Add water to the large pot, then pour the cabbage that Mei didn't want and the chopped pig vegetables she had chopped into and cook. After the pig vegetables were boiled, scoop two liters of rice bran, pour it into the pot, and stir it continuously. The rice bran will gradually absorb the water and be cooked. Therefore, a pot of pig food similar to porridge is ready.

When there was no war, Mrs. Gu also fed pigs, and put them on the wooden partitions on the top of the pigpen.

Mrs. Gu took off the bucket and melon scoop and washed it clean yesterday. At this time, the pig food was boiled, and immediately scooped the pig food in the pot into the bucket, then put it in the yard to dry it, and washed the pot again.

She did not throw away the water from washing the pot, but put it in another bucket, and left it for the pig to be cooked tomorrow.

After the pig food in the bucket was almost cold, she carried the pig food to the door of the pigpen.

The piglets were so hungry that they were humming, which made people feel heartbroken.

Mrs. Gu opened the circle door and drove away the piglet who was constantly arching the circle door with her nose, and then poured the pig food from the bucket into the wooden food trough near the door.

After pouring the pig's food, she made a "slight" sound to call the pig's food, while peeling it apart to ensure that all six pigs could eat it.

The six little pigs lined up in a row, their noses kept arching in the trough, and their mouths were still groaning, and they looked very delicious.

Gu Qiao stood at the circle door with his toes on his toes and looked at this scene, thinking that the pig was really an easy animal to feed.

"Qiao'er, please help me get half a bucket of water." Mrs. Gu preached to Gu Qiao in the pigpen.

"Okay!" Gu Qiao immediately went to fetch water.

Mrs. Gu had swept all the pig manure to the farthest corner from the gate and piled it up. Then she took the water, poured the water on it, and made the piece wet, then she retreated.

Then she stood with Gu Qiao and looked at the scene of the piglet fighting for food in the circle with her, feeling warm in her heart.

"You can go to the field to cut mustard leaves to feed them in two days. I'm afraid that they will eat more deliciously at that time." Mrs. Gu smiled.

"Yes, mustard leaves can also be used to feed pigs!" Gu Qiao was overjoyed.

"There are also radishes, and the radishes are bored. It's probably hollow. We can give them to the pigs if we can't eat them."

Gu Qiao nodded and suddenly felt that this would make it better to have no wasted vegetables at home.

The grandparents and grandchildren kept watching the pig finish eating the pig's food.

Afterwards, Mrs. Gu went to the ground to pick up a few pieces of broken tiles and threw them to the pile of feces.

The tiles fell into the feces accurately and Mrs. Gu shouted to the pig: "Did you hear that when you go to the corner when you shit and pee?"

As she said that, she threw another tile into the corner.

But this time the tiles fell from the gap in the wooden board into the septic tank below.

The pigpen is made of wooden, with a small gap between the wooden board and the wooden board. Only the gap closest to the farthest from the gate door is slightly larger, probably to facilitate the push of pig manure into the septic tank.

Mrs. Gu's tiles fell into the gap, and she was not angry, and then she lost another piece.

The tile bounced on the wooden board next to the dung pile, making a "bang" sound.

The piglets heard the sound and groaned near the circle door. After a while, they tried to walk towards the corner and then sniff the tiles and the smell around them.

Gu Qiao couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Grandma, can pigs really understand the words. Can they go to that corner to defecate?"

"That's what my ancestors did, don't worry, don't look at the pigs as they look like this, they are cute and clean." Mrs. Gu said, picking up the manure bucket and going to the well.

Gu Qiao pondered the principle of this, and later felt that the pile of feces was the key point. Just like her former friend raised a dog, in order to make the dog urinate, things with the smell of dog urine would be placed at a certain point.

Probably, that's the reason?

After feeding the pig, Mrs. Gu's salt and vegetables also entered the jar.

"Tomorrow we have to sow the seeds of Caesare, cultivate seedlings, and cultivate them. We will try to plant all crops earlier this year. Last year, rice was planted late." Mrs. Gu then explained his plan in detail.

The next day, the family began to farm in a planned manner as Gu Pozi said.

The soil in the main house has become a seedling cultivation base. Mrs. Gu scattered the cotton seeds and sesame seeds he bought in different areas.

Gu Qiao climbed up the wing room and took the sweet potatoes in batches. The family pressed the sweet potatoes into the soil again.

Don’t look at the job of sowing seeds, you have to dig soil, bury and water it. It will be a day after you finish it.

"In two days, the seedlings grew, and there was pig manure. We can also top dressing." Mrs. Gu preached.

"Yes, our family will have fat pigs in the future!" Gu Qiao was very happy.

Another day, Mrs. Gu saw that the weather began to warm up, so she took out the grains and turned them on.

"Grandma, are you going to soak the seeds again?" Gu Qiao still had an impression.

"Yes."

"Which field will our family use to raise seedlings this year? The field was replaced by Uncle Ren's family before, but now other fields have not yet been plowed." Gu Qiao began to worry again.

"Who said our family has no plowing land?" Mrs. Gu looked at the gate of the courtyard with some intent.

Gu Qiao immediately reacted, "Grandma, are you talking about our fish field?"

"Yes, our fish field has been plowed before, and it has piled green manure. Later, it has long sprinkled bran into the fields, and there are fish activities, so it should be good to use it to raise seedlings." Mrs. Gu replied.

"Will not only leave shallow water in the seedlings? If we use this field to raise seedlings, what should we do if the fish fry is? Wouldn't it be dead without water?" Gu Qiao was most worried about her fish.

"You forgot, we dug fish."

"Yes!"

"Fish sliver is to prevent drought. Not only that, it is also suitable for fish to hide when dressing up."

"Oh." Gu Qiao nodded.

As expected, Mrs. Gu really put the fields down, leaving only a shallow layer, and then began to rake the ground.

As a result, all the fish ran into the fishing sloping and hid. Gu Qiao looked at it and found that there was not much left. It seemed that he still had to find a way to get some fish fry.

However, there was a lot of farm work these days, and they were both overturned and weeded. They were so busy that Gu Qiao could only temporarily strand the fish fry.

After a few days, the grain seeds also sprouted, and Mrs. Gu scattered the grain seeds into the raked rice fields.

This year, Gu Qiao's oil cloth came in handy again. Because it had consumed part of it before, only two and a half ridges were covered with rice fields, and the remaining three and a half ridges were open-air.

"It's meaningless to ask me to say that planting early rice this year is that no one has enough food, so they will definitely not be able to sell it. It's better to hurry up and ask the villagers to help plant and harvest it." Mei made his own suggestions.

Gu Qiao also frowned when she remembered the trouble of striking the valley in two groups last year.

Who knew that this time Mrs. Gu insisted on using oil cloth?
Chapter completed!