Spring comes to the desperate place

The one-year-old baby didn't know what learning meant yet, so Song Chunlin certainly didn't go so far as to ask him to recognize words directly. Instead, he took out a colorful picture book, told him stories, and asked him to identify the things in the pictures.

At this age, Song Xiaobao is particularly fond of colorful things. Song Chunlin says something and he points. The teaching effect is not discussed for now, but the entertainment effect is maximized.

Song Xiaobao didn't make a fuss about going to the pigpen all morning, which made the Song family members hiding at the door breathe a sigh of relief.

"That's great. Finally, I don't have to hold a stinky son." Song Dazhuang was still haunted by the stench from yesterday. He planned to take advantage of Song Xiaobao's distraction to reinforce the door of the pigpen, with the focus on preventing Song Xiaobao from getting in again.

When Gu Fengyue came to the Song family again, it was more than a month later. The busy farming season was over and Song Dazhuang had more free time on weekdays. He went to the fields every day to check on the growth of the crops. When he came back, he brought back a pile of wildly growing sweet potato vines. Song Qin chopped up those vines together with the cut pig grass to feed the pigs.

Song Xiaobao was the first to discover Gu Fengyue. He was sitting on a small stool in the yard chewing on a teething stick. He recognized the handsome brother in front of him and rushed over excitedly. He could now walk on his own.

Gu Fengyue bent down to catch the little ball, then picked him up and walked towards the main room.

When Song A-mo came out and saw that it was him, she hurriedly greeted him with a smile: "Gu Erlang is here. The meal hasn't started yet. Please go sit down first. I'll serve you a bowl of sweet potato soup."

"Little Grandpa, don't worry. I'm not hungry yet."

"Yes, yes. Wait a minute. You haven't had this sweet potato soup yet. It's delicious." Song A'mo rushed to the kitchen and soon brought back a full bowl of sweet potato soup.

Gu Fengyue had eaten boiled and roasted sweet potatoes, but this was his first time eating sweet potato soup. Amoo Song took Song Xiaobao from his arms and told him to drink it quickly with a smile.

"Chunlin said sweet potatoes are sweet, so he asked me to put less sugar in them. You can try it to see if it suits your taste. If it's not sweet enough, I'll add more for you."

Gu Fengyue took a sip and her eyes lit up with satisfaction.

"That's sweet, little grandpa. Where's Chunlin?"

Aunt Song pointed outside and said, "He's looking at his treasures outside. Didn't you send some potted plants last time? Chunlin picked all the seeds and is now planting some land outside. If you're interested, go and take a look."

Gu Fengyue raised his eyebrows. No wonder he always felt that there was something different about the mountains outside when he got off the horse. It turned out that they were planting something new.

After quickly finishing a bowl of sugar water, Gu Fengyue put the bowl down and went out. Following Song Amao's instructions, he quickly found Song Chunlin, who was squatting on the ground eating radishes.

"Chunlin! What are you doing?"

Song Chunlin looked back and found that it was Gu Fengyue, so he waved at him excitedly.

Gu Fengyue walked over and discovered that the things planted in the field looked very familiar to him, but he felt that something was different.

Song Chunlin pointed at the corn seedlings in the field and showed them to him as if he was presenting a treasure: "Look, this is the corn you gave me. Isn't it growing better than the ones you gave me?"

Gu Fengyue also squatted down, but he looked left and right and couldn't tell whether it was corn. After all, he didn't care much about such things. Usually they grew corn as potted plants just to see the ears it produced. As for the seedlings, Gu Fengyue could at most recognize that the leaves looked familiar.

"She does look very good." This was the only conclusion Gu Fengyue came to.

Song Chunlin smiled. He would never tell Gu Fengyue that most of the corns in these rows had three or four ears, and only a few had two ears. These were the results of his continuous crop rotation.

Gu Fengyue watched him plant two corns together, with the distance between the plants about two feet apart, and wondered, "You planted them so sparsely, won't it affect the harvest in the future?"

Speaking of this, Song Chunlin has the right to speak.

"You don't understand. The potted plants are planted so densely, how can they grow as well as those in my field?" Corn is supposed to be planted apart so that they don't compete with each other for nutrients, and the corn will grow taller and taller. If it is planted too densely, it won't be able to get sunlight in the later stage.

Gu Fengyue seemed to understand, but not quite. He thought that if Song Chunlin's corn produced too few ears, he would ask someone to send a few more pots over, so that Song Chunlin would not be too sad.

Seeing that he was full of disbelief, Song Chunlin did not force him and pulled him to the sweet potato field. The sweet potatoes grew better than he expected. The land here was not as good as fertile farmland, but after Song Qinshi's careful care, the crops actually grew quite well. Song Chunlin pinched off the tender tips of the sweet potatoes.

Gu Fengyue: "Why did you pinch it off? Aren't you going to let it grow?"

Song Chunlin held up the sweet potato leaves in his hand and explained to him: "The sweet potatoes we eat are the rhizomes of this. Think about it, if all the nutrients are used to grow leaves, then the rhizomes underground will not grow big. So, these tender ones can be taken back for my mother to fry and eat, and the rest can be chopped and dragged back to feed the pigs when they become old in a few days."

"Feed pigs?" Gu Fengyue was shocked. If this thing was used to feed pigs, then what about them who eat the same thing as pigs?

So when it was time for lunch, Gu Fengyue looked at the plate of green fried sweet potato leaves and was reluctant to pick up his chopsticks. When he thought about eating the same food as the pigs, he felt extremely complicated.

In contrast, everyone else at the table was eating with gusto, using their chopsticks. They didn't seem to think it was strange to eat the same food as the pigs.

Seeing his tangled look, Song Chunlin smiled and put a chopstick into his bowl, urging him, "Eat quickly, it's delicious. I picked the most tender parts. You can't eat this dish outside my house."

Gu Fengyue thought to herself: Then thank you so much!

Although he complained, out of politeness, Gu Fengyue simply closed his eyes and put the dish into his mouth. After chewing it twice, his frown relaxed. It seemed that it was not very unpalatable. It did not taste like grass as he had imagined. It felt like neither good nor bad. Gu Fengyue thought that although this thing was not very delicious, it was okay.

After taking the first bite, Gu Fengyue no longer found it so difficult to accept, so she quickly took the second bite, and the third bite, and finally finished the whole plate of sweet potato leaves.

Gu Fengyue looked at the empty plate in disbelief, finding it hard to imagine that this thing was used to feed pigs.

"How is it? Not bad, right?" Song Chunlin handed over the hot tea with a smile.

Gu Fengyue: "It's really not bad. I didn't expect that the leaves of sweet potatoes can be eaten. If it is really popularized in the future, not only will there be one more dish on the table of ordinary people, but there will probably be more people raising pigs in the future."