Seeing that his piglets survived well, Luo Yong was relieved.

Regarding the method of slaying pigs, he was only eating at a fellow villager's house. He heard that once, now he wants to slay pigs by himself. He is also feeling quite nervous. It is one aspect that can't do it, but more importantly, he is worried that he will kill all his piglets.

As a result, he tried it, but he didn't expect it to be very smooth, so he swept the remaining pigs, and the plan that he originally wanted to divide into several batches was also thrown away.

Sure enough, he was still more talented in pig shooting than painting. Luo Sanlang thought so in his heart.

Speaking of painting, Luo Yong has been competing with Peony recently. In the past two days, he made another wool felt mat with peony patterns. It was a little better than the original one, but he was still not satisfied.

"Brother, it's time to feed the pigs!" Luo Wulang shouted loudly outside the yard.

"Here you." Luo Yong put down his brush and got up and left the house. He saw that Goro was already standing in the yard with a basket of dried bean dregs waiting for him. The background was a straw curtain after another, and small pieces of tofu dregs were dry on the straw curtains.

They exchanged these bean dregs from the villagers these days. When they heard that Luo Yong started collecting bean dregs, the villagers carried the bean dregs they saved up here one by one. They exchanged them for soy sauce, soy sauce, fermented bean curd, which was not only enough for their own food, but also for relatives and friends.

The dried bean dregs in the yard are just fresh bean dregs. There are still many dried bean dregs piled up in a room in the backyard of the Luo family. From the amount of the bean dregs, it can be seen that the tofu transactions in their village are really good.

"Si Niang, you are watching Liulang Qiniang at home." Er Niang also carried two wooden barrels out of the kitchen at this time.

"Oh." Si Niang responded unwillingly. Yesterday it was Goro's housekeeper, and today it was her turn. She also wanted to go feeding pigs with everyone...

Originally, feeding pigs should be a hard and tiring job, but these children at home made it seem like an outing, which is a bit funny to say.

The weather is very good these days. After a few days of heavy sunshine, the thick snow outside gradually melted, and there were still some small snow piles on the slope. It looked like that, I probably couldn't hold on for long.

The wind blowing towards us was still a bit cold, but it was no longer as cold as winter could almost freeze people to their bones. When Luo Yong first came here, it was early winter. In a blink of an eye, after a winter passed, spring had already arrived.

Erniang took a bucket to the village to carry water.

Luo Yong put some fine bran into Goro's basket: "Can you still lift it?"

"It can be lifted." Goro said with his little neck tilted.

"Okay, then you go there first." Luo reached out and patted his back, asking Goro to leave first. He had to carry some firewood himself. The firewood he carried a few days ago had almost been burned, and it was not enough to cook another pig food.

Wuro carried the basket and walked out of the yard with his short legs. Mai Qing Doulier ran around and ran around. Si Niang stood at the gate of the yard and shouted several times. Doulier ran away without looking back.

"I told you not to feed you well, I'm not good at speaking now, right?" Luo Yong couldn't help but be happy when he saw this scene.

"..." Si Niang sniffed and went back to the convenience store with her little shoulders hanging down.

When Luo Yong carried a stick of firewood to the pigpen, he saw Wulang adding straw to the pigpens.

At this time, the pigpen cannot be made into cement floors for easy rinsing, so I had to add straw there, 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 fatten the fields.

As soon as he thinks of the process of cleaning the pigpen, Luo Yong can't help frowning. In this era where there are no rubber products, there are not even a pair of water shoes. In order not to waste cloth shoes, he can only wear straw sandals or barefoot in at that time.

Fortunately, this place was originally somewhat sloped. When Luo Yong was repairing the pigpen, he built the position close to the exit high on a gentle slope. The back of the pigpen was on a low point. Behind the pigpen, Luo Yong also helped dig a ditch, and the sewage in the pigpen could flow into the ditch by itself. In this way, the number of times of cleaning the pigpen can be slightly reduced. The sewage in the ditch, scoop up and add some clean water to the ground, and you can directly carry it to water the ground.

Luo Yong put down the firewood and went over and sprinkled straw into the pig pen with Goro.

