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

At nightfall, Su's father and old man Su returned under the moonlight.

"Is the meal ready? I ate enough during the day, but I'm still starving at this time!"

Father Su put down the hoe, washed his hands and looked towards the kitchen.

"Okay, okay, it's ready a long time ago. We've been waiting for you and dad to come back for dinner." Mother Su wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen.

"Digging roads is hard work, how can you not feel hungry? So, I'll steam two more buns tomorrow. You can keep them and eat them when you're hungry."

Father Su refused without a second thought, "How can that be possible? There are so many people here, we can't afford one for each. If I really want to eat by myself, I can't eat with so many people watching."

"By the way, it's hard for me to ask in detail during the day when there are so many people around. You told Xiaoqing that you were going to the mountains, to Black Stone Ridge?"

Seeing them washing their hands, Su's mother turned back to the kitchen to serve the dishes, "Yes, I thought I'd go and see if the tea leaves have been distributed."

"Have you finished washing? If you have, come in and eat."

"Okay, so those two sacks you're carrying are full of tea?"

"What do you think? You don't really think they are wild vegetables, do you?" Seeing Su's father coming to the door, Su's mother gave him a displeased look.

"I saw Xiaoqing carrying a bundle of wild vegetables, and she spoke so seriously that I really thought they were wild vegetables. How are they? Are they sprouting better this year than last year..."

Father Su was halfway through his words when he noticed Su Yonghe sitting by the fire.

Su Yonghe grinned, "Second brother, uncle, you are back."

"Yonghe is here. Come, come, come, come to the table. Have a drink with me." Old Master Su responded with a smile.

For dinner, they had sweet potato and brown rice. There were still a few potatoes left without sprouts, so Su Ziling simply peeled them all and used them to make potato tea, and tied fennel seedlings into a knot and threw them in to cook together.

Fennel has a sweet taste and the potatoes have a crunchy texture. A piece of bacon is added during cooking. The soup has the sweetness of fennel, the aroma of bacon and the sandiness of potatoes. Take a spoonful and mix it with rice. It goes best with rice.

She picked some wild garlic and Chinese toon on the way. She blanched the Chinese toon and used it to fry eggs, and the wild garlic was used to stir-fry bacon.

Half of the wild boar blood that she killed some time ago was given to her two uncles, and the rest was fried by her into sour wonton. As the weather is getting hotter, she was afraid that it would go bad, so now she has sour wonton for every meal.

Add some oil and chili peppers and mix it together, it goes well with rice.

I just picked some tea leaves today, blanched them in water and used some of them for a cold dish, and used the rest to make a tea omelette with a few eggs.

The eggs fried in this way have no fishy smell and have a light tea fragrance.

"Can this tea be used to cook?" Father Su picked up a piece of cold tea with chopsticks, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Of course, let's kill a chicken tomorrow and stew some tea chicken. That's also delicious. Oh, and this is fried eggs with Chinese toon, and this is fried eggs with tea leaves. They are not the same."

Su Ziling picked up a piece of tea-flavored egg with chopsticks. The edge of the egg was slightly crispy, the saltiness was just right, and there was a faint tea fragrance in the egg.

She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, thinking that she could try wrapping fresh tea leaves in egg liquid tomorrow, which would probably be more fragrant when fried.

"Isn't it different? I was still wondering how to make two bowls of scrambled eggs with Chinese toon. Let me try it."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Su immediately reached for the tea-leaf fried egg with his chopsticks.

"Hmm~ It tastes pretty good. I never thought this tea could be used to cook!"

It was the first time we ate dishes made with tea leaves. I guess it was fresh and everyone liked it very much.

The meal was quite quiet. Except for the initial curiosity about tea and cooking, almost no one spoke for the rest of the meal. Maybe everyone was really hungry.

Only Su's father spoke to Su Yonghe from time to time, talking about the land renting and which places were rented.

Father Su nodded and said, "Okay, I'll drive the cows to plow the fields some other day."

"By the way," Su Yonghe suddenly spoke, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

He smiled, "There is another piece of wasteland that Ah Cheng and I opened up. We originally wanted to open up more land and grow sweet potatoes for a few years. Now it seems that we can't grow any more. It's a good opportunity to give it to you guys to grow some. You don't have to pay rent for it. It's just been opened up for a while, and I guess it's overgrown with grass again."

After dinner, seeing that it was getting late, Su Yonghe did not stay long. Before leaving, Su Ziling gave him a bowl of pickled vegetables and some sour pork.

Thinking that his grandmother couldn't see clearly and the two brothers didn't know how to make pickles, Su Ziling gave him some of her pickled radish roots, cured vegetables, fermented tofu, sour radish, and dried radish.

Holding a basket of pickles, Su Yonghe was a little overwhelmed, "Second sister-in-law, this is too much, too much, we don't need so much."

"It's okay, it's okay, take it home and eat it. It's all pickled with xiaoqing, and there's quite a lot of it. I guess you and Yongcheng don't know how to pickle it, so take it home and put it away. Don't touch it with oil, you can keep it for a few more days."

"On weekdays, we cook some porridge, corn paste or something like that. We don't need to stir-fry any vegetables. We can just pickle some vegetables and it goes well with rice."

"We don't know much about the workshop either. Xiaoqing used to run around everywhere. We need you to take care of it and help keep an eye on it."

After the words fell, Su Yonghe's face became serious, and his voice was sonorous and powerful, "Don't worry, second sister-in-law,"

As he spoke, he looked through the window at Su Ziling who was cleaning the stove. His voice became softer, as if he was mumbling to himself, but Su's mother could hear it clearly.

He said: "Without Xiaoqing, our family would not be where we are today. Without her, we would probably still be living a life of not having enough food to eat, working very hard but still not being able to collect the autumn grain and summer taxes."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I will definitely do my best. I know Xiaoqing asked me to work in the workshop because of our family's situation. She wanted to help us. I will not let her down."

He cherishes this hard-earned good life more than anyone else.

The topic suddenly became heavy, and Su's mother was a little overwhelmed.

She just mentioned it, hoping that he would worry more about her in the future, but she didn't expect...

Su Yonghe grinned and raised the basket in his hand, as if nothing had happened. "Second sister-in-law, I'll leave first. I'll bring the basket and bowl to you tomorrow."

"Okay, be careful on the road and come back to my house when you have time. By the way, it's dark outside, how about bringing a torch?"

"No need, there's moonlight. Besides, I can find this road with my eyes closed. Second sister-in-law, please go back. The wind is blowing." Su Yonghe walked out of the door and waved at her.

"Mother, Uncle Yonghe is gone?"

"Let's go." Su's mother took a sip of water and looked at the tea leaves in the sack beside her.

"Should we pour out this tea? It will spoil if we keep it here until tomorrow morning, right?"

"Yes, let my brother pour it later. We have oil on our hands, don't get it on us, or there will be a strange smell."

Su Ziling only fried two of the ones in the backpack. There was not enough time, so he hadn’t had time to fry the ones in the sack.

"Okay, I'll pour it out after I wash my feet. Should I pour it into the dustpan?" Su Zizhong's voice came from the door.

"Yes, get two more dustpans and put them in thinner layers. I'll start frying tomorrow morning."

The temperature is relatively high when picking tea during the day. If you put too much tea in, the tea leaves may turn red in the morning.

Fortunately, Grandpa Su made some extra winnowing baskets when drying the tea leaves last year, otherwise there might not be enough to dry the tea leaves this year.