Chapter 54 54. A plate of dishes
Idyllic life on the Internet, poetic and romantic.
In reality, pastoral life is like a spinning top.
71-year-old Song Youde got up at around five o'clock.
At dawn, he was already familiar with the old-fashioned military green shoes, carrying a large basket in his hand, and went directly to the fields in the distance.
The milkvetch in the early morning is particularly vigorous and watery, and the lush green is also stained with crystal dewdrops. The low-lying fields are filled with mist, and even in the early morning when the light is not very bright, it is still a romantic scene.
However, the old farmer Song Youde was used to seeing this in his life. At this moment, he had no intention of admiring it at all. Instead, he bent down and quickly and accurately picked handfuls of milkvetch.
Handfuls of milkvetch were put into the basket. Just when the basket was about to be filled, they were pressed down hard by the old hands.
Until the whole basket was heavy, he straightened up with satisfaction and walked slowly home with the basket in his arms.
The time is just six o'clock now.
The house is filled with smoke.
Wang Lifen is getting older, and now her back is slightly hunched, but this does not affect her quick movements.
At this moment, she had already sat in front of two large stoves and lit a fire. Most of the pot of pig food was boiling in the stoves.
Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn and rice bran are all tumbling inside, filling the air with a sweet aroma.
These pig foods are used to feed the five little pigs on the mountain.
Originally, the old couple couldn't do these tasks, but their son and daughter-in-law were too busy every day. They thought that since they were old and had little sleep, they couldn't sleep early, so it didn't take much effort to cook pig food.
This takes over the task.
Song Youde came over, picked up a big shovel and stirred it for a while. It looked like it was almost cooked, and then he mixed the large amount of milkvetch directly into the pot. After just boiling it, the fragrance came to his nostrils.
The piglets are still small, and it is cold in the morning, so Song Youde dare not let them eat dew-laden plants.
Wang Lifen turned off the fire in the stove and couldn't help but twitch her nose:
“We, Tantan, should go home and farm the land. Look at God, how generous we are!”
“As soon as she comes back, whatever is growing in the land will be delicious.”
"During the Chinese New Year, I still felt like my mouth was tasteless and I couldn't feel motivated to eat anything. Now I don't know whether it's because I have to work too much or because the food is so delicious. I have a good appetite every day. I’m hungry!”
The old lady sighed and said with a smile: "It's really a poor life. I can't enjoy the blessings if I have no work to do."
Song Youde also nodded: "I think so too. I used to cough a lot when the weather got cold, but I'm obviously feeling better this time."
Wang Lifen’s smile dropped:
"Throw away the tobacco pouch in your waist, and I'll make sure your lungs will feel better."
Song Youde:…
What do people live their whole lives for? Right?
There are some hobbies that he cannot let go of.
The little old man had such a stubborn and irresponsible idea and pretended not to hear this.
He scooped the cooked pig food into the gourd gourd and poured it into a bucket nearby. While the pig food was cooling, he took out the remaining milkvetch in the basket, squatted in front of the cutting board in the yard, and said, "Wipe it." "Case" and started cutting.
After the milkvetch was chopped into small pieces and mixed with chopped corn and a little bit of millet, Song Sancheng also came over.
He carried a pair of burdens, placed a large pig food bucket on each side, and then put the chopped wild vegetables on it.
At the same time, he also ordered:
Wang Lifen also remembered: "Are there any ducks? That's just in time. My chickens have also hatched. After raising them for a few days, they look quite strong. There are about seventy or eighty of them. I'll ask your dad to bring them over to you later. ”
Song Sancheng was not polite at all. He picked up the pole and told the old lady: "Mom, you will go home and make breakfast later. Someone in Tantan wants a hundred pounds of vetch. They The three of us went to the fields early in the morning, so we probably won’t have time to make breakfast.”
One hundred pounds!
Wang Lifen couldn't help but be speechless: "Nowadays, life is different from before. There are more rich people and they are willing to eat."
But think about the taste of this milkvetch - just look at the pigs barking on the mountain every day, grabbing food as if they haven't eaten it for eight hundred years, you know how delicious it is!
However, the old lady is not willing to sit around the stove at home, and she is quite arrogant at the moment:
“Then let’s eat whatever we want in the morning. I’ll boil the dumplings a little, and then use the milk vetch to make a vegetable pancake. Then I have to eat quickly because I have to go up the mountain to pick tea!”
This tea leaves are so thick and thick, completely different from before!
The four people invited yesterday each picked more than five kilograms.
The old lady was old, her eyesight was dazzled, and her hands were slow. She only picked less than four kilograms, and she was secretly depressed when she came back.
It’s one hundred yuan a day!
The old lady takes this seriously as a career.
Song Sancheng was also helpless:
“Mom, look at you, you don’t have to be so tired from your own work. Tantan has already said that she would pay you both a salary, but you still don’t want it..."
Song Youde snorted: "Just do some farm work. What's the salary? What's the point if I can't eat what you grow?"
The older you get, the more childlike you become. Sometimes if you say something wrong, the couple will get angry.
Song Sancheng simply stopped talking. At this moment, he picked up the shoulder pole and wandered towards the back mountain.
Oops, how else can I say that I didn’t eat in vain during this time!
Because I am getting older, my waist used to feel a little strained when carrying burdens. It's better now, the wind blows under my feet every day, just like a young man!
The road into the back mountain has been slightly smoothed by them during this period, and it is now stable to walk on.
The little pigs seemed to have heard the sound from far away. The sound in the pig pen became louder and louder. It was heartbreaking. I don’t know what kind of torture they thought they were suffering.
Song Sancheng remembers that in the past, pigs were raised until dinner time. Although the pigs also barked, their sounds were completely different from now.
This is also the reason why every time they cook pig food, they have to dry it at home until the temperature is right before sending it to the mountains.
In fact, these pigs eat as if they are risking their lives, regardless of whether they are cold or hot.
Pouring the thick pig food into the trough, watching the five little pigs fighting for each other, humming and eating. Song Sancheng couldn't help but reveal an obsessed smile on his face.
He stared at it for a while, and then walked around in the chicken and duck pens that had been built nearby. He didn't find what else needed to be done. Let the old man come and take a look later.
As soon as the chickens and ducks grow older, they can rush up to the mountain at any time.
It’s just that before that, it was not enough to fence the mountain light with a fence. Two more dogs had to be found to watch it.
Just relying on Dabai and the three new little local dogs at home...
Ouch, it’s not enough for one dish!
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard someone shouting from the bottom of the mountain: "Three percent! Are you at home?"
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(End of this chapter)