Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

Mr. Li stepped forward and pushed his second uncle Li Dali aside, "Xiao Qing, come on, come on, let's see what good things grandpa got for you!"

He was carrying a bucket, which was half filled with river shrimps. They were densely packed and said, "Wow, so many river shrimps!"

"Is there a lot? Where are you? After dinner, your cousin will take you there. There are a lot of them there. If you take them a few more days, the river shrimps in June will be fatter."

Mr. Li laughed heartily as he spoke, the beard on his chin rising and rising.

"You old man, you should let her come over for dinner. If you drag her to talk for a while, the food will be cold." Grandma Li stood at the door and looked at them.

Mr. Li scratched his head and said, "I'm so happy. Let's walk around, wash our hands and eat!" He put the bucket aside and went to the well to get water to wash his hands.

Smelling the vague aroma in the air, he sniffed and said, "Who among you mothers will be in charge of cooking today? This dish is a bit fragrant!"

The old man also knows the level of the family members, even the married Li Peilan, whose craftsmanship is on par with Grandma Li's.

"How can we do this? Xiaoqing is in charge today, so we are lucky!" Yang Wanxiu said with a smile.

Lao Li has a large family, ten of them, plus Su Ziling and the other four, that's fourteen, and the two tables put together are full of people.

Everyone in Lao Li's family was shocked when they saw the large table of food.

Mr. Li had just pulled out the stool, "Oh! Is it so rich? No, no, I have to have a whole cup."

He went to get the wine jar again, "Will Holly come?"

Su Dongqing: "Come."

My father-in-law has already said that he must be able to drink even if he can’t!

The two uncles each poured half a cup, and Su Dongqing was about to take a sip. Mr. Li had the most, and the cup was almost full.

Grandma Li glared at him. His hand when pouring the wine paused, sighed, and poured back some of the wine.

Grandma Li divided the cakes first, "This cake is made by Ah Qing, come and try it."

When it came out of the pot, Grandma Li separated the big pieces into even small pieces, and there was still some leftover after everyone took a piece.

"Did Xiaoqing make it?" The second aunt looked surprised. "I thought I bought it. Why did I spend the money? It's really good. It's much better than the cakes in the market. They Those are not as fluffy as you."

"What is this made of? Is it difficult? It's not difficult to teach me. I like eating this very much."

Su Ziling didn't ask for the steamed cake. She had already eaten it at home and could make it if she wanted. She scooped up a bowl of rice and poured a spoonful of pickled cabbage soup over it. It was delicious.

Hearing Kong Chuni's words, she swallowed the rice in her mouth and then replied, "It's made with cornmeal. It's not difficult. I can teach you if you like. It's easy to learn."

"It's not difficult. After dinner, you can tell me how to make it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Li Mulan started to unravel the situation, "Come on, even if my cousin teaches you step by step, you may not be able to learn it. You just rely on your mouth. I'm afraid you won't finish the latter part before you finish it. I almost forgot about it.”

"You brat, can't you keep your mouth shut even when you eat?" Kong Chuni grabbed his ears.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Mom, please be gentle!"

Su Ziling shook her head and laughed. Li Mulan's mouth was as good as Er Niu's.

The eldest cousin Li Zeqi and the third cousin Li Zelan are from the eldest uncle's family, one is eighteen and the other is fourteen.

The second cousin Li Mujin and the younger cousin Li Mulan are from the second uncle's family. One is sixteen and the other is ten years old. There is still a big age difference.

Everyone usually calls them Dalang, Erlang, and Sanlang, but when they reach the fourth child, they become Mulan.

Grandma Li also likes to eat. As an elderly person, she doesn't like it because it's too sweet, too bland and tasteless, and too hard to chew. She doesn't feel full after eating it from the liquid food bar. It's rare that this steamed cake suits her appetite.

"It's really good. It's fluffy and soft, not greasy, the sweetness is just right, and it also has a milky aroma."

Mr. Li finished it in two or three bites. Although the steamed cake was indeed delicious, he wanted to try the red rabbit, pickled fish, and most importantly, the braised pork sausage.

He took a sip of the sausage, a sip of the wine, then a sip of rabbit meat, and finally tasted the pickled fish. He was almost bewildered by the aroma.

"You all have a try. This fish is not fishy at all. Just the soup, it's perfect when paired with rice."

He didn't even look at the stir-fried vegetables, "Huh? What is this?" He picked up a piece of tofu. It was sour, spicy, refreshing and appetizing, tender and elastic. He didn't even taste it after two bites.

"Tofu, isn't Xiaoqing in business? He just sells this tofu." Li Peilan smiled back at him.

"Xiao Qing did this too?" Mr. Li's eyes widened.

Seeing Li Peilan nodding, he expressed admiration, "It's amazing, Xiao Qing's skills can even open a restaurant."

Grandma Li asked: "You just said you were doing business and I didn't ask you, how was it going?"

"It's not bad. I can earn about one tael of silver every day!" Su Ziling didn't tell the truth.

"One or two!!!"

She heard the sound of the express landing. The whole table was quiet, and everyone looked at her.

Su Ziling blinked, "What's wrong? I think it's a little too little. It's tiring to send it to the county every day."

Everyone: "..."

They don't know about Versailles, but they just think that selling a piece of tofu can make them one or two silver a day?

Thirty taels a month?

Their family has so much labor force, but only eight or nine taels of silver a year. With more people, more food, and with the exchange of favors, there will be nothing left at the end of the year. If the children get married and start a house, they will probably be in debt!

Yang Wanxiu swallowed her saliva, "Is it so easy to sell?"

"It's not bad. A bowl costs three cents, and I can sell it for eleven or twelve barrels a day."

"Three...three cents?"

They looked at the big basin on the table, and then at Su Ziling, "Oh my God, how much does this cost!"

This basin contains more than three or five bowls!

This meal was delicious and frightening for everyone in Old Li's family.

Finally, when it came to the tofu made from leaves, they were already numb. They thought it was made from beans, and they thought beans were not cheap. Well, now tell them that it is made from leaves.

Numb, numb!

They are all numb!

It's a pity that they don't have body odor firewood leaves here, otherwise Su Ziling would like to teach them how to make them. There are many villages nearby, and it's not far from the market. It's easy to sell them anywhere, but when she asked, there weren't any.

They all said they had never seen it.

After one meal, except for the bowl of fried vegetables and bacon, all the other dishes were eaten, especially the pickled fish, which the whole family liked to eat.

Mr. Li also said that he would eat it like this next time. My aunt patted her chest and said that she knew how to make it. She had watched Su Ziling make it the whole time and had already learned it.

Mr. Li sighed, "Forget it, forget it. Next time you want to eat it, just take the fish to Qing Yatou."

Yang Wanxiu: "..."

What do you mean?

She really learned it! !

Why doesn't anyone believe her?