Xiangxiang is a maverick but happy-go-lucky pig.

It has been two days since I came to Lao Song's house. I gave him a separate area in the pig pen in the back mountain to let him get used to it. I also isolated him for observation.

Without its Dabao father and its grandparents, Xiangxiang no longer has apples, bananas, pears and other fruits, nor the carefully prepared pig rice every day.

All he got was a mixture of wheat bran and rice bran that was exactly the same as other pigs.

The miscellaneous ingredients may be vegetable leaves, cabbage seeds, or cabbage heads.

but……

Its pigs have never tasted such delicious food, so brag!

Xiangxiang wore her own red flower jacket and instantly adapted to the life of sleeping on a pile of straw.

If I have any shortcomings... it's probably that I can no longer be led by my grandparents for a walk in the fragrant market.

But this mountain is quite fun. If you wander around, you can find some dried acorn kernels next to the pig pen, which is also very interesting.

Xiangxiang looked at her simple cement trough. What she was thinking about now was not the beautiful carved white porcelain basin at home, but——

Why hasn’t the meal come yet?

…

Everyone was busy on the mountain. The seventh cousin was doing the part-time job of feeding the pigs. He put down the pig food bucket and stared at Xiangxiang's dirty red coat. He couldn't help but mutter:

"Is it time to take off these clothes?"

This foreign pig looks fancy and wears fancy clothes.

He took it over and separated it from the pig pen. In the past two days, the big white pigs in the house didn't look at it seriously. They clearly disliked this bloodline. The wild boars didn't pay attention to it either.

Can it still work like this?

If we don't give birth to ten or eight piglets next year, our family will have to eat more meat, and our life will be miserable.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw Zhang Yanping riding an electric bike down the mountain.

The seventh cousin asked: "Yan Ping, why don't we take off this pig's coat? It's been wearing it in the pig pen all the time, digging into the mud, the ground, and the dead branches and leaves.

Mi Tai."

Zhang Yanping thought about it, but the seventh cousin was old, and he didn't feel comfortable letting an old man undress the pigs, so he stepped into the pig pen:

"I'll do it. I heard that Xiangxiang is in good health and isn't afraid of the cold. She shouldn't catch a cold."

"No." The seventh cousin nodded confidently: "Didn't Yanran and the others check and say everything is fine? They have been quarantined for two or three days, and they are still domesticated. What danger can there be?"

"If you ask me, I can put them in a pen as soon as they take off their clothes."

You have to hurry up when giving birth to piglets!

Zhang Yanping thinks about it too.

"Okay, you have to get used to it."

As he spoke, he opened the door and entered the pigsty, carefully coaxing Xiangxiang to take off her clothes.

The seventh cousin looked at Xiangxiang, a big man weighing 600 pounds, and couldn't help but click his tongue and shake his head.

"Now that people are free, they really dare to support anything!"

Fortunately, the 600-pound pig can be moved around in their yard.

Looking at the time again, it was almost time to prepare lunch, so I said hello and went back by myself.

…

At this moment, his bad apprentice Chef Bai Yanbai also got off the car at the entrance of the village and was looking at each other with the driver.

"It takes more than an hour to get here from the high-speed rail station. If you ask me for 400, aren't you robbing people?"

The driver was not happy either.

If you rip people off, how can a taxi driver not rip off people?

Can you blame me for not making a counteroffer yourself?

He then said loudly:

"Why do you say that? If you didn't agree, you would have bargained with me at the beginning! When you agreed, you were very generous. I thought you were not short of money. Now that you are here, you want to cheat, right?"

"Ouch!" The driver dealt with different passengers every day, and he couldn't cope with anything. Now he just opened his mouth and said sarcastically:

"You look so old, you can't even afford 400 yuan? You're here to celebrate the New Year... OK, OK, I admit it, I'll give you five yuan."

Chef Bai became furious instantly: "Is it the five yuan I'm short of?"

The driver stared at him with wide eyes: "It's even worse if you only have 395 left! You look a lot older, why can't you pay for the toll?"

"You're not... Why are you here in this village? Looking for relatives and friends? That's fine, just call them and ask them to pay for it. I can wait."

Chef Bai almost fainted from anger.

Can you wait?!

Do you know how much my monthly salary and dividends were before? Is 400 yuan a thing here? If it weren’t for mortgaging his house and investing it in Youran Ecological Base, and all the family burdens weighing on his mind, he would be getting 400 yuan now

Does money follow people's ink marks?!

What's more, my main goal today is to leave a good impression on Master Song, because 400 yuan is nothing to spend here.

He thought for a while, then angrily took out his mobile phone: "Okay, okay, 400 is 400. I don't care if you give me the five yuan."

The driver held up his cell phone, looked at him and muttered, thinking that five yuan is not money, this man really knows how to show off!

Just looking at it...it doesn't look like I'm returning home in fine clothes.

But no matter what, as long as the money is received.

So he closed the car door, his face changed instantly, and he said to Chef Bai enthusiastically:

"I just gave you my mobile phone number on the way. We need a car on the way back. Just call me and I'll come - don't worry, I'll give you a bargain this time."

Chef Bai was furious: "No, you can go."

Seeing the taxi go far away, he reacted slowly -

That...the original Master Song, where does he live now?

Why has this village changed so much?

And it’s really strange, it’s broad daylight, why don’t I see anyone on the road?

Chef Bai started to feel uneasy.

…

At this moment, people all over the village were gathered on the hillside.

The strong laborers left in the village today will plant orange trees.

Compared with the surprisingly large apple trees before, the orange trees are smaller after pruning. Now they are planting them in the holes they dug before, and everyone is chatting:

"When we grow oranges here, don't we always produce thick-skinned oranges? Others with thin skins are not frost-resistant and probably won't survive."

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"It should be okay, right? Didn't Shitoupo sell it for 1 yuan per catty this year? Pick it yourself. If it's delivered to your door, it'll be 2 yuan per catty."

"But Lao Song's radish and cabbage can be sold for sky-high prices, so these oranges must be more than that."

Everyone was talking about it and suddenly regretted: "If I had known, I would have planted one or two trees in front of the door."

Indeed, Song Sancheng and his family hired experts to farm their land, and they were particularly famous old experts.

This kind of seedling is definitely a good choice.

or……

"Let's go back and ask who in the village wants to plant some? See if you can buy some for us?"

The most important thing is that this tree does not take up any space.

Nowadays, the open space in front of and behind every house is carefully cultivated, and the old Song family's vegetable seedlings are planted before they are ready.

It would be too troublesome to plant other fruit trees, but this orange seedling is not big, so it should be okay, right?

Everyone discussed in twos and threes, and then pondered:

"It is said that this year's farming will require a lot of people to pick vegetables, and we also need manpower... Judging from the way their whole family goes to the mountains to pack vegetables, I guess there will be a shortage of people this year... Otherwise, I won't go out to work?"

Someone next to me also agreed: "I don't want to go out. I'm getting older. I'll get in the way when there is an inspection, and I won't be able to get to good places. Last year, I changed three to five factories in one year, and I was just running on the road."

"Hey, you said that the old Song family grows orchards and vegetables, will they do some picking activities like those in the city?"

"If it really exists, I wonder if we can have a farmhouse here."

"That's probably quite disgusting. If someone else eats the food from the Song family, isn't it as delicious as the one we made here?"

"That's not necessarily true," the speaker pondered, "can't everyone take it home? There are only two people busy in the canteen on the mountain at the moment, and there are too many people to deal with."

"I think something is going on. Look at Song Tan, her partner. I heard she can earn tens of millions a year. And her cousin, isn't he planning to open a B&B in the village?"
To be continued...