Luo Yong also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that several of his piglets survived well.
Regarding this method of chopping pigs, he had only heard it mentioned once before when he was eating at a fellow villager's house.
Now he was asked to do it by himself.
He felt quite uneasy.
If he couldn't do it, he had to do it.
On the other hand, more importantly, he was worried about killing all his piglets.
As a result, when he tried it, it went very smoothly, so he chopped off the remaining pigs, and his original plan of trying it in several batches was thrown out of the window.
Sure enough, he was still more talented at making pigs than at painting.
Luo Sanlang thought so in his heart.
When it comes to painting, Luo Yong is still competing with peony recently.
In the past two days, he made a wool felt mat with a peony pattern.
It is somewhat better than the original one, but he is still not satisfied.
"Brother, it's time to feed the pigs," Luo Wulang shouted outside the yard.
"Here we come."
Luo Yong put down his brush, stood up and left the house.
He saw that Wulang was already standing in the yard waiting for him with a basket of dried bean dregs.
The background was one after another of straw curtains, with a small sun shining in the sun.
A small piece of tofu dregs.
They had exchanged these bean dregs from the villagers in the past few days.
As soon as they heard that Luo Yong had started collecting bean dregs, the villagers carried the bean dregs they had saved here in load after load and exchanged them for the soy sauce beans.
The fermented fermented bean curd is not only enough for my own consumption, but my relatives and friends also gave some as gifts.
The ones drying in the yard are just fresh bean dregs, but there are still a lot of dried bean dregs piled up in a room in the Luo family's backyard.
It can be seen from the amount of bean dregs that the tofu business in their village is really doing well.
"Fourth Niang, watch Liu Lang and Qiniang at home."
At this time, Er Niang also came out of the kitchen carrying two wooden buckets.
"Oh."
Siniang agreed reluctantly.
Yesterday, Wulang was the housekeeper, and today it is her turn.
She really wants to go feed the pigs with everyone.
Feeding pigs was supposed to be a tiring job, but these kids at home made it feel like an outing, which is kind of funny.
The weather has been very good these days.
The sun has been shining for several days in a row.
The thick snow outside has gradually melted.
There are still some small snowdrifts on the slopes that have not yet melted.
From the looks of it, we probably won’t be able to hold on for long. .
There is still a bit of chill in the wind blowing in front of you, but it is no longer as cold as in winter, which can almost freeze people to the bone.
When Luo Yong first came here, it was still early winter.
In the blink of an eye, the winter was over and spring had arrived.
Erniang went to the village to fetch water with her bucket.
Luo Yong put some more wheat bran into Wulang's basket: "Can you still carry it?"
"You can lift it."
Wulang said, holding his little neck.
"Okay, then you go ahead."
Luo Yong reached out and patted his back, letting Wulang go first.
He still had to carry some firewood himself.
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The firewood he carried a few days ago was almost burned.
Not enough to cook another meal of pig food.
Wulang carried a basket and sold his short legs and walked out of the yard.
Wheat and green beans were running behind him.
Si Niang stood at the door of the courtyard and called beans and beans several times, but beans didn't even look back.
Just ran away.
"I told you not to feed me well.
It's hard to talk now."
Luo Yong couldn't help but be happy when he saw this scene. "" Siniang sniffed and went back to the canteen with her shoulders hanging down.
When Luo Yong carried a stick of firewood to the pig pens, he saw Wu Lang adding straw to the pig pens.
At this time, the pig pen cannot be made into a concrete floor for easy cleaning, so we have to add straw to it.
Add some dry straw every day and clean it thoroughly every once in a while.
The cleaned straw and pig manure can be used to fertilize the fields.
Luo Yong couldn't help but frown when he thought of the process of cleaning the pigsty.
In this era where there were no rubber products, he didn't even have a pair of water shoes.
In order not to waste the cloth shoes, he could only wear straw sandals or...
Went in barefoot.
Fortunately, this place originally had some slopes.
When Luo Yong was repairing the pigsty, he built the side near the exit on a high point on the gentle slope.
The back of the pigsty was at a low point.
Behind the pigsty, Luo Yong also let Someone helps dig a ditch, and then the sewage in the pigsty can flow into the ditch by itself.
In this way, the number of times the pigsty must be cleaned can be slightly reduced.
The sewage in the ditch can be scooped up and mixed with some clean water.
You can carry it directly to water the ground.
Luo Yong put down the firewood and went over to scatter straw into the pig pen with Wu Lang.
