Song Tan Jishi

Before the sun was too hot, Song Sancheng covered all the fungus sticks on the mountain with thick straw, and then he put up the seine net and went down the mountain contentedly.

When I got home, I first went to the back mountain to see the little piggy.

I heard them humming from a long distance away, and now I looked again, it was probably just fed, three white and two black piglets, head to head arched their snouts into the trough, eating He didn't lift his head.

Among them, there was a black one who was so absorbed in eating that it laid its whole body in front of the trough, occupying most of the position.

The remaining little white pig was a little smaller, but couldn't squeeze in, and was so anxious that it groaned and screamed beside it.

Song Sancheng quickly picked up a stick, knocked 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 scrambled by the piglets, and the food is extremely sweet!

This is zi vetch! Why do pigs like it so much?

Song Sancheng couldn't help showing a standard old farmer's smile on his face, and said with a smile at this moment:

"Look at you little pigs, they eat better than humans!"

I went to the pigsty to look at the straw. The thick straw was spread in the shed, and it looked dry and warm.

The leaves in the woods are not fully stretched, and large swaths of sunlight are shining in, making them feel warm and fluffy. There are already some traces in the pig manure tank next to it, which is a good environment for raising pigs.

Only then did he circle back to the front yard in satisfaction.

Just as Ulan was cooking, Song Sancheng smelled a scent from a long distance away. He rubbed his belly:

"What are you eating today?"

Qiao Qiao cheerfully interfaced beside him:

"Eat pig food!"

"If the little pig eats it, we will too!"

Song Tan patted his hairy head: "Silly treasure." Then he said to Song Sancheng dumbfounded:

"Dad, don't listen to him. I went to pick a bunch of milk vetch at noon. My mother uses this to stir-fry meat. Try it and see if it tastes good?"

"If it's delicious, you can make a lot of money!"

...

The family may not have eaten this zi vetch for many years. After thinking about it for a while, Ulan first took some minced garlic, sautéed it with lard, and then put bacon and sliced ​​zi vetch.

Now the hula la fire is burning, the green leaves and stalks and the reddish bacon, the fragrance and the smell of meat are intertwined, and the smell makes people's index fingers widen.

Qiaoqiao has already forgotten the pain of losing mother pig, and now he is picking up vegetables with chopsticks:

"One bite for me, one bite for Peppa. One bite for me, one bite for George. Another bite, one bite for sister..."

Look at him stupid, but he is proficient in using chopsticks.

After a while, he piled up his own bowl to the brim, as if he had won the essence of "Liu Xing's great method of dividing cakes".

In the face of such a silly child, what else can the family say?

Song Sancheng took a sip, chewed it twice and swallowed it, feeling the fragrance in his mouth and the sweetness of wild vegetables looming, together with the slightly salty bacon...

Absolutely!

His eyes lit up: "Oh, why does this taste better than wild vegetables! I ate it every day when I was a child, why didn't I think it was delicious? I just know the smell of grass."

Ulan also took a sip, and at this moment she was very sure about the prospect of twenty yuan a catty: "Who would be willing to use lard pork to cook for you when you were young? You just boil it in water and it will be cooked."

That's true.

The two justified the reason why the dish was too delicious, and Song Tan didn't even need to find an excuse.

Then, Song Sancheng remembered:

"Tan Tan, let's plant such a large area, do you think we should get two beehives here? This milk vetch is a good source of honey, and the honey the bees gather is sweet and sweet."

"Now I want to buy it but I can't buy it. No one around grows this."

Song Tan really didn't expect this!

There are too many things she is busy with, she can't be so thoughtful at the moment, so she nodded in a hurry:

"Yes! Dad, you know a lot of people. Get some more boxes. The milk vetch in our field is growing very well, and it will definitely bloom very beautifully when the time comes."

Reiki honey, just take a spoonful of water and soak it in water, the taste...

Can't think, can't think!

Song Tan couldn't wait.

"By the way, Dad, Grandpa Li in the village said that when the time comes, he will let his cows into the fields to eat this, and when he returns to plant rice, he will help us plow the fields."

"At that time, I will leave the bottom two fields for him to graze the cattle, and I will sell the rest of the milk vetch. It will be difficult for the cattle to go and eat them."

After all, it is a cow, and it might pull when it is eaten, which is not good.

Song Sancheng laughed: "He only has one cow, how can he need two fields? One field is enough."

"But this zi vetch is really good. I think the pigs are eating well today. After a few days to raise them, I will drive them to the fields and let them walk around by themselves."

But the five pigs will not be easy to control for a while...

Song Sancheng has already started to think of a way.

Song Tan laughed: "What's the problem? They are only so small now. In the afternoon, I will go to the city to buy some leashes for big dogs. Dad, you can take them out for a walk if you have nothing to do."

"Anyway, this pig is mainly delicious for our family to eat. It doesn't matter if you exercise more or lose a few catties of fat."

Qiao Qiao became excited: "Me too! Qiao Qiao wants to take the pigs to play!"

That's not okay.

Animals like pigs are smart, and they have feelings after being raised for a long time. When the time comes to kill and eat meat, Qiao Qiao will cry to death?

Song Sancheng thought and thought, but still refused: "Forget it, I can't go for a walk. I don't want to take a walk for a long time. Let them stay in the back mountain. The back mountain is enough for them to go for a walk. I usually just get more food. .”

Song Tan recalled the experience of raising pigs in his memory, alas, indeed.

Then it’s better to eat meat, and the relationship will not be cultivated.

The adults quickly changed the subject, and Qiao Qiao pouted and listened for a long time, then forgot about it again.

However, there was one more thing he remembered——

"I told Dabai that it will watch the pigs for me, and I will treat it to eat biscuits."

Whoa!

Song Tan was also shocked - she had this idea, but she still hasn't said anything?

"When did you discuss it with Dabai?"

Isn't that vicious big white goose squatting at the door of grandpa's house every day?

Qiao Qiao snorted: "I have already said it, but now there are no biscuits."

Song Tan doesn't know if the big goose is reliable or not.

But this guy's voice was really about to scream, it was so loud that the whole village had to wake up.

It would be nice to want to make a siren.

The premise is that Qiao Qiao has to coax him not to yell when he has nothing to do, otherwise the mountain will be next to his house, and he will really not be able to sleep when he turns around.

She thought for a while: "Then you take the goose to the bottom field in the afternoon, and treat it to a good meal."

You can eat it for cows, you can eat it for pigs, you can eat it for chickens, ducks and geese... that's all right.

The siblings took care of their own arrangements, and Song Sancheng suddenly felt a sense of urgency:

"Then I have to reorganize the goose pens first, and the ducks and chickens you want to raise. It's almost time now. I have completed the pens at the back of the mountain, and I have to tidy up the chicken coop."

Maybe maybe maybe... still today?

Let's see when I finish writing.

What else to plant, let's think about it together!