At around nine o'clock, Lu Yanzhi went back to his room and said he was going to rest, but Cang Hai turned his head and saw that the lights in his room were on, and he didn't know what he was thinking or busy with.

Wen Yidao replaced Lu Yanzhi's position and lay on the recliner, looking at the sky above his head happily. Even if his wife asked him to go home, he would not leave. Hai Mingzhu called twice, but saw that he did not move, so she went home first.

The two of them were speechless, one looked at the sky, the other closed their eyes and hummed a little tune. The two of them had a consistent movement, that was, they would raise their hands and slap their legs from time to time, because mosquitoes would visit them from time to time.

There are not many mosquitoes in Sijiaping now. Although the environment is good, there are many trees, but there are many natural enemies of mosquitoes. Whether it is bats or dragonflies, they are very common. For example, dragonflies are in groups during the day, and they can’t get more mosquitoes even if they want to. Moreover, although the mosquitoes in Sijiaping Village are big, they are not poisonous. Unlike many flower mosquitoes in the city, they are not big, but they are a big flat bag in one bite, which is extremely itchy.

"Second Brother Hai, Second Brother Hai!"

Just as Canghai was leisurely, suddenly someone called Canghai down the slope.

Cang Hai opened his eyes, stood up lazily from the recliner, walked to the front of the railing, held his hands on the railing and looked down, preparing to see who was calling him.

"Second Brother Hai!"

Canghai finally discovered it, it turned out to be Wei Changhao.

This kid is now accompanying his wife out for a walk. His wife is now more than five months pregnant and is already pregnant.

Now the villagers regard Canghai and his wife as a benchmark, and many details of life have become the object of imitation by the villagers. For example, the pregnant young wife has learned from Shi Wei and has to walk around after dinner every day. Of course, the husband must be with him at this time, because Canghai is with him. If there is a man who doesn’t accompany him, even if the wife doesn’t get angry, the elderly at home will chase and beat up their children with sticks.

Not to mention anything else, it is Wei Wenkui who has finished supper now. As long as he is fine, he will accompany his wife to go out for more than an hour.

"What's the matter?" Cang Hai asked.

"Brother Hai, your pig has given birth to a cub!" Wei Changsheng shouted.

Cang Hai was stunned when he heard this, turned his head and asked subconsciously: "Have our pigs given birth to a baby? When did it happen?"

Wen Yidao looked confused and asked back, "Ask me, who will I ask? Is this your pig or my pig!"

Canghai replied directly to him: "The pork from your house is gone during the Chinese New Year this year! I want to eat it and buy it in the town."

"Don't let me go, my pig is ready, let's not stand and go and have a look!" Wen Yidao said as he put down his bare feet and stuffed them into his shoes, and then pulled his shoes down the slope.

So the two brothers walked towards the pigpen below.

When we arrived at the pigpen, there were already many people around the pigpen because everyone liked the pork raised by the Canghai family. Giving pigs meant that they could be divided into more pork during the Chinese New Year in the future. Although many families also raised pigs, the pigs in Canghai were scorpions shit - a portion of (poison).

Most of the sows in other families are now mixed breeds, namely wild boars and sows. As long as their family gets a small boar, they will choose to slap them. When they grow up, they eat meat and never leave seeds.

But Canghai’s family is not. The pure-bred native black pigs in Canghai’s family are too strong and are not afraid of wild boars. Therefore, Canghai’s family raises pure-bred earth black pigs that are rare in the village now.

When he arrived at the pigpen, Cang Hai stretched his head and looked in, and found a sow that looked like a piece of meat lying on his side in the pigpen. There was a group of pigs hanging on the breasts like small meat skewers under his belly.

Except for this sow in the pigpen, the other pigs are at the door of the pigpen, with about twenty of them, both lying or lying down. They look a bit like the walruses living on the beach on TV. They are all chubby, which shows how good the nutrition is.

A boar was now looking at the crowd around the door of the pigpen with a little nervousness, and humming like a warning in his mouth.

This boar is quite strong, at least about 600 pounds, with a shoulder height that reaches Canghai's waist. Not to mention, just the egg hanging behind the butt is as big as a child's head, which shows how amazing its size is.

Each of the two fangs is as thick as an adult's thumb, about ten centimeters long, sharp as small blades, and rosin rubbed off the pine trees, protecting its body like armor.

It is already very rare for a local boar to grow like this. The Canghai family has two boars. Such boars go crazy. Four or five adults don’t want to get close to each other. Even if a wild bear wants to get cheaper, it will have to pay a considerable price.

"Twelve!" Wen Yidao counted and told Cang Hai the good news.

"It's done!" Cang Hai nodded.

The family usually has ten sows, and at most they were born sixteen, but the sixteen sows that time were mostly small boars, and they were all meat-eating goods. If they were sows, the population could be expanded.

Of course, over the past year, the villagers have eaten a bit harshly. They have money in their pockets and their verbal desires arise. After eating the pigs from Canghai, they are less likely to raise them at home. It’s nothing to cook heavy dishes such as braised pork, but for example, they have to use the pork from Canghai to taste it.

"Oh, drink! This big boar is amazing."

Canghai looked over as he listened to the voice and found an old man in his sixties standing next to Li Licheng. Although he didn't know him, he still smiled politely at others, saying hello.

"Peace, peace!" Canghai shouted behind him.

Lin Jinyong said at this time: "Ping An is not here, do you have anything to tell me?"

