Chapter 54 54 A Dish

Chapter 54 54. A dish

The rural life on the Internet is poetic and romantic.

The rural life in reality is like a spinning top.

It was just past five o'clock when 71-year-old Song Youde got up.

As soon as the sky was light, he had already put on his old-fashioned army green shoes, carried a large basket in his hand, and went directly to the fields in the distance.

The astragalus in the early morning was particularly lush and fresh, and the lush green was also stained with crystal dewdrops. There was a thin mist in the low-lying fields, and even in the early morning when the light was not very bright, it was 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 appreciating it. Instead, he bent down and picked handfuls of astragalus quickly and accurately.

The astragalus was put into the basket, and when it was about to be filled, it was pressed down hard by the old hands.

Only when the basket was full did he straighten up with satisfaction, and walked slowly home with the basket on his shoulder.

It was only six o'clock at this moment.

There was already smoke rising from the house.

Wang Lifen was old, and now her back was slightly hunched, but it did not affect her agility.

At this moment, she had already sat in front of two large stoves and had lit the fire. In the stove, half a pot of pig food was boiled.

Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn, rice bran, etc. were rolling in it, and a sweet fragrance filled the air.

These pig food were used to feed the five little pigs on the mountain.

Originally, these jobs were not the turn of the old couple, but their son and daughter-in-law were busy every day. They thought that they were old and slept little, and they could not sleep early, so it didn't take much effort to cook pig food.

So they took over this job.

Song Youde came over, picked up a large shovel and stirred it for a while. When it was almost cooked, he then mixed a large handful of astragalus directly into the pot. As soon as it was scalded, the fragrance filled the air.

The piglets were still young, and it was cold in the morning, so Song Youde didn't dare to let them eat plants with dew on them.

Wang Lifen turned off the fire in the stove and couldn't help twitching her nose:

"Our Tantan should go home to farm. God, how kind you are!"

"When she comes back, everything in the field will be delicious."

"During the Chinese New Year, I felt that my mouth was tasteless and I couldn't get excited about eating anything. Now I don't know if it's because I work too much or the food is too delicious. I have a good appetite every day, but I get hungry at a certain time!"

The old lady sighed and laughed: "It's really a poor life. I can't enjoy happiness even if I don't work."

Song Youde also nodded: "I think so too. I used to cough a lot when it was cold, but I feel better during this period."

Wang Lifen's smiling face disappeared:

"Throw away the pipe on your waist, I promise that your lungs will feel more comfortable."

Song Youde: ...

What is the purpose of living a lifetime? Right?

He can't give up some hobbies.

The old man held such a stubborn and irresponsible idea and pretended not to hear it.

He scooped the cooked pig food into a bucket beside him with a gourd ladle. While the pig food was cooling, he took out the remaining astragalus from the basket, squatted in front of the vegetable board in the yard, and started to chop it.

After the astragalus was chopped into small pieces and mixed with corn crumbs and a little millet, Song Sancheng also came over.

He carried a shoulder pole with a large pig food bucket on each side, and then put the cut wild vegetables on it.

At the same time, he also instructed:

"Dad, take some time this morning to go to the back mountain and see if there is anything missing from the chicken and duck shed?"

"Tan Tan bought about a hundred ducklings yesterday. They should be released into the mountains after being kept at home for a few days."

Wang Lifen also remembered: "There are ducks? That's just right. My chicks have also hatched. They look pretty strong after being raised for a few days. There are also 70 or 80 of them. I'll ask your dad to bring them to you later."

Song Sancheng was not polite at all. He picked up the shoulder pole and told the old lady: "Mom, go home and make breakfast later. Someone from Tan Tan's place wants 100 kilograms of Astragalus. The three of them went to the fields early in the morning, so I guess they won't have time to make breakfast."

One hundred kilograms!

Wang Lifen couldn't help but sigh: "Life is different now than before. There are more rich people and they are willing to eat it."

But think about the taste of this milk vetch - just look at those pigs grunting in the mountains every day, fighting for food as if they haven't eaten for 800 years, and you will know how delicious it is!

But the old lady is not willing to stay around the stove at home, and now she is quite arrogant:

"Then let's just eat something in the morning. I'll cook some dumplings and make a vegetable cake with this much milk vetch. Then I have to eat quickly because I have to go up the mountain to pick tea!"

The tea leaves are too thick, completely different from the past!

The four people we invited yesterday each picked more than five kilograms.

The old lady is old, her eyesight is blurry and her hands are slow, so she only picked less than four kilograms and came back secretly upset.

One hundred yuan a day!

The old lady treats this as a career.

Song Sancheng was helpless:

"Look at you, Mom. You don't have to work so hard for your own family. Tantan said she would pay you two wages, but you both refused..."

Song Youde snorted: "It's just farm work. Why do you want wages? What if I can't eat the things you grow?"

The older they get, the more childish they become. Sometimes, if they say something wrong, the old couple will get angry.

Song Sancheng simply stopped talking. He picked up the shoulder pole and staggered to the back mountain.

Oh, otherwise, how can we say that this period of time has not been in vain!

Because of my age, I used to feel a little tired when carrying a load. Now, I feel like a young man every day!

The road to the back mountain has been slightly smoothed by them during this period, and now it is stable to step on.

The piglets seemed to have heard the sound from a distance, and the sound in the pigpen became louder and louder, heartbreaking, and those who didn't know would think they were tortured.

Song Sancheng remembered that when it was time to raise pigs, although the pigs also cried, the cry was completely different from now.

This is also the reason why they have to cool the temperature at home to the right level before sending it to the mountain after cooking the pig food.

It's true that these pigs eat like they are willing to die, and they don't care about the temperature at all.

Pour the thick pig food into the trough and watch the five piglets fight for it and eat with a grunt. Song Sancheng couldn't help but show an obsessed smile on his face.

He stared at it for a while, and then walked around the chicken and duck pens that had been built nearby. He didn't find anything else to do, so he asked the old man to come and take a look.

Just wait until the chickens and ducks grow up a little bit, and they can come to the mountain at any time.

But before that, it's not enough to just fence the mountain with a fence, and two more dogs have to be found to watch over it.

Just relying on Dabai and the three new little dogs at home...

Oh, it's not enough for a plate of food!

Just thinking about it, I heard someone shouting at the foot of the mountain: "Sancheng! Are you home?"

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