There is a layer of waxy on the surface of this straw, which is not easy to decompose and is not easy to use to fertilize the fields directly. However, if they are thrown into the pigpen and soaked in pig manure and urine for a while, they are trampled around by the pig inside every day. When they come out of the pigpen, the waxy layer has basically been decomposed. After composting and fermenting, it is a very good fertilizer.

When the two of them added straw to several pig pens, Ernie also carried a load of water over.

Several people cooked pig food in a small shed next to the pigpen. At the beginning, the villagers expressed their confusion about their behavior of cooking pig food. In their local area, the raw food that pigs ate, but when they changed to Luo Sanlang's house, they had to cook for them like humans.

Luo Yong said that the boars had just been removed from the situation and were afraid that they would be difficult to raise, so he cooked some hot food for them.

As soon as this was heard, many people said that Luo Sanlang was indeed a soft-hearted person. The pigs looked pretty good. Without two balls, they were still lively. Luo Sanlang actually took care of them like a wounded person.

No matter what others say, the Luo brothers and sisters still have to cook two meals of pig food for these piglets every day.

As I was cooking at this time, Er Niang suddenly remembered something and ran home to bring some dried vegetables: "It's spring, and these dried vegetables are no longer needed, so I'll give them all to the pigs."

"Okay." Luo Yong took the dried vegetables, twisted them and threw them into the pot, and cooked them with the bean paste and wheat peels.

These dried vegetables were picked back from nearby slopes and hills in the summer and autumn last year. At that time, they thought that the food they owned was probably not enough for eating this winter. They picked more wild vegetables and dried them, so they could fill their stomachs.

Later, Luo Yong woke up and made tofu at home. They didn't eat these dried vegetables anymore. They occasionally ate some of them, and they all picked up the tender ones, all of which were side dishes. Spring is here now, and so many dishes are useless, so they can just use them to raise pigs.

As the heat in the pot floated out, the piglets in the pen started to moan, and they all arched the wooden fence with their heads, trying hard to get out of it.

Eight piglets are quite edible together. A large pot of pig food is not enough to divide it, so you have to cook two pots.

The siblings cooked pig food there. On the village road not far away, occasionally there were familiar villagers passing by, and they would stop to say hello to them. Some would just come over to talk to them and look at the piglets by the way.

The villagers said that spring was about to begin, so they would make more tofu now. When the farming season was busy, the family would not be able to make a house to make this. Then they might have to stop for a few days. It’s a pity, but the work in the field could not be delayed.

Farmers are reluctant to delay farming, especially many elderly people in their village come from war years and regard food as life-like.

Luo Yong and the others also had to farm, but he came from later generations, unlike the people here who valued food as much as they did. Besides, even if he didn't learn much history well, he knew the Zhenguan administration and knew that in the past twenty years, he would not starve to death.

The Luo family had dozens of acres of land before, but in the last six months, it was almost sold. Now there are only about ten acres left, of which five acres are planted with winter wheat. After spring, they are bound to be weeded, watered and fertilized, and they will not be able to be harvested until May and June.

Luo Yong planned to plant all the corn in the other acres of land. First, their main food ration is corn white flour, and second, when paying taxes, they also need to pay a lot of corn.

As for vegetables, it’s enough to have a few vegetable fields next to this pigpen, so I can’t eat much of it.

"Then you won't get numb? That's also going to have to pay taxes." Er Niang said worriedly.

"If you don't plant the hemp, just knit a few more pairs of socks, you don't have to worry about the money." Luo Yong said: "Be careful in the future. If you have cheap and good cloth, buy some and keep it at home."

"Then let me listen to you." It's something that they had never had before in the Luo family. Er Niang was always feeling a little disappointed, but since Sanlang said that, then do it. Since Sanlang woke up, life at home has been getting better and better every day. It must be right to hear that he has.

Luo Yong also knew that the farmers had poor ability to bear risks at this time, so they could do all the food and clothing at home, so they could not die of starvation and freeze to death.

But their family's labor force is limited after all, and if they do this, they will definitely not be able to do that, so they need to make some choices.

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Before the snow in the field was completely melted, the anxious villagers started to plow the land. For a moment, the plowing ox became a scarce thing.