There is a layer of wax on the surface of this straw, which is not easy to decompose and cannot be used directly to fertilize fields.
However, if you throw it into a pig pen and soak it in pig manure and urine for some time, it will be stepped on by the pigs inside every day.
After stepping on it, by the time it comes out of the pigsty, the layer of wax has basically decomposed.
After a little composting, it becomes a very good fertilizer.
After the two brothers had added straw to several pig pens, the second mother also came over with a load of water.
A few people were cooking pig food in a small shed next to the pig pen.
At first, the villagers were very puzzled by their behavior of cooking pig food.
In their local area, pigs only eat raw food, so why did Luo Sanlang's family have to cook for them like humans?
Luo Yong said that those boars had just been castrated by him, and he was afraid that they would be difficult to raise, so he cooked some hot food for them.
As soon as this word spread, many people said that Luo Sanlang was really soft-hearted.
Don't those pigs look very good?
They were missing two balls, but they were still alive and kicking.
Na Luo Sanlang actually wanted to look like The injured generally take care of them.
No matter what others say, the Luo brothers and sisters still have to cook two meals of pig food for these piglets every day.
While they were cooking, Erniang suddenly remembered something and ran home to bring some dried vegetables: "It's spring, these dried vegetables are no longer needed, so let's give them to the pigs."
"Okay."
Luo Yong took the dried vegetables, crushed them into pieces and threw them into the pot, cooking them together with the bean dregs and wheat peel.
These dried vegetables were all picked by Er Niang and Si Niang from the nearby slopes in the summer and autumn last year.
At that time, they calculated that the food they had at home was probably not enough to survive this winter.
They picked more wild vegetables and dried them to fill their stomachs.
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Later Luo Yong woke up and made tofu at home, so they didn't eat these dried vegetables very much anymore.
They only ate some occasionally and ate the tender ones as side dishes.
Now that spring is here, so many vegetables are of no use. , just use it to raise pigs.
As the heat from the pot wafted out, the piglets in the pen began to groan and squawk.
Each one of them pushed their heads against the wooden fence, trying to get out of it.
The eight piglets put together are quite edible.
One large pot of pig food is not enough, so two pots have to be cooked.
The siblings were cooking pig food there.
Occasionally, on the village road not far away, if familiar villagers passed by, they would stop to say hello to them, or even walk over to talk to them and take a look at the pigs.
Cub's.
Everyone in the village said that spring is about to begin, and they want to make more tofu to sell now.
When the busy farming season comes, the family will not be able to spare people to do this, and they may have to stop for a few days.
It is a pity, but The work in the fields cannot be delayed.
Farmers are not willing to delay farming for anything, especially many of the elders in their village who came from the war years and regard food as their fate.
Luo Yong and others also had to farm, but he came from later generations, and he didn't take food as seriously as the people here.
Besides, even if he didn't learn much about history, he still knew about the Zhenguan period and knew that people generally didn't starve to death in the past two decades.
The Luo family previously had dozens of acres of land, but most of it was sold in the first half of last year.
Now there are only about ten acres left, five of which are planted with winter wheat.
After spring, weeding, watering and fertilizing are inevitable.
The harvest will not be available until May and June.
Luo Yong plans to plant all the other acres of land in corn.
Firstly, their main ration now is corn flour, and secondly, when paying taxes, they also need to turn in a lot of corn.
As for vegetables, just opening a few vegetable plots next to the pig pen is enough.
You can't eat much if you eat vegetables anyway.
"Then if we don't grow hemp, we still have to pay taxes."
Erniang said worriedly.
"If you don't grow hemp anymore, just knit a few more pairs of socks.
You won't have to worry about the money."
Luo Yong said, "Pay more attention in the future.
If there is cheap and good cloth, buy some and put them at home." ” "Then I'll listen to you."
Not sowing hemp or twisting hemp thread, this has never happened in their Luo family.
Erniang always feels a little unsure in her heart, but since Sanlang said so, let's do it. , since Saburo woke up, life at home has been getting better and better day by day, and it must be right to listen to him.
Luo Yong also knew that farmers at this time had poor risk tolerance, so they wished they could make food and clothing at home, so that they would not die of hunger or cold.
It's just that their labor force is limited after all.
If they do one thing, they won't be able to find the manpower to do that thing, so they need to make choices.
Before the snow on the ground had completely melted away, anxious villagers started plowing the land.
For a time, plow cattle became a commodity in short supply.
Just when Luo Yong was thinking about whether to go to the Lin family to borrow cattle from his brother-in-law, Zhao Dalang from Shuozhou came.
