Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2702 Pig Niang (three more)
Without waiting for Bamei Cao to answer, Yang Yongjin said first: "My sister went back to the house and looked here and there. I asked her what she was looking for."

"At the beginning, she hesitated to say anything, so I became anxious. After asking, I found out that my second daughter was missing, but I was so anxious, why don't you come out and look for it!" Yang Yongjin said.

Seeing the terrified faces of the young couple, Yang Ruoqing was also full of emotion.

When it comes to children, there is no small thing.

Any negligence, can not afford to hurt.

At the beginning, if there was not only Xiaohua left by Chen'er's side, but one more person, Qian's family would have no chance to attack.

Thinking back then, thinking of Chen'er, Yang Ruoqing wished she could spend all her family's wealth just to find a medicine for regret.

Sometimes she even wondered, if she died again, would her soul travel through again?
Let her go back to the day when Chen'er had an accident, she would definitely stay by the cradle without going anywhere.

Then, Mrs. Qian came and slapped her away with a single slap!
It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in the world, and the probability of such a thing as soul wear is extremely small. She is not afraid of death, but she dare not gamble.

Because she is no longer alone, she has parents, brother, favorite man, and a daughter.

Too much entanglement, too much...

"Qing'er, where did you find my second daughter?" Seeing the sad look on Yang Ruoqing's face, Cao Bamei guessed that it probably aroused her sadness.

So Bamei Cao quickly changed the topic and asked.

"I just came to the backyard, and I saw her feeding mooncakes to pigs right away." Yang Ruoqing also came back to her senses, raised her hand to stroke her little niece's head, and said.

"Feed me mooncakes?" Cao Bamei opened her eyes wide in surprise, a little incredulous.

Yang Yongjin was grinning, and the old Suntou and Da Sun's beside him also had pampering and helpless expressions on their faces.

Cao Bamei patted the little girl's hand lightly, "You little idiot, how can you feed the pigs and eat mooncakes?"

"You have to use pigweed to feed pigs, or those inedible vegetables and fruits. How can you use such high-end desserts as moon cakes?"

The little girl was still pouting in Cao Bamei's arms, gesticulating with her greasy little hands.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Her little hands are a bit dirty, Bamei, you should take her to wash them quickly."

Bamei Cao nodded and left first with the little girl in her arms. Yang Yongjin hurriedly followed behind the mother and daughter.

Yang Ruoqing was about to leave when she suddenly heard a sigh from the old grandson over there.

Turning his head, he saw that Old Suntou had already entered the pigsty, squatting in the corner, looking at a pig lying on the hay, shaking his head and sighing.

"Hey, this pig girl is so skinny, she probably won't live long, what a pity!" he said.

Da Sun also looked over there through the wooden fence, the previous smile on his face disappeared, replaced by gloom.

"Hey, this pig lady gave birth to several piglets for our family and made a lot of money."

"In the past, this pig girl was in very good health and almost never got sick. I don't know what's wrong this time, hey!" Da Sun said.

The uncle also said: "I don't eat much, I'm afraid it's really bad."

Hearing what the big guy said, Yang Ruoqing was a little surprised.

"What's the matter? What's the matter with the pig girl?" she asked.

The pig mother is an old sow, not the kind that is raised and sold to the butcher, but the kind that is specially raised to let it professionally lay piglets.

Generally these old sows are some years old.

"Are you too old, old?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Da Sun said: "It's been more than three years."

She pushed aside the wooden fence and entered the pigsty, followed by her uncle.

Out of curiosity, Yang Ruoqing also followed in.

Dasun's family is very diligent and cleans the pigsty every day. The pigsties of other families in the village are not as clean as Dasun's family's pigsty.

Because they run a pig farm, the environment is very important to prevent the pigs from getting sick frequently in a dirty environment. In that case, the loss will be great.

But even so, a pigsty is a pigsty after all, when you walk in, you will still be greeted with the familiar stench of pig manure and pig urine, which cannot be avoided.

In a pile of hay in the corner, Niang Pig was lying there, with a long pointed mouth and a pair of big ears drooping like the leaves of a yellowed sycamore tree.

The old grandson squatted in front of Niang Zhu, raising his hand to stroke its head.

Piggy made a few weak humming and chirping sounds.

"It's so pitiful, the hair on this back is about to fall out." Da Sun sighed.

The old grandson said: "It seems that it is really dead. I have given all the medicines that should be given, and they are useless."

The old man stood up and said to Da Sun: "Let's see tonight, if you still don't want to eat, go to Zhengjia Village tomorrow to find Butcher Zheng, let him take him away, and give him as much as he can. "

Mrs. Sun nodded, "Well, let's wait and see tonight. I have been raising it for three years, so I can't bear it!"

"Father, how about we bury it when it really dies?" Da Sun begged.

The old grandson raised his face and said, "What are you talking about? Why do you look like the little girl of the eighth sister!"

"No matter how reluctant you are, it is still a pig, and it can be sold for a few dollars to get back its capital. That's it, stop talking stupid!"

After the old grandson finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the pigsty with his hands behind his back.

When the uncle passed by Dasun's side, he said in a low voice: "I know that you have fed this pig mother for more than three years, and you have feelings, but what dad said makes sense, pigs are pigs after all."

"Pork, fish, and chicken are all destined to be eaten by people, so stop talking and listen to my father."

After exhorting, the uncle also hurriedly chased the old grandson out of the pigsty.

In the pigsty, Da Sun stomped her feet. In Yang Ruoqing's eyes, her aunt was as cute as a child.

"Auntie, I understand your feelings, but what Gagong and the others said is also reasonable." Yang Ruoqing said.

"People who raise pigs, chickens and ducks in farmers' households are looking forward to this to supplement their families. These things are different from cats and dogs. They are used to make money."

"Like my mother, they are all like this. Feelings belong to feelings, but they have to be dealt with when they have to be dealt with." Yang Ruoqing said.

Da Sun nodded, "Success, I understand."

When the two of them turned around, Yang Ruoqing looked at the pig girl who was lying on the ground, who was obviously more dead than angry, and a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes.

"Auntie, wait a minute." She said suddenly.

"What's the matter, Qing'er?" Da Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the bald spot on the sow's back and asked, "The sow's bald back has been like this before, is it still recent?"

Da Sun thought for a while, and said: "It wasn't like this before, about half a year ago, its appetite gradually became worse."

"Then the hair shed a lot. I think it's late autumn, the leaves are falling, and we all lose a lot of hair when we comb our hair. It shouldn't be unusual for it to lose hair!"

"No no no..."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head directly, interrupting Da Sun's words.

"The hair on this pig girl's back is a little strange," she said.

"What's so strange?" Mrs. Sun also asked.

Yang Ruoqing didn't answer, but squatted down in front of the pig girl, stretched out her hand, and groped on its stomach...

(End of this chapter)