Song Tan Jishi

The pastoral life on the Internet is poetic and romantic.

In the pastoral life in reality, the spinning top is spinning.

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

As soon as it was dawn, he put on the old-fashioned army green shoes familiarly, and with a large basket in his hand, he went directly to the field in the distance.

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

However, the old farmer Song Youde was used to seeing this appearance all his life, so he didn't have the slightest intention of admiring it at the moment. Instead, he bent down and picked a lot of zi vetch quickly and relentlessly.

Handfuls of zi vetch were loaded into the basket, and when the basket was about to be full, they were pressed down hard by those old hands.

It wasn't until the whole basket was heavy that he straightened up in satisfaction and walked home slowly with the basket on his shoulders.

It was barely six o'clock now.

The house is already filled with smoke.

Wang Lifen is getting older, and now her back is slightly hunched, but it doesn't affect her quick movements.

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

Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn, rice bran, etc. are rolling inside, and there is a sweet smell in the air.

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

Originally, it was not up to the old couple to do these tasks, but the son and daughter-in-law were too busy to touch the ground every day. They thought that they were old and sleepless, so they couldn't fall asleep early, and it didn't take much effort to cook a pig meal.

This took over the job.

Song Youde came over, picked up a big shovel and stirred it for a while, seeing that it was almost cooked, and then directly mixed the large amount of milk vetch into the pot, just hot, the fragrance came out.

The little pigs are still young, and Song Youde dared not tell them to eat plants with dew in the cold morning.

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

"We, Tantan, should go home and plant the land. Look at the heavens, what a blessing!"

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

"During the Chinese New Year, I still felt that my mouth was tasteless, and I couldn't get enough energy to eat. Now I don't know whether it is because I have worked too much or the food is too delicious. I have a good appetite every day. Get hungry!"

The old lady sighed and said with a smile: "It's really poor. If you don't have work, you can't enjoy happiness."

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

Wang Lifen put away her smiling face:

"You throw away the cigarette bag in your waist, I promise you will feel more comfortable in your lungs."

Song Youde: ...

What is the purpose of human life? Right?

He can't lose some hobbies.

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

He scooped the cooked gourd gourd for pigs and poured it into a bucket on the side. While the pigs were cooling, he took out the remaining milk vetch in the basket, squatted in front of the cutting board in the yard, and "wiped Wipe" and cut up.

After the zi vetch was cut into small pieces and mixed with crushed corn and a little bit of millet, Song Sancheng also came over.

He carried a load with a large pig food barrel on each side, and then put the chopped wild vegetables on it.

On the one hand, he also enjoined:

"Dad, you took some time in the morning to go to the back mountain to see if there is anything wrong with the chicken and duck shed?"

"Tan Tan bought a hundred ducklings yesterday, and after a few days of confinement at home, they should be released to the mountains."

Wang Lifen also remembered: "There are ducks? That's just right. My chick has also hatched. After a few days of raising it, it looks quite strong. There are seventy or eighty of them. I will ask your dad to bring them to you later." .”

Song Sancheng was not polite at all. Now he picked up the pole and told the old lady: "Mom, you can make breakfast at home later. Someone wants a hundred catties of purple vetch over there. Niang San went to the fields early in the morning, so I probably won't have time to make breakfast."

One hundred catties!

Wang Lifen couldn't help being speechless: "These days are different from before. There are more rich people, and they are willing to eat."

But think about the taste of this milk vetch—just look at those pigs grunting on the mountain every day, scrambling for food like they haven’t eaten for eight hundred years, you know how delicious it is!

But the old lady is not reconciled to being around the stove at home, she is a bit arrogant at the moment:

"Then let's eat something casually in the morning. I'll cook some of the dumplings, and then I'll make a pancake with so much milk vetch. Then I have to eat it quickly. I have to go up the mountain to pick tea!"

The tea leaves grow too thick, completely different from before!

Each of the four people invited yesterday picked more than five catties.

The old lady was old, her eyes were blurred and her hands were slow, she only picked less than four catties, and she was secretly depressed when she came back.

One hundred yuan a day!

The old lady took this seriously as a career.

Song Sancheng is also helpless:

"Mom, look at you, you don't have to be so tired for your own work. Tan Tan said earlier that he will pay you both, and you don't want to..."

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

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

Song Sancheng simply didn't say anything, now that the shoulder pole was picked up, he wandered off to the back mountain.

Oh, how can I say that this period of time was not in vain!

Because I am getting older, I still feel that my waist is a bit difficult to carry the burden. It's good 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 are stepping on it steadily.

Those little pigs seemed to have heard the sound from a long distance away, and the sound became louder and louder in the pigsty, heart-piercing, and those who didn't know what kind of torture they had suffered.

Song Sancheng can remember that in the past, pigs were raised until the meal time. Although the pigs also barked, the barking was completely different from now.

This is why every time they finish cooking pig food, they have to air it at home to a suitable temperature before sending it to the mountain.

In fact, this group of pigs eat as if they are desperate to eat, regardless of whether it is hot or cold.

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

He stared at it for a while, and then went to wander around the already built chicken coop and duck coop, but he didn't find anything else to do, so let the old man come and take a look later.

As long as the chickens and ducks are a little bigger, they can rush to the mountain at any time.

It's just that before that, the mountain can't be fenced with a fence, and two more dogs have to be found to watch it.

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

Ouch, it's not enough for a dish!

I was thinking about it, but I heard someone shouting from the foot of the mountain: "Thirty percent! Are you at home?"

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