Song Tan's Notes

Chapter 54
The rural life on the Internet is poetic and romantic.

In the rural life in reality, the spinning top rolls around.

Song Youde, 71, woke up at just after five o'clock.

As soon as it was dawn, he was already familiar with the old-fashioned army green shoes, carrying a large basket in his hand, and went directly to the fields in the distance.

In the early morning, the purple vetch is extraordinarily vigorous and watery, and the lush green is also stained with crystal dewdrops.The low-lying fields are filled with mist, even if the light is not very bright in the early morning, it is still a romantic scene.

However, the old farmer Song Youde was used to seeing this appearance in his life, and now he has no interest in admiring it at all. Instead, he bent down and picked a lot of violet leaves quickly and ruthlessly.

A handful of Ziyunying were put into the basket, and when the basket was about to be stacked, they were severely pressed down by those old hands.

It was not until the whole basket was heavy that he straightened up with satisfaction and walked slowly home with the basket on his back.

It was only six o'clock now.

There is smoke in the house.

Wang Lifen is getting older and her back is slightly hunched, but it does not affect her quick movements.

At this moment, she was sitting in front of two large stoves and had already cooked the fire, and most of the pig food was boiled in the stove.

Pumpkin, sweet potatoes, corn and rice bran are all rolling around together, and there is a sweet fragrance in the air.

These pig foods are used to feed the five little pigs on the mountain.

Originally, these jobs were not enough for the old couple, but the son and daughter-in-law were too busy to touch the ground every day. They thought that they were old and slept less.

This brings the life to life.

Song Youde came over, picked up the big shovel, and stirred it for a while. Seeing that it was almost cooked, he then directly mixed the large amount of Ziyunying into the pot. It was only so hot, and the fragrance was pungent.

The little pigs were still young, and it was cold in the morning, so Song Youde dared not let them eat plants with dew.

Wang Lifen turned off the fire in the stove and couldn't help but twitch her nose:
"We Tan Tan should go home and farm the land, look at God, how much respect!"

"As soon as she comes back, what's delicious in this place."

"During the Chinese New Year, I still felt that my mouth had no taste, and I couldn't get enough energy to eat anything. Now I don't know if it's because I've worked too much, or the food is so delicious, and I have a good appetite every day. Hungry at noon!"

The old lady sighed and said with a smile: "It's really poor, you can't enjoy happiness without work."

Song Youde also nodded: "I also think so. I used to have a cough when it was cold, and I am obviously comfortable during this time."

Wang Lifen's smiling face was put away:

"You threw that cigarette bag in your waist, I promise it's more comfortable in your lungs."

Song Youde:  …

What do people live for?Right?

There are some hobbies he can't lose.

With such a stubborn and irresponsible idea, the little old man pretended not to hear this.

He scooped the boiled pig food gourd and poured it into a bucket on the side, took advantage of the time the pig food was cooling, took out the remaining violets in the basket, squatted in front of the cutting board in the yard, "Wipe Scrub" and cut it.

Song Sancheng also came over after the vetch was cut into small pieces, with chopped corn and a little bit of millet mixed in it.

He carried a pair of burdens, put a large pig food bucket on each side, and then put the chopped wild vegetables on it.

He also instructed:
"Dad, you took the time to go to the back mountain in the morning to see what's missing from the chicken and duck shed?"

"Tan Tan bought a hundred and ten ducklings yesterday, and they should be put on the mountain after they are kept at home for a few days."

Wang Lifen also remembered: "Is there a duck? That's right, my chick has hatched. After a few days of raising it, it seems to be quite strong, and there are seventy or eighty. I'll ask your dad to bring it to you later. ."

Song Sancheng was not polite at all. He picked up the pole and ordered the old lady: "Mom, you can come home and make breakfast later. Someone from Tantan wants a hundred kilograms of Ziyunying. They The mother-in-law entered the field early in the morning, so I guess it's too late to make breakfast."

One hundred pounds!

Wang Lifen couldn't help but stunned: "The current life is different from before. There are many rich people who are willing to eat."

But think about the taste of this zi vetch—just look at those pigs grunting on the mountain every day, scrambling for food like they haven’t eaten in 800 years, you know how delicious it is!
However, the old lady is not willing to surround the stove at home, and she is quite arrogant at this moment:

"Then let's have something to eat in the morning. I'll cook the dumplings a little bit, and then use this lot of Ziyunying to paste a vegetable cake, and then I have to eat it quickly, and I have to go up the mountain to pick tea!"

This tea is too thick, completely different from the past!

The four people invited yesterday, each of them picked more than five pounds.

The old lady was old and her eyes were slow. She only collected less than four kilograms. She came back and was secretly sullen.

100 yuan a day!

The old lady took it seriously as her career.

Song Sancheng is also helpless:
"Mom, look at you, you don't have to be so tired for your own family's work. Tan Tanzao said to pay the two of you wages, but you don't want to..."

Song Youde snorted: "Just do some farm work, what salary do you want, what if I can't eat what you grow?"

The older you get, the more temper tan you get. Sometimes if you say something wrong, the old couple will get angry.

Song Sancheng simply didn't say anything. At this moment, the pole was raised, and he swayed to the back mountain.

Oops, how else can I say that I haven't eaten in vain during this time!
Because of my old age, I felt that my waist was a little difficult to carry the burden.It's better now, the wind blows under my feet every day, like a young man!
The road into the back mountain has been slightly smoothed by them during this period of time, and now they step on it steadily.

The little pigs seemed to have heard the sound from far away, and the voice in the pigpen became more and more high-pitched, heart-piercing, and those who didn't know thought they were tortured.

Song Sancheng could remember that in the past, pigs were raised until meal time. Although pigs also called, their calls were completely different from what they are now.

This is also the reason why every time they finish cooking pig food, they have to air it at home to the right temperature before sending it to the mountains.

In fact, these pigs eat as if they are dying, regardless of the heat or cold.

Pour the thick pig food into the feeding trough, and watch the five little pigs scramble for the food, humming and eating.Song Sancheng couldn't help showing an obsessed smile on his face.

He stared at it for a while, and then went for a walk in the chicken and duck pen that had already been built next to it. He didn't realize what else he needed to do. Let the old man come and take a look later.

Just wait for the chickens and ducks to get older, and they can rush to the mountain at any time.

But before that, it was not enough for this mountain light to be enclosed with a fence, and two more dogs had to be found to watch.

Just relying on Da Bai and the three little dogs who entered the house...

Ouch, it's not enough for a dish!
While thinking about it, I heard someone shouting down the mountain: "Three percent! Are you at home?"

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(End of this chapter)