Chapter 35 35 Purple Clover Feeds Piglets

Chapter 35 35. Purple vetch 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 entire 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. They eat them extremely sweetly!

This is purple vetch! 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 smiled at this moment:

"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 looked dry and warm.

The leaves in the forest were not fully stretched, and large tracts of sunlight came in, making them warm and velvety. There are some traces in the pig manure tank next to it, which is a good environment for raising pigs.

Then he walked back to the front yard with satisfaction.

Wulan had just finished cooking, and Song Sancheng smelled the aroma from far away. He touched his belly:

"What are you eating today?"

Qiao Qiao chatted happily from the side:

"Eat pig food!"

"If the piggy eats, 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 tastes good, you can make a lot of money!"

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This milkvetch may not have been eaten in the family for many years. Wu Lan thought about it for a while, then took some minced garlic and sauteed it with lard, then put the bacon and the milkvetch cut into sections.

Nowadays, the fire is burning, the green leaves and stems of vegetables and the reddish bacon are intertwined with the fragrance of meat. The smell of it makes people's mouths open.

Qiaoqiao has forgotten the pain of losing Mummy 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..."

He looks silly, but he is quite skilled at using chopsticks.

In a short time, his own bowl was piled full, as if he had mastered the essence of "Liu Xing's pie-sharing method".

Faced with such a silly child, what can a family say?

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

Absolutely amazing!

His eyes lit up: "Oh, why does this taste better than wild vegetables? I ate it every day when I was a kid, so why didn't I think it was delicious? I just know it smells like grass."

Wulan also took a bite, and now he 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 boil it in water once and it's done."

This is true.

The two of them explained why the dish was so delicious, and Song Tan didn't even have to make excuses.

Then, Song Sancheng remembered:

"Tandan, let's plant such a large area. Do you think we should get two beehives? This milkvetch is a good source of honey. The honey collected by the bees is very sweet."

“You can’t buy it now if you want to, because no one grows it around.”

Song Tan really didn't expect this!

She was busy with too many things, 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, the taste...

Can't think about it!

Song Tan couldn't wait any longer.

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

"When the time comes, I will leave the bottom two fields for him to graze the cows, and I will sell the other milkvetch. I won't let the cows eat it."

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 to the fields and let them move around on their own."

But five pigs are not easy to control 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 deliciously. It doesn't matter if it exercises more and loses a few pounds of fat."

Qiaoqiao became excited: "I want it too! Qiaoqiao wants to take the pigs to play!"

That's not okay.

Animals like pigs are smart and have feelings after being raised for a long time. When the time comes to kill them for meat, Qiao Qiao will not cry to death, right?

Song Sancheng thought about it again and again, but still refused: "Forget it, forget it, they can't walk, and I can't bear to let them walk for too long, so let them stay in the back mountain, which is enough for them to walk. I can just make more food at ordinary times."

Song Tan remembered his experience of raising pigs in his memory. Alas, it was true.

Then let's eat meat, and don't cultivate feelings.

The adults quickly changed the topic. Qiao Qiao pouted and listened for a long time, and then put the matter behind her.

However, there was one thing he remembered--

"I told Dabai to help me watch the pigs, and I would treat it to biscuits."

Wow!

Song Tan was also surprised-she had this idea, but she didn't say anything?

"When did you discuss it with Dabai?"

Didn't the fierce big white goose squat at the door of grandpa's house every day?

Qiao Qiao snorted: "I said it a long time ago, but there are no biscuits now."

Song Tan didn't know whether the big goose was reliable to watch the pigs.

But if this guy really yells, it's so loud that the whole village will wake up.

It would be a good alarm.

The premise is that Qiao Qiao has to coax him not to yell, otherwise the mountain behind is next to her house and she won't be able to sleep.

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

It's the same for cows, pigs, chickens, ducks and geese... It doesn't matter.

The two siblings arranged their own things, and Song Sancheng suddenly felt a sense of urgency:

"Then I have to tidy up the goose pen first, and the ducks and chickens you want to raise. It's almost time now. I have the pen in the back mountain, and I have to clean up the chicken shed."

Maybe, maybe... there's more today?

Let's see when I finish writing.

What else needs to be planted, let's think about it together!