Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

When I saw her a few days ago, I vaguely felt that she was a lot more sensible, but now when I look at her, she seems to be more than just sensible.

Before he could figure it out, Su A'nai gently pushed his arm, "Qing'er is asking you something!"

Mr. Su came back to his senses, then frowned and pondered for a moment, "Do you have an idea? Tell me."

"This hillside is covered with turtledove trees..." She had just finished saying it when she noticed that everyone was looking at something wrong. Mother Su and the other women even had unnatural expressions on their faces, and their eyes were wandering. Su Ziling understood instantly.

She coughed and changed her words, "This hillside is full of body-odorous firewood. We definitely won't be able to eat much by ourselves. When we get old, we won't be able to make tofu. I thought, if we do it, I will My eldest brother carries a load during the day and goes from village to village shouting. I should be able to sell some. After all, it’s not expensive, and it’s delicious and filling.”

After she finished speaking, Su Zimu was dissatisfied, "Why are you and the elder brother selling it? I can also bear the burden!"

Su Ziling glanced at him, and thinking of Liu Guilan's title just now, she suppressed a smile and said, "Don't make trouble, two cows!"

Su Zimu: "..."

He is so angry!

Why did this damn name come up again?

He murmured in a low voice, "During the day, I called you Zimu, Second Brother, and now I call you Erniu. I knew..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mother Su slapped him on the back of the head, "Stop talking, listen to your sister."

Su Zimu covered the back of his head with an aggrieved look on his face. Every day, he hit him on the back of the head and it was flat!

Su A'nai thought more carefully, "How much do you plan to sell a bowl of?"

"Two cents a bowl, our bowl is big, and it's ready to eat after mixing. Two cents a bowl is just right." Su Ziling thought about it and settled on the price.

Before anyone else could react, Su Zimu's eyes lit up first, "Two cents a bowl, then aren't we going to get rich?"

Before anyone else could say anything, he started mumbling.

"My sister and I picked the basket today and made such a big pot. We should have eaten about twenty bowls. I sent two bowls to Aunt Liu's house. There seems to be some leftovers in the basin. In this way, one basket It can probably make about thirty bowls, so doesn’t that mean carrying a basket of sixty cents?”

This number is so astonishing. Their family only earns about five taels of silver throughout the year. This basket contains sixty coins?

"Er Niu, how many trees did you pick with this basket?" Father Su looked at him, his eyes bright and his lips trembling with excitement.

Su Zimu frowned, "I told you, don't call me Erniu, I'm already so old..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mother Su slapped him on the back of the head again, "Just tell me when I ask you, why are you talking so much nonsense? Your father is asking you questions!"

Su Zimu: "..."

He wanted to say: Mom, the slap you just slapped is still hurting, and now there is another slap...

My head feels numb.

Is he their biological child?

You can't just look at him because he's young and he's a boy, right?

"Tsk, it takes so much effort for you to speak. Aren't you pretty good at speaking normally? Why are you silent at the critical moment?" Mother Su felt a little angry when she saw his aggrieved look.

"Sit next to me. Why is this man acting like a little wife? His face is full of resentment!"

Su Zimu was even more aggrieved. He didn't say a word, but was scolded and beaten twice? three? …

Forget it, I lost count, anyway, I just received a lot of slaps.

Su Zimu stood up, walked to the other side and sat down. He thought, sitting opposite her, her hands were not that long now, so she couldn't hit her, right?