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

Lu Anyu ate the sweet potato noodles in two bites. He didn't even have a mouthful of soup left. After eating, he stared at the pot of steamed buns eagerly.

"You haven't eaten enough yet?" Lu Yan glanced at him.

Lu Anyu touched his belly and said, "I'm full, but it doesn't affect how much I can still eat a steamed bun."

Su Ziling brought them a bowl of mushroom sauce and a bowl of powder for Lu Yan, "Here, mushroom sauce tastes better with steamed buns."

"Break the buns apart and put mushroom sauce in the middle."

Lu Anyu complied obediently. As soon as he opened the steamed bun, he was dumbfounded, "Sister, is this a steamed bun?"

"Yes! Otherwise? This can't be a steamed bun, right?" Su Ziling raised her eyebrows.

Lu Anyu wanted to say that he had actually eaten steamed buns before, and other people's steamed buns didn't look like this.

That steamed bun is soft when it's hot, but becomes hard when it's cold, but this...

He didn't dare to squeeze it hard, it felt light and soft, like cotton.

He was dubious, and followed what Su Ziling said. After breaking open the steamed bun, he put the fungus paste inside. Under Su Ziling's slightly expectant eyes, he took a small tentative bite.

Then his eyes suddenly lit up, and before he could say a word, he showed off a steamed bun and went to get the second one after eating.

Lu Yan took the basin away directly, but Lu Anyu took it empty, "Brother Lu!"

His tone was full of accusations, and he stretched out a finger in grievance, "I'll eat one last, just one."

Lu Yan saved one and handed the steamed buns to the others, "We have to go on the road soon, are you sure you want to eat?"

Lu Anyu was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and watched others eat. Holding the chopsticks in his hand, he poked at me again and again.

Don't overeat when riding a horse, otherwise he will suffer.

When he saw Lu Yan holding mushroom sauce, his eyes lit up and he secretly ate all the mushroom pellets inside.

Eat one and look at Lu Yan, eat one and look at him again, it's like being a thief.

"Are you selling this sauce?" Lu Yan took a few bites and looked at Su Ziling.

"Sell! How much do you want?"

"how much do you have?"

The two asked almost at the same time.

"There are almost fifty altars at home." Su Ziling thought for a while and gave a rough number.

In fact, she had not counted them, but she estimated that there should be a hundred altars.

The young man looked at her, with the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his eyes filled with meaning, "One hundred altars."

Su Ziling's pupils dilated, and in just a moment, Lu Yan knew that he had guessed correctly.

"I want it all."

Su Ziling: "..."

"Only fifty altars."

Lu Yan took a bite of the steamed bun and didn't say anything nice or complimentary about it, but the look in his eyes and the pleasant atmosphere around him told everyone around him that he liked it very much.

Lu Anyu saw it most clearly. He looked at Su Ziling and blinked, "Sister, your fungus sauce is super delicious. Just sell it to us."

As he spoke, he turned sideways and lowered his voice, "I'll give you more money."

Su Ziling's eyes lit up. It wasn't that she didn't want to sell it. Firstly, she wanted to leave it to Chen San and the others. Secondly, if he wanted it today, it would be too late to deliver a hundred jars.

I guess there won't be enough time.

Although Lu Anyu's voice was indeed very low, Lu Yan was a martial arts practitioner with extraordinary hearing, so he heard all Lu Anyu's words.

Of course, he could also see Su Ziling's changes.

Su Ziling cleared her throat, and under Lu Yan's joking gaze, she said without blushing or heartbeat: "Let's make an agreement first. If you want it today, you can only send fifty jars."

"Come and get it in five days..." Lu Yan said.

This fungus sauce is really good for meals. If you take it back, it can just improve the brothers' unchanging meals.

When he saw Su Ziling heaving a sigh of relief, he spoke again, "Three hundred altars."

Su Ziling: "..."

Her breath was stuck in her throat and she couldn't come up or come down.

She gritted her teeth and said one word at a time: "No."

There were about a hundred jars at home, and I wanted to pick them up in five days. No, it was four days. He came to pick them up on the fifth day.

If you want to make two hundred altars in four days, isn't this a difficult task?

How could there be so many fungi for her to pick up? Even if there were, their family would be too busy!

The grass in the field is waiting to be weeded, the sweet potatoes are waiting to be powdered, the tea leaves are waiting to be picked, and tofu needs to be made...

Even if you break her into eight pieces, you can't do it.

Lu Yan was not annoyed. After finishing the steamed buns, he began to eat noodles slowly and leisurely. A piece of braised pork entered his mouth, and it was so fragrant that he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"How much does a jar of your mushroom sauce cost?"

Su Ziling: "Fifty articles."

She thought, at this price, he shouldn't ask for too much, right?

Who knows.

"Eighty Wen," he looked up at Su Ziling, with a faint light in his eyes, "I will give you eighty Wen per jar, and I will ask for three hundred jars in five days."

"make a deal!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ziling agreed without any hesitation!

Eighty-year-old scholar, well, it’s not impossible for her to work hard.

Besides, the grass doesn’t have to be removed in these two days, you can also wait for two more days. Don’t worry and make the sweet potato starch slowly. It doesn’t hurt. The tea can be made at the same time. There is no delay, but the fungi can’t wait!

If you don't pick it up quickly, it will open its umbrella. When the umbrella is opened, the taste will be greatly reduced, and it will be worthless.

Therefore, the fungi must hold on tight, they can’t wait any longer!

She definitely didn't agree because of the amount of money he gave her! Well, absolutely not!

However, three hundred jars of mushrooms, hey hey, eighty cents per jar, three hundred jars is twenty-four taels of silver.

Five days, more than four taels a day, well, it's a good deal, almost as much as what she earns from selling food in a day.

She didn't want to agree at first, but he gave too much...

Lu Anyu: "..."

He even asked for more money, but she didn't agree to it. She agreed as soon as she heard that eighty cents per pot, so he didn't give enough?

Lu Yan lowered his head, took a sip of soup, put down the bowl, and looked at the group of people behind him, "Are you full?"

"Brother Lu, you are full!"

Lu Yan nodded, tapped his finger on the table, looked at Lu Anyu, "Check out."

Lu Anyu looked in disbelief and pointed at him, then at himself, "Me?"

"Yeah." Lu Yan raised his eyebrows, "Any comments?"

Lu Anyu pursed his lips, "No," and then obediently took out his money bag, "But why was it me?"

Lu Yan smiled, "Because you eat a lot!"

Lu Anyu: "..."

He just took out the money bag, and without hesitation for a second, he immediately stuffed it back, hum!

He is also a person with a temper, and he will not settle this debt yet!

Just when Lu Yan was about to say something, he heard a sound coming from the forest. It was very loud, like the sound of breaking a dead tree.

Everyone stood up with a "swish", holding knives in their hands, looking serious and on full alert.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn, and even Lu Anyu, who was as bold as Lu Anyu, put away the smile on his face.

A baby face, full of murderous intent at this moment.

Su Ziling was stunned. The playful and smiling face chasing the young man calling her sister just now seemed like a shadow. It disappeared as soon as the wind blew, and now only the young man full of murderous intent remained.