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

Seeing the sugar water boiling, Su Ziling reminded his mother to use a low heat. Boiling sugar is a time-consuming and laborious physical job. Su Ziling couldn't stand it, so he stayed in the kitchen for a while and then went out for a walk.

After walking around, he came back to take a look, watching the sugar water melt, stick to the starch, become transparent, and start to become sticky. When it was finally extremely sticky, he asked Su's mother to turn off the fire.

Without a thermometer, Su Ziling had to rely entirely on his experience from his previous life. At that time, the village grew sugar cane, and every household knew how to make sugar to eat, but some made it well, while others could only make syrup.

The speed of counter-sanding had to be fast. Seeing Wang Anan sweating profusely, she was afraid that she would be exhausted, so she called Su Zizhong, "Brother, come and counter-sand."

"Hey, here we come."

"Let me do it." Su Zizhong wiped the water off his hands, took the shovel from Wang Anan and started to move the sand.

Desanding is a key step in the success of sucrose production. Failure to desand will affect the taste and texture of the sugar.

Seeing that the mold was almost ready, she glanced at Su's mother and asked, "Mother, is the mold ready?"

"Okay, okay, it's ready a long time ago." Su's mother also stared at the sugar in the pot eagerly.

The kitchen was very hot, the air was filled with a sweet smell, and several people were sweating profusely from the heat.

"Brother, scoop the sugar into the mold."

She asked someone to make the mold, and the sugar was shaped into the shape of a gold ingot, which not only looked good, but also was auspicious.

"Is it ready now?" Only after seeing the sugar poured into the mold did Su's mother dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

Especially when they just started the anti-Sand movement, no one said a word. They stared at the sugar in the pot holding their breath, fearing that they would fail.

"It's ready. It will be formed after it cools down. However, this first batch seems to be a little off. Let's try lowering the heat a bit."

It was a success, but Su Ziling was not particularly satisfied.

"Okay, then I'll go get some thin firewood so it's easier to control the fire." Su's mother turned around and went out to get firewood.

Lu Yan walked in from outside, "How is it? Is it done?"

Su Ziling nodded, "Okay, how did you get in?"

"Grandpa said to take a break," Lu Yan looked at the candy, "This color seems to be darker than the ones on the market."

"Yes, the heat is not controlled well. Let's check it later."

Father Su and the others followed in, "Wow! I thought it was hot enough outside, but it's like a steamer in here."

He craned his neck to take a look, "Is this done?"

"Correct."

He smacked his lips. "It smells really good, but it takes a lot of time. This pot must have been simmering for an hour and a half, right?"

"Almost. We can cook in both pots in a little while." Su Ziling was also too hot to handle. "Let's talk outside. It's too hot in here."

A few people moved into the yard and felt much cooler. Two cows were tied at the gate of the pen and were eating grass leisurely.

The calf kept calling in the pen. Yes, their family already had three cows, and Su's mother and her family did not expect that this cow would get pregnant at the first try.

When the calf was 287 days old, it gave birth to a calf. Many people came to ask about buying the calf, but Grandpa Su had no intention of selling them. He wanted to raise them all and then form a fleet, which would make it easier to harvest corn and other things.

Seeing her sweating profusely, Su Zizhong felt very distressed, "Don't go in for a while, we can just go in and wait it out."

Su Ziling smiled and said, "I do want to, but you still have to keep an eye on the heat. Once you have mastered the heat, I will stop caring about it."

"This sugar smells so good. How much can be boiled out of 11 shi (one ton)?" Su's father asked curiously.

Su Ziling thought for a moment and said, "It's about 400 kilograms. After boiling it all, it will probably be around 22 shi (two tons)."

"So many?" Father Su was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

Su Ziling shook his head. "It's not that much. We have two acres of mountain land and two acres of farmland. We can produce a total of 110 dan (10 tons) of sugarcane, but only 22 dan of sugar."

This yield is really not high. When their family planted it in their previous life, the yield per mu was twice as much as this.

What we plant now is only one-third of what we planted in the previous life, but that’s normal since there are no chemical fertilizers after all.

Father Su waved his hand, "Isn't this enough? It's already a lot. Okay, let me calculate. Sugarcane is 300 coins per catty, and this 22 stones is it, that's it."

He counted on his fingers for a long time but couldn't figure it out.

"One thousand two hundred taels."

"How many?"

Not only Su's father, but even Su's mother, Wang Anan and old man Su were all shocked.

"If the market price is 300 coins per catty, it can be sold for 1,200 taels of silver." Su Ziling repeated it with a smile in his eyes.

"Oh my god, this candy is worth so much money."

Su Zizhong nodded and continued, "Indeed, if we make sweet potato flour, we need two months to have this much, and that's not counting the cost of labor."

Mother Su glanced at Father Su and asked, "Do you still think it's difficult to grow sugarcane?"

Father Su shook his head repeatedly, "It's not difficult to grow, it's not difficult to grow, how can it be difficult to grow."

"Don't you think it's precious now? Don't you think it's hard to serve?"

"Just for its value, I can take better care of it next year!" Father Su said, patting his chest.

Su Ziling teased him with a smile in his eyes, "That's perfect. I still have ten acres of good farmland left. When spring comes, we will plant sugarcane."

Father Su's mouth twitched, his eyes were full of resentment, "My daughter, you only have one father, so save yourself some trouble."

As soon as he said this, everyone burst into laughter.

Planting sugarcane is indeed hard work, but what is even more difficult is turning over the roots of the sugarcane. The root system of sugarcane is well developed, and after two years of planting, the soil is so thick that even a hoe cannot dig through it.

"Let's hire a few people, some good farmers," she said, looking at Lu Yan, "Don't you know those retired old men? Ask if anyone is willing. We'll have to build a house over there, guard the land, and help keep an eye on the insects and growth."

Lu Yan didn't hesitate and agreed immediately, "Okay, I'll ask later."

When the land over there was divided, it was connected together, and the farthest part was just a ditch.

This land is far from home, and it's used to grow sugarcane, rapeseed, and potatoes. She's really worried about no one looking after it, for she's afraid that one day she'll arrive at the field and find that all the crops have been pulled up.

"Come on, keep working. It will probably be dark by the time we cook another pot." Grandpa Su clapped his hands and shouted.

Several buckets of sugarcane juice squeezed outside were brought into the kitchen. Su's mother lit a fire, and Wang Anan watched over two pots alone.

With the experience of the first pot, she was able to take care of the two pots with ease. The only difference was that after the sugar was dissolved, she had to find someone to stir it together.

Seeing that sugarcane juice was still being squeezed outside and there were so many sugarcanes piled in the yard, Su Ziling frowned and asked Lu Yan to move another pot out from the utility room.

So they just cooked it in the yard, with her making the fire and Lu Yan stirring it himself.