Just as Luo Yong was thinking about whether to go to the Lin family to borrow cattle with his brother-in-law, Zhao Dalang from Shuozhou came.

After Zhao Chen returned to Shuozhou in the first month of the year, he began to collect wool. Seeing that he had almost accumulated, he transported the wool first, and at least exchanged some fermented bean curd to return, so as not to tell him all day that this matter was not reliable at all.

The animals he used to transport wool were neither cows nor horses, but a group of big donkeys. Luo Sanlang smiled as soon as he saw these donkeys.

"Why don't you need a ox cart to pull it?" Luo Sanlang smiled and reached out and touched the neck of a big donkey. He looked at it and found that the strongest among the donkeys.

"I'm afraid that the spring plowing will be missed, so the cattle will stay at home and remain unmoved." Zhao Chen and his family do not rely solely on selling animals, but also have a large manor that can produce a lot of grain every year.

"The donkey is also good." Luo Sanlang said sincerely.

"All the wool I transported this time is to be replaced with fermented bean curd." Zhao Chen said. Recently, someone in their Shuozhou had heard about fermented bean curd from Taiyuan City. At this time, he exchanged a batch of fermented bean curd from Luo to exchange for it, and designated that he could get a lot of money and grain.

"Okay, no problem." Luo Yong has made a lot of fermented bean curd recently, so he was not worried about being out of stock for a while.

After the two of them finished the transaction of 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.

Just as Zhao Chen came to Luo's house this time, he fell in love with something new. When he just entered the yard, he saw a few children holding wooden signs on a brightly colored mat and kept poking. After careful look, the object turned out to be wool felt.

Wool felt is a common thing on the grassland. He often sees it in Shuozhou, but the color and pattern are the wool felts he had seen before, no matter what. Zhao Chen is not ignorant of the goods. Not to mention anything else, just the dyeing costs, I guess Luo Sanlang spent a lot of money.

"Sanlang wants to buy a donkey? Which one did you like just now? It's a donkey." Zhao Chen said.

"Ah?" Luo Yong couldn't react for a moment. He also knew that he had just fallen in love with that guy, a donkey, a horse, and even a bad guy.

"The donkey is the leader of those donkeys." Zhao Chen explained to him.

"Oh..." Luo Yong nodded. No wonder he just looked at the group of donkeys and counted it as the most arrogant. It turned out to be the leader.

"That's a good donkey, it's very famous throughout Shuozhou City." It's hard to say whether it's a good reputation or not.

The donkey was famously willful and reckless in Shuozhou City. It could no longer be sold for a good price in the local area. Zhao Chen took 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 herders said that the donkeys that were planted with such donkeys were probably a bunch of thorns, so they refused to pay a high price.

"How much do you plan to sell the donkey?" Luo Yong looked at the donkey and was really pleasing to the eye.

"Give me five pairs of mats like that just now." Zhao Chen offered.

"Okay, five pairs are five pairs." Luo Yong said this time, "That is, now, my family just happens to be such a donkey, otherwise I would have to sell those mats for 100 cents each."

With the current purchasing power of coins, the donkey should be sold for less than a thousand cents. However, when doing business, you can't do it everywhere without any leakage. You can take advantage of yourself. Occasionally, you should make the other party happy, otherwise how can the business last long?

After getting these pairs of mats, Zhao Dalang was indeed very happy. He would take them out and take them out for a while if he had anything to do. Such bright colors and such beautiful patterns would be taken back to Shuozhou. Someone would definitely be willing to buy them at a high price. However, if he likes it, it would be good to keep them at home.

As for donkeys, what does he keep so many donkeys for? Not only do he want to sell donkeys, but he also plans to sell some other donkeys. When he came here, he would have dozens of kilograms of wool for each donkey, but when he went back, he only had a few kilograms of fermented bean curd left, so he didn't need so many donkey camels at all.

The price of donkeys in Lishi County is much higher than that in Shuozhou. This time he came, he originally planned to do two transactions, one was a wool transaction and the other was a donkey transaction.

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Luo Sanlang: I really didn’t expect that those mats would be sold like this.
Chapter completed!