs for me and I would treat him to biscuits.”
嚯!
Song Tan was also shocked - she had this idea, but she didn't say anything yet?
“When did you discuss this with Dabai?”
Isn’t that vicious big white goose squatting at the door of grandpa’s house every day?
Qiaoqiao snorted: "I have told you so long ago, but now there are no cookies."
Song Tan doesn’t know whether it’s reliable for a goose to look after a pig.
But if this guy's voice really screamed, the sound would be so loud that the whole village would wake up.
It would be really nice to make a siren.
The prerequisite is that Qiaoqiao has to coax him to stop yelling when he is fine, otherwise he will be next to his house when he goes up the mountain, and he will really not be able to sleep when he goes back.
She thought for a moment: "Then take the goose to the bottom field in the afternoon and treat it to a good meal."
It's okay to give it to cows, to pigs, to chickens, ducks and geese...that's not bad either.
The two siblings were making their own arrangements, and Song Sancheng suddenly felt a sense of urgency:
"Then I have to tidy up the goose pen first, as well as the ducks and chickens you want to raise. It's almost time now. I have finished penning the geese in the back hill, and the chicken sheds need to be tidied up."
Probably maybe maybe... is it still available today?
Let’s see when I finish writing.
What else needs to be planted? Let’s think about it together!
(End of this chapter)