Ping An is no longer a bachelor now, and there are women. It is rare to see him wandering around Canghai. Now he is walking around Wu Hui. Canghai subconsciously calls him again, so how can he call someone for a while?

"Go and get some food for the sows, make some corn that you just made, and then add some fruit. By the way, there is a small basket of rotten peaches in the well and feed them," Cang Hai said.

Hearing Cang Hai's words, Lin Jinyong immediately nodded and took a trot to get the things.

"How many male and female?" asked the strange old man again.

Without waiting for Cang Hai to answer, Li Licheng, who was standing next to him, said: "Who dares to go in and see now? What should I do if the pig who just got a baby bites someone?"

"Yes! By the way, young man, do you have a pig to mate? What is the price for mate?" The strange old man asked at Canghai.

The old man was obviously happy to see the hunting, and he was counting on giving the two big boars of the Canghai family to his own pigs.

Canghai never thought about this. If the villagers wanted to breed, they would say hello to Canghai, but this was the first time that people outside wanted to breed their own pigs.

Li Licheng said at this time: "Don't think about this. How many days does your pigs have been slaughtered? How many days does this pig have to be raised? I tell you that this pig needs to be raised for at least one year. If you want to raise it until the best taste, it will take about sixteen months. Can you wait?"

The strange old man immediately startled and said, "It will take so long?"

Master raises pigs to make money, so naturally the faster it is, the better it is. Not to mention sixteen months, even ten months are not something he can tolerate.

Wei Changhao next to him smiled and said, "If you are going to feed the feed, don't make such an idea. It is better to feed this pig directly with feed. The big white pig produces at least a lot of meat. Don't think of the big shelf, it is actually mainly because of the thick bones. There is no need to kill less than 200 pounds."

"What a pity, what a pity," said the strange old man.

"Your family is not suitable for raising this pig, so you can only be free. If you feed it, you will lose your fault," Li Licheng said with a smile.

Seeing Cang Hai's face full of confusion, Li Licheng explained: "This is my cousin, my aunt's cousin, his grandfather and my grandmother are brothers and sisters."

Canghai thought to himself: Wow! How can this be calculated? These two people are in their early sixties, and the time span of grandparents is too large.

This is what the old people say about the old man keeps kissing. The aunt can continue to kiss for several generations, but the aunt’s marriage is different.

After a while, Lin Jinyong took over a basket of rotten peaches that Canghai said, saying they were rotten peaches. In fact, not many rotten ones were just ugly, the fruits were smaller, and the most of the big ones were picked by Zhang Jiusheng. The remaining ones were mostly iron-headed storage grains, and half of the stored grains were thrown into the space by Canghai. Now there are only four or five baskets in the water tower, and half of them are such fruits.

As soon as half a basket of fruits poured into the pigpen, the entire pigs stood up immediately, otherwise how could the pigs have a sense of smell than the dog?

Unfortunately, except for the other big boar, all other pigs were blocked by the boar guarding the gate, so there were only three big pigs in the pigpen eating peaches.

Canghai was unhappy when he saw it. Peaches were used to supplement the sows. How could it be if two fools came in to share the food?

"Tiger head, tiger head!"

Canghai shouted twice, and the tiger head appeared next to his master. From this point of view, the tiger head is much more reliable than Ping An.

"Twist these two guys away for me!"

When Hutou heard his body, his two front paws stomped on the wall of the pigpen, and then turned on the hair dryer mode: wu ~ wu ~ wu ~ wang ~ wang !

As soon as Hutou yelled, all the dogs following the villagers started to yell. For a moment, the sound of the wobbles made everyone feel uncomfortable in their eardrums.

When the two big boars heard this, they immediately held a few fruits in their mouths and ran out of the pigpen in shame.

After eating the fruit for a few bites, the two big boars dared to stand at the door and looked at the Taoduizi inside, and they didn't dare to enter the circle at all.

"This tiger head is so yellow!"

The old man said.

After pausing, the old man asked Canghai again, "Is this tiger-headed yellow nest in your house?"

“…”

Canghai really doesn’t know what to say about this old man.

He said in a very depressed mood: This old man is really interested. When he saw the pig, he asked himself if the pig was fertilized. When he saw the dog was good, he asked if the dog was fucked. Fortunately, he didn't think he was good, otherwise he might be able to send his granddaughter over!

In fact, Cang Hai was wrong. If Cang Hai had not been married yet, the old man in front of him would really send his granddaughter over to Cang Hai's wife happily. The key is whether Cang Hai himself wants it. I have to say that based on his longing, his granddaughter is, alas, it's hard to describe it!

Now the young men in Sijiaping Village are all in high demand, not to mention Canghai, which created the legend of Sijiaping. Fortunately, it is a new society and the country will not allow concubines. If the country announces that it can take concubines tomorrow, there will be no fewer families in the four miles and eight villages who want to send their daughters here.

Everyone was watching the pig, and a few small highlights swayed from far to near.

When I got closer, I found that there were seven or eight children, each with a flashlight in his hand, and a small bucket, a small net bag, etc. No need to ask, this is the large team that caught cicada monkeys.

The little tiger was headed, and after being overwhelmed, there were a bunch of small radish heads in the middle. Look at these children, they looked like mud monkeys, and it was obvious that tonight's activity was not just about catching cicada monkeys, but also playing in the water.

The little guy's results are pretty good, and he is at least half a minute in the bucket. As for the misty net bag, there are at least two or three kilograms of cicada monkeys, which can be said to be a great harvest.
Chapter completed!