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

"Don't just eat it with your mouth, eat it with some steamed buns. The pickles are a bit salty, and there won't be any water for you to drink when we get to the mountains." Su Ziling said tactfully, thinking that he should leave some for Su's mother and the others.

Shen Xingye waved his hand. "It's okay. I have a strong taste. It's not salty at all. Especially this chili sauce and fern. They are sour and spicy. Very appetizing. Do you have any more steamed buns? Give me another one."

Shen Xingye stuffed the last bite of steamed bun into his mouth and reached out for another one.

"You eat so much, be careful that you won't be able to eat anything else later." Su Ziling picked out some vegetables and gave him a steamed bun.

"I'll just walk around a few more times and it will be digested. It's the same steamed bun, but it tastes better in the mountains than at home."

Su Ziling nodded. That was true. The food at home tasted just so-so, but once in the mountains and fields, his appetite would open up and he even felt that the steamed buns were a little sweeter.

After eating the steamed buns, Su Ziling put away his things and took an empty backpack. "Let's go. I'll take you around the area."

Along the way, there were people harvesting crops in the fields. When they saw Su Ziling, they would greet him with a smile.

The corn they had picked was placed on the stalks of the field, neatly arranged in rows. At first glance, the cobs were not very thick, but very even. Shen Xingye just walked and looked at them.

Everyone's working pattern was similar to Su Ziling's. The person in front was picking corn, and one person was left behind to cut the corn stalks.

The sweet potato vines are almost invisible when the corn stalks are standing, but once the corn stalks fall, the ground is covered with lush sweet potato vines.

Su Ziling took him for a walk and asked, "How is it? Is the harvest good?"

"What do you mean?" Shen Xingye smacked his lips. "It's too good to be true. I looked at the size of the corn cobs. You said a 20% increase in production is conservative."

"There are also some harvests that are not ideal." Looking at the wasteland opposite her family, Su Ziling raised her hand and pointed, "Come on, I'll take you to see something different."

After walking for a cup of tea, they finally arrived at the wasteland. Shen Xingye was stunned when he saw the green field of bitter melons climbing on the shelf in front of him.

"W-what is this?"

The frame built by Su's mother and her family was very sturdy, but it was also covered with bitter melons, and many vines even climbed into the mountains.

The chayote vines are covered with vines and the melons are hanging below. All the chayote vines are connected together, making it impossible to tell which one is which.

"Chayotes." It's almost September, and most of the chayotes are ripe, with only a few still tender.

Su Ziling picked the older ones and started to pick them. "I picked a few for you to try. We'll have to start picking them after we finish harvesting the corn. I thought we should keep them for a longer time so they can be stored longer."

"As long as it's not bumped, it won't be a problem to store it until February or March next year. The flesh of chayote is relatively sweet and can be boiled or steamed. This is an old one. The tender one can be eaten cold or stir-fried. You can try the taste later."

There were a lot of melons, but they were not particularly big. They were definitely not as big as in her previous life, but they were still pretty good, and the harvest was about what she expected.

With the experience gained this year, I will apply more manure next year, and I am afraid the harvest will be even better.

The shelf was not very high, so Su Ziling could walk underneath it easily and pick the melons just by raising his hand. But for the tall Shen Xingye and Chang Ce, it was a bit of a pain as they had to keep their heads down.

Otherwise you will keep getting hit.

"Hiss!" Shen Xingye's face wrinkled into a ball. He touched his forehead with one hand while looking at the culprit who was wandering around.

"Why does this thing have thorns?"

Su Ziling looked back at him, then looked at Chang Ce behind him and nodded silently. Well, they are worthy of being master and servant, even the way they cover their heads is exactly the same.

Then she took another look at the chayote dangling in the air and picked it off. "This one is old, so it has thorns. If it's tender and ripe like this, the thorns will be softened."

"The taste is similar, but the old ones are easier to store, while the tender ones will wilt after a short time."

Shen Xingye nodded, then lowered his head a little, looking at the endless chayote forest, he asked curiously: "How many trees have you planted?"

"Not many, just about thirty trees." As she picked more and more, the basket began to weigh down a little.

Before Shen Xingye could speak, Chang Ce took the initiative to step forward and take it for her, "Miss, let me do it."

"You come?" Su Ziling hesitated for a moment, "Okay, then I'll pick some more, just in time for you to take some away when you leave."

Shen Xingye followed her example and started picking the fruits. "Are you planning to store them for yourself or sell them? You probably can't eat so much if you eat them yourself, right?"

"Of course we can't eat them. We'll pick out some good ones to keep for seeds, and sell the rest."

Many people have seen how well the melon grows, and villagers have started to place orders with her, asking her to save some seeds for them.

When Su Zizhong got married, everyone ate this melon. It tasted delicious, and most importantly, it had a high yield.

After planting, even if you can't sell it, it's good to eat it yourself. Moreover, this melon can be stored for more than half a year without any problem.

"What's the approximate yield per mu of this melon? Why do I feel it's much higher than that of sweet potatoes?" Shen Xingye became more and more excited as he picked more and more melons. As they walked around the edge of the field, he had a general understanding of this thing and was just about to go back to taste it.

"Yield per mu?" Su Ziling frowned. "It's hard to calculate. This tree probably produced more than 200 fruits. Some good ones have more than 300, but they are a little small."

"Most of them weigh half a pound, and very few weigh one pound. If we take the average, one chayote weighs more than 120 pounds. I have planted more than 30 trees, so the weight is about 4,000 pounds."

"It's hard to say the yield per mu, because I planted directly on the edge of the field, not in the field. If the whole field was planted, the yield per mu would not be less than 6,000 kilograms."

“Six thousand!!!”

Shen Xingye's eyes widened, "Not less than?"

Su Ziling was still calm. After all, she was only talking half way. In modern times, tens of thousands of kilograms was not a problem.

"Oh my goodness, if we plant all chayote, then our Great Zhou will not be short of food, right?"

Su Ziling glanced at him and said in a disapproving tone, "You wishful thinking. Can you bear to chew this melon every day? I can only say that we grow both, but with this melon, everyone can eat more."

"Every household can plant two melons in front of or behind their houses, so they don't have to worry about melons this winter. Moreover, this melon can be used for cooking and can also fill the stomach. It tastes good too, so it's worth a try."

Shen Xingye nodded, "Okay, then you should take care of these melons for a while longer, don't rush to pick them, if they are picked too young they are not suitable for seeds. I will go back and discuss it with everyone today, and I will tell you when it is decided, so you don't have to sell them out."

The three of them walked and stopped along the way, and returned to the original place after a circle. "What are they growing here? I just saw some of it vaguely."

"The ginger and taro trees are not ripe yet. They can only be harvested in late October or November. I'll send some to you once they're processed."

Hearing that he was going to give it to him, Shen Xingye's lips slowly lifted up, but in the end he couldn't hold it back and just bared his big teeth, "Okay, then don't forget it."