Chapter 57

Although her family seems to eat meat and eggs every day, it doesn't.

The meat bought at one time is so little. Even if she pours out a little more, it can't pounce much. Zhou Qingbai is a big man at home. Where is the meat bought from Mei Jie enough to eat?

Eggs, too. She can eat up to six eggs a day.

But in this way, the consumption speed is also extremely fast.

However, compared with the village people who eat meat several times a year, the life of her family is really beautiful.

In addition to the streaky pork and kidney meat, there is also a pig tail stewed with soybeans.

There are also three ribs. I know she likes big bones, and that's two for her.

It's not expensive to spend seven yuan on all these.

Lin Qinghe is good at making bacon. It's been four days since he pickled the bacon, and then he hung it in the backyard.

"Mother, do you think this bacon is delicious?" said the baby

"Is there anything your mother makes delicious?" Lin Qinghe raised his eyebrows.

The big child grinned: "everything my mother makes is delicious!"

At least there is no one in the village whose food is better than his!

Two children are beginning to play this idea of Bacon: "Niang, when can you eat it?"

They all saw it. In order to make the meat called bacon, their mother made a lot of materials, including sugar!

"It's going to take about ten days, wait." Said Lin Qinghe.

These days, it's snowing heavily. Lin Qinghe picked up the three children who were holding her leg tube, and said, "eat meat."

"Eat meat every day to see how fat you are?" Lin Qinghe said with a smile.

Pig's tail was stewed a few days ago. These two days are ribs and big bones.

At least one meal a day is oily.

Lin Qinghe, who has never been married, has a hand in raising children. Look at the three brothers of the old Zhou family. Who can't look twice when they go out? She can't make any mistakes when she raises them.

Zhou Qingbai is even more so. When he comes back, Lin Qinghe can feel that he is a little fatter?

Even if he would go out for a run every day, Lin Qinghe could feel that he was really well provided by her. Of course, if he didn't complain about her at night, she would feel better.

From the day before yesterday, she left, and then she went to bed with three children in her arms. Zhou Qingbai couldn't find a chance at all.

Zhou Qingbai is helpless.

"Niang, I used to go there. She said it's Laba in a few days. It's time to have Laba porridge." Said Zhou Dawa.

"I know. I've been preparing. I have all kinds of food at home. I'll make you a delicious Laba porridge." Said Lin Qinghe.

Holding the three children back to the house, it's warm. It's still comfortable on the Kang.

"Go to the Kang and study." Said Lin Qinghe.

It's snowing outside now. It's been snowing every day these days. It's so cold that it makes people shiver.

Zhou Dawa went to the Kang to write and study. On Tuesday, she wrote and drew with a pen and paper. As for the three children, they made trouble with their eldest brother and their second brother. They had a lot of fun.

Lin Qinghe continued to weave woolen pants, which were made for Sanwa. The two big ones in the front were not afraid of the cold.

When Sanwa weaves her trousers, she will weave one for herself to keep. Although it's not beautiful, the key is to keep warm!

This day, I asked her to stay in the bed everyday. I can't imagine how brave she was to cook for the father and son.

"Daddy's gone?" Zhou Dawa wrote today's homework and brought it to his mother for examination.

Lin Qinghe checked and pointed out two mistakes and asked him to copy them five times. Then he said, "I don't know why your father went."

In fact, she knew that Zhou Qingbai had gone to the tofu shop of the commune to get the soybean meal.

Take soybean meal back to raise pigs. After this period of feeding, the two piglets are very well raised and have grown a lot.

Lin Qinghe is also experienced. When I lived with her grandmother, I heard that this is the way to raise pigs next door. Of course, corn flour and rice bran must be added to cook. Pigs will like it very much.

So she asked Zhou Qingbai to get some back.

At this time, there is no such so-called feeding method. The soybean meal in the tofu workshop is also used as fertilizer. Zhou Qingbai used to carry some eggs.

He brought back two sacks of soybean meal directly.

"That Jin of eggs for so much soybean meal?" Lin Qinghe is a little surprised. He can feed it for ten and a half days.

Because it's still a piglet, and it's not enough time to eat.

"Let me change next time." Said Zhou Qingbai.

That is to say, people like it, but they don't know if the soybean meal can feed the pig well. His daughter-in-law said that she read it in the book and Zhou Qingbai now trusts her, so she went to buy some to try.

If you just try, there will be no big problem. If you don't change the old one, you will.

"Then change it next time." Lin Qinghe nodded, and then said, "don't go out, or our pigs won't be easy to eat!"

"Good." Zhou Qingbai is helpless. He doesn't know if piggy wants to eat.

Lin Qinghe doesn't care about him. This time, he brings back two Jin of tofu. Tonight, he will eat corn bread with bone tofu soup.

Zhou Qingbai began to experiment with the cultivation of soybean meal, rice bran and corn.

After Lin Qinghe gave him the proportion and the fermentation method, the others didn't matter. Her method was good. The pig can grow to more than 200 Jin.

But at present, how many kilograms of pigs in the village are raised in one year?

It's a very good big fat pig to have 120 or 30 jin. It's going to take a whole year to raise.

But if her pigs are raised like this, they will surely grow to more than 200 Jin a year. The key is that if they eat well, they will not get sick easily.

There are others in the village who raise pigs at home, but just a while ago there was no one else to raise them.

These two piglets of her family are really slick.

From time to time, Lin Qinghe will habitually use the memory of his whole life to look at things, so he thinks it's very normal, but Zhou Qingbai, a native man, doesn't even think how extravagant it is to raise pigs with corn flour at this time.

Although I only scooped a little, not much, but corn flour is also good food.

Farmers always wash pots and water to feed their pigs. Only when they are going out of the market can they have a few meals of corn noodles. How much meat do they want? How can they get such good treatment when they are nearby?

However, Zhou Qingbai had pigs in the back of their kitchen to keep for consumption. They would feed them like this, so Zhou Qingbai didn't think Lin Qinghe was a waste, but thought that she could try this method from the book.