After Zhao Chen returned to Shuozhou in the first month, he started to collect wool.
Now that he had almost collected it, he shipped the wool over first and exchanged it for some fermented bean curd to go back, so that his father would not have to talk to him about this all day long.
Things don't feel right at all.
The animals he used to transport wool were neither cows nor horses, but a group of big donkeys.
Luo Sanlang narrowed his eyes when he saw the group of donkeys.
"Why don't you use an oxcart to pull it?"
Luo Sanlang smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the neck of a big donkey.
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He saw that it was the strongest among the group of donkeys.
"Afraid of missing the spring plowing, the cattle were left at home."
Zhao Chen and his family don't just rely on selling livestock, they also have a large manor that can produce a lot of food every year.
"Donkeys are not bad either."
Luo Sanlang said sincerely.
"All the wool I transported this time will be replaced with fermented bean curd."
Zhao Chen said.
Recently, someone in Shuozhou heard about fermented bean curd from Taiyuan City.
At this time, he exchanged a batch of fermented bean curd from Luoyong and returned, hoping to get a lot of money and food.
"Okay, no problem."
Luo Yong happened to have made a lot of fermented bean curd recently, so he wasn't worried about running out of stock.
After the two completed the transaction of exchanging wool for fermented bean curd, Luo Yong enthusiastically gave Zhao Chen a jar of bean paste and a jar of soy sauce, and then talked to him about the donkey.
It just so happened that Zhao Chen came back to Luo's house and noticed something new.
When he just entered the yard, he saw several children holding wooden picks and poking at a brightly colored mat.
He looked carefully.
Look, that thing turned out to be wool felt.
Wool felts were common on the grasslands, and he often saw them in Shuozhou, but the colors and patterns were incomparable to the wool felts he had seen before.
Zhao Chen is not ignorant of goods.
Apart from other things, Luo Sanlang must have spent a lot of money on dyeing.
"Sanlang wants to buy a donkey.
The one you just fell in love with is a donkey."
Zhao Chen said.
"Ah" Luo Yong couldn't react in time.
He also knew that the guy he just fell in love with was a donkey, not a horse, and not an ox.
"The first donkey is the leader of the group of donkeys."
Zhao Chen explained to him.
"Oh" Luo Yong nodded.
No wonder the donkey he was looking at just now was the most impressive among the group of donkeys.
It turned out to be the leader.
"That's a good donkey.
He's famous throughout Shuozhou City."
He's famous, but it's hard to say whether he has a good reputation or not.
That donkey was notoriously willful in Shuozhou City and could no longer be sold at a good price locally.
Zhao Chen brought him out this time just to sell it.
Logically speaking, it would be good to keep such a good donkey as a breeding donkey.
However, many local herdsmen said that the calves born from such a breeding donkey would also be thorny, so they were unwilling to pay a high price.
"How much do you plan to sell the donkey for?"
Luo Yong looked at the donkey and it was really pleasing to his eye.
"Give me five pairs of cushions like the ones just now."
Zhao Chen offered the price.
"Okay, five pairs is five pairs."
Luo Yong was also rare to speak well this time.
"That's right now, my family happens to be short of such a donkey.
Otherwise, I plan to sell those mats for a hundred cents each."
With the current purchasing power of money, that donkey should be sold for less than a thousand cents.
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It's just that when doing business, you can't do everything perfectly.
You can take advantage of everything.
You should also make the other party happy occasionally.
Otherwise, how can this business be done for a long time?
Zhao Dalang was really happy to get these pairs of mats.
He would take them out and take a look at them if he had anything to do.
With such bright colors and beautiful patterns, if he took them back to Shuozhou, someone would definitely be willing to pay a high price for them, but he If Ye Niang and Weng Po like it, it would be a good idea to keep them at home.
As for the donkeys, why did he keep so many donkeys?
Not only did he want to sell the first donkey, but he also planned to sell some of the other donkeys.
When we came here, each donkey had to carry dozens of kilograms of wool.
When we returned, we only had a few kilograms of fermented bean curd.
We didn't need so many donkeys and camel stuff at all.
The price of donkeys here in Lishi County is much higher than in Shuozhou.
On this trip, he originally planned to make two transactions, one for wool and one for donkeys.
Luo Sanlang: I really didn’t expect that those cushions would be sold like that.
As his skills matured, he now looked at the first few cushions he made, and they were getting rougher and rougher.
He didn't expect to be able to get a big donkey in exchange for them.
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