Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 857 857. Feed pigs pigs

The pot was too big, and even though there was a blazing flame in the stove underneath, it still took almost an hour to cook the pot of pig food into a mess.

The golden old pumpkin has been stirred into pieces, the sweet potatoes have inevitably taken on a light color, and wheat bran, rice bran and corn cob flour have been mixed into a large, sticky pot.

Only the chopped water hyacinth vines that were accidentally put into the pot first have been boiled into a pale yellow-green color, giving the originally attractive pig food an unappetizing color.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was patient and waited for an hour.

In this hour, the anchor first played with the dog and disappeared, and then went to tease the long-tailed pheasant. Will everyone feel that Guoyi's appearance is honorable?

 No, everyone just feels cold. Because the bigger and more majestic rooster saw that its young master wanted to tease his wife (a long-tailed pheasant with a short tail), so the rooster's comb was blood red, and he caught the male long-tailed pheasant and beat it all over the chicken feathers, and the long tail almost came off. root!

 Tragic, really tragic!

 Is this the end?

No!

Several treasures from the mountain came down to visit us! But the lens and range were obviously not what a small mobile phone could carry, so in the end everyone looked numbly at the empty live broadcast room, feeling very calm.

 Be content! There is also a pot of luxurious breakfast for you to see today!

 When Qiaoqiao finally carefully buried the two carefully selected sweet potatoes into the almost burnt stove, the pot of pig food was finally cooked.

 But it’s not over yet.

Even though the pigs were already barking like crazy, the food was so hot right out of the pot that I really couldn’t give it to them.

Qiaoqiao took the big gourd and ladle, scooped ladle after ladle into the bucket, and then put the bucket into the pool to speed up the heat dissipation. She stuffed five buckets into the big pool, and this was the end.

After these five buckets were taken down, only half of the pot of sticky pig food was left.

Without panic, he added some water, covered the pot, and continued to simmer slowly.

 When the sweet potatoes are cooked at noon, add two more sticks of firewood. The pig food will still be hot at night, which is perfect for the weather as it gets cooler at night.

This is already considered very considerate. In previous years, pig food would not be cooked until winter.

Qiaoqiao was originally very patient, but the pigs screamed so cruelly and loudly that he sighed helplessly. Then he stood next to the pigsty, holding a shoe brush and painting several pigs very carefully. I brushed my hair one by one and watched them groan and fall down, and then I said:

 “Stop barking, stop barking! If you scream so loudly, you’ll be hungry soon.”

But the pig food didn’t cool down so quickly. Qiao Qiao paused. He looked at a few pigs and wanted to let go of his voice. He had no choice but to turn over into the pig pen and brush their backs one by one with a shoe brush.

This kind of delicate tickling can only be enjoyed with Qiaoqiao.

 The pigs lay there and finally became quiet.

 The live broadcast room blocked by the pig pen door:…

  【A very new live broadcast】

　　【Is there anything that I, a senior member, cannot watch? 】

  【What is the secret behind the door】

　　【Do you want to eat this luxurious breakfast? It’s already 7:50! 】

【that is! Whose pig hasn't eaten at 8 o'clock? 】

 Fortunately, it didn't take long before Qiaoqiao finally stood up and picked up the little red plastic bucket that the pigs loved most.

The hot pig food was poured into the slender pig trough bucket by bucket. Dahei turned his body sideways and stepped into the stone trough with a particularly domineering foot. Guagua ate without raising his head.

 But the fat and strong big white pig behind him just pushed forward with all his strength and found the perfect position next to it. Several pigs crowded together and ate frantically, and soon there was a mess next to the pig trough.

Qiaoqiao looked contentedly: "Are you full now? Bye bye, pigs, I'm going to take the children to dry the sweet potatoes."

　　He rinsed several buckets clean, then picked up the cell phone holder, and headed up the mountain happily.

Everyone in the live broadcast room didn’t know why, but they suddenly let out a sigh of relief.

 Maybe it was the luxurious breakfast this morning that put too much pressure on everyone.

Work on the mountain is already in full swing.

In the large open space of the factory building, everyone gathered together to work happily. They did not focus on efficiency and set up an assembly line. They washed the sweet potatoes together and cut them together. Now Qiao Qiao came up the mountain, and the bamboo curtain There are already several layers on it.

The people in the village are not so particular about drying sweet potatoes. The red and white ones are randomly cut together, and the thickness is about the same.

This drying method is very simple. Just slice the slices and dry them directly in the sun until they are completely dry. But they taste just like dried chestnuts, and even sucking them takes an hour.

  It is truly a tool for grinding teeth.

Everyone was chatting lively. If you pick vegetables on weekdays, they are all for sale, which is quite elegant. Nowadays, it is completely normal to cut up the sweet potatoes and pop a piece into your mouth.

 Everyone will notice the difference after just one bite:

 “This sweet potato is so delicious!”

 “Old Song, your family’s money spent this year is really worth it! Good! It’s delicious!”

“Ah, if the sweet potatoes had tasted like this when I was a kid, we wouldn’t have had heartburn.”

"You're just bragging! If you eat flat peaches every day, you'll make yourself vomit... I don't like sweet potatoes anyway."

Ulan was also generous: "Okay, you can come and help me when planting sweet potatoes next year, and I will give you an extra ridge of sweet potato seedlings."

I'm afraid that next year, every household will have to plant other things in their fields, and they may not be able to take care of this. At that time, we can only choose some nook and cranny places, and one ridge is more than enough.

Everyone was laughing happily, and they were somewhat aware of their work during this period. After tasting two slices, they knew they were dried and sold, so they resisted.

Just give it a try, it doesn’t matter. But if you eat endlessly, it will be annoying.

And Qiaoqiao also pinched a piece of sweet potato on the bamboo curtain to show everyone:

“Children, this is the dried sweet potato that our family will be drying. However, it is not the kind that is red, soft, and sweet. It is very hard after drying, and a small piece can be eaten for a long time.”

His friendly reminder: "So children with bad teeth should not buy it! They can't bite."

Zhang Yanping watched from the side, and then added: "Please note, after drying, this does not look very good, it is a bit grayish-yellow. It is recommended not to give it away."

“Although it’s a bit ugly, it weighs one pound and is much more durable than the soft ones. The shelf life is also very long...it can last for a year without any problem.”

The barrage flashed by quickly—

　　【Do you still need to increase the shelf life of the food you sell? 】

  【Old-fashioned dried sweet potatoes? Ahhhh my love! I really can’t eat that kind of soft food]

  【Gift to someone? It’s so funny, I’m lucky if I can get it]

　　【What old-fashioned one? Shouldn’t dried sweet potatoes be steamed and dried several times to make them soft, sweet and chewy? 】

　　【If one piece can be eaten for a long time, it will be more cost-effective to buy it back and it will last longer, right? 】

　　【Ah ah ah, isn't that a good deal per pound? ! 】

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Update 2, good night!

Let me report again, the male and female protagonists meet in winter, and the male protagonist follows the crew to the female protagonist in spring and summer.

　　…

I haven’t been very efficient recently. It must be because I haven’t sacrificed my sisters for a long time—

"The Xuanmen ancestors were mind-read, and the whole family was addicted to becoming villains"

Being reincarnated into a younger generation, your inner thoughts are still heard by your family, and the whole family gets into a weird mood together, fighting, eating, and being spoiled!

Come, come, seedlings can be invested or slaughtered!

 (End of this chapter)