Pastoral life on the Internet, poetic and romantic.
In the real pastoral life, the top is spinning.
It was just after five o'clock when 71-year-old Song Youde got up.
It was just dawn, and he already knew the way well enough to put on his old-fashioned army green shoes, carried a large basket in his hand, and went directly to the fields in the distance.
In the early morning, the milkvetch grows especially vigorous and watery, and the lush green is also stained with crystal dewdrops. The low-lying fields are filled with mist, and 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 in his life. At this moment, he had no intention of admiring it at all. Instead, he bent down and quickly and accurately picked handfuls of milkvetch.
A handful of milkvetch was put into the basket. Just when the basket was about to be filled, it was pressed down hard by the old hands.
It wasn't until the whole basket was heavy that he straightened up with satisfaction and walked slowly home with the basket in his arms.
It was just six o'clock now.
The house is filled with smoke.
Wang Lifen is getting older, and now her back is slightly hunched, but this does not affect her quick movements.
At this moment, she had already sat in front of two large stoves and lit a fire. Most of the pot of pig food was boiling in the stoves.
Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn and rice bran are all tumbling inside, filling the air with a sweet aroma.
These pig foods are used to feed the five little pigs on the mountain.
Originally, it was not the job of the old couple to do these tasks, but their son and daughter-in-law were too busy every day. They thought that they were old, had little sleep, and could not sleep early, so it would not take much effort to cook pig food.
This took over the job.
Song Youde came over, picked up a big shovel and stirred it for a while. He saw that it was almost cooked, and then he mixed the large amount of milkvetch directly into the pot. After just boiling it, the fragrance came out.
The piglets were still young, and it was cold in the morning, so Song Youde did not dare to let them eat dewy plants.
Wang Lifen turned off the fire in the stove and couldn't help but twitch her nose:
"We, Tantan, should go home and farm. Look at God, how generous we are!"
"When she comes back, whatever grows in this land will be delicious."
"During the Chinese New Year, I still felt like my mouth was tasteless and I couldn't feel motivated to eat anything. Now I don't know whether it's because I have to work too much or because the food is so delicious. I have a good appetite every day.
I’ll be hungry if I order it!”
The old lady sighed and said with a smile: "You are really poor. You can't enjoy happiness if you have no work to do."
Song Youde also nodded: "I think so too. I used to cough a lot when the weather got cold, but I'm obviously feeling better this time."
Wang Lifen's smile dropped:
"Throw away the cigarette pouch in your waist, and I'll make sure your lungs feel better."
Song Youde:......
What is the purpose of a person's life? Right?
There are some hobbies that he cannot let go of.
With such a stubborn and irresponsible idea, the little old man pretended not to hear this.
He scooped the cooked pig food into the gourd gourd and poured it into a bucket nearby. While the pig food was cooling, he took out the remaining milkvetch in the basket, squatted in front of the cutting board in the yard, and said, "Wipe it."
"Cut it" and started cutting.
After the milkvetch was chopped into small pieces and mixed with chopped corn and a little bit of millet, Song Sancheng also came over.
He carried a pair of burdens, placed a large pig food bucket on each side, and then put the chopped wild vegetables on them.
At the same time, he also asked:
"Dad, you took some time this morning to walk around the back hill and see if there are any shortcomings in the chicken and duck shed?"
"Tan Tan bought a hundred little ducks yesterday. They will be kept at home for a few days before they are released into the mountains."
Wang Lifen also remembered: "Are there any ducks? That's just in time. My chickens have also hatched. After raising them for a few days, they look quite strong. There are about seventy or eighty of them. I'll ask your dad to bring them over to you later.
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Song Sancheng was not polite at all. He picked up the pole and told the old lady: "Mom, you will go home and make breakfast later. Someone in Tantan wants a hundred pounds of vetch. They
The three of us went to the fields early in the morning, so we probably won’t have time to make breakfast.”
One hundred pounds!
Wang Lifen couldn't help but be 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 milkvetch - just look at those pigs barking on the mountain every day, grabbing food as if they haven't eaten it for eight hundred years, you know how delicious it is!
However, the old lady is not willing to sit around the stove at home, and is quite arrogant at the moment:
"Then let's eat whatever we want in the morning. I'll boil the dumplings a little, and then use all the milkvetch to make a vegetable pancake. Then I have to eat quickly because I have to go up the mountain to pick tea!"
This tea leaves are so thick and thick, completely different from the past!
The four people invited yesterday each picked more than five kilograms.
The old lady was old, and her eyesight and hands were slow. She only picked less than four kilograms, and she was secretly depressed when she came back.
One hundred dollars a day!
The old lady took this seriously as a career.
Song Sancheng was also helpless:
"Mom, look at you, you don't have to be so tired from your own work. Tantan has already said that he would pay you both, but you still don't want..."
Song Youde snorted: "Just do some farm work. What kind of salary do you want? What if I can't eat what you grow?"
The older you get, the more childlike you become. Sometimes if you say something wrong, the couple will get angry.
Song Sancheng simply stopped talking. At this moment, he picked up the shoulder pole and wandered towards the back mountain.
Oops, how else can I say that I didn’t eat in vain during this period of time!
Because I'm older, my waist used to feel a little strenuous when carrying burdens. But now it's better, the wind blows under my feet every day, just like when I was young!
The road into the back mountain has been slightly smoothed by them during this period, and it is now stable to walk on.
Those little pigs seemed to have heard the sound from far away, and the sound in the pigpen became louder and louder, heartbreaking, and some people thought they were being tortured.
Song Sancheng remembers that in the past, pigs were raised until dinner time. Although the pigs also barked, their sounds were completely different from now.
This is why every time they cook pig food, they have to dry it at home to the right temperature before sending it to the mountains.
It is true that these pigs eat as if they are risking their lives, regardless of whether it is cold or hot.
Pour the thick pig food into the trough and watch the five piglets fighting for each other and humming to eat. Song Sancheng couldn't help but have an obsessed smile on his face.
He stared at it for a while, and then walked around in the chicken and duck pens that had been built nearby. He didn't find what else needed to be done. Let the old man come and take a look later.
As long as the chickens and ducks grow older, they can rush to the mountain at any time.
But before that, it was not enough to fence the mountain light, and two more dogs had to be found to watch it.
Just relying on Dabai and the three new puppies in the house...
Oops, it’s not enough for one dish!
While I was thinking about it, I heard someone shouting from the bottom of the mountain: "Three percent! Are you at home?"