In Fengsheng Village, the Song family has a small population, but basically every household has a little distant kinship, which can be traced back to the grief and anger of the genealogy, Song Chen is the twelfth uncle of Song Jifang, although he is not a person in the same line, but distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, because they are neighbors and are not far apart, so they are also very close on weekdays.

Because Song Chen died early, he left his wife to raise his two sons alone.

Song Chen's wife is called Li Fangfang, Song Jifang Chen Ruhui calls her the twelfth aunt, and when it is Song Shan's turn, she is called the twelfth uncle, in fact, she is not very old this year, but she is only in her forties.

Of course, she also has a name in the village, Song Shan usually calls her Fat Aunt according to what the people in the village call her, and the fat aunt is the neighbor not far from the Song family, she is a talker, and she loves to be a matchmaker, and she can talk to Chen Ruhui on weekdays, and Song Shan has avoided her several times.

But this time, for the sake of the little white tiger, he really welcomed the fat aunt to the house.

"Shanzi, how did you get this little tiger, the breed is amazing!"

The fat aunt is worthy of being a breeder, she knows a lot about animals, she can rely on raising chickens and ducks, she raised two children, naturally has the ability to do this, she looked at the little white tiger carefully: "When I was in the zoo before, I have never seen such a breed, but I heard the director say some, pure skin color white tiger is very rare, your little white tiger skin color is a bit like a snow tiger, no miscellaneous hair!"

"Fat aunt, how should you feed such a small tiger?"

Song Shan humbly asked.

"Shanzi, you really want to raise it!" The fat aunt advised: "This tiger is not a cat, not a dog, especially the tiger in the mountain, it is a breed that can hurt people, even if it is raised in a zoo, you must be very careful, you keep it at home, it is easy to hurt people!"

"No, it won't!"

Song Shan stroked the snow-colored hair of the little white tiger in his arms, he was not only reluctant, he also had a feeling that the little white tiger seemed to have the same mind, feeling that this was his child, a very strange feeling, but it was very real, so that he was not only unwilling to hurt the little white tiger for half a point, but also unwilling to let it have a little sadness, nor did he want to believe that it was born to eat people, so he said persistently: "Fat aunt, this little white tiger will not hurt people!"

"Since you insist, then it's okay, although some animals are fierce, but if they are raised well and trained to follow the rules, they can actually control it without hurting people!"

The fat aunt nodded: "This little white tiger is actually like a newborn child, it's not that it can't eat meat, it can only eat milk, it's the same as feeding a child, you have to feed it carefully, you can't be too hot, the newborn baby tiger is actually very fragile, and you have to check its feces regularly, the little tiger is like a child, the body is weak, and it is easy to get sick...... ah!"

The fat aunt herself is a person who can be caught, and as soon as this topic is opened, she directly talks about watching a lot.

Song Shan couldn't remember all the records, so he could only take a small notebook and write them down one by one.

After writing down this article, he felt that raising a little tiger was not easier than raising a child, but he would not regret it, although in just a few hours, he felt that he had established a relationship with the little white tiger.

"You can't feed anything else, you have to breastfeed, right?"

This is a bit embarrassing Song Shan, not that he can't find milk powder, but he is thinking about whether to get a few cows, the mountains and rivers in this village are beautiful, as long as there are not many, raising horses and cattle is not a problem, this fresh milk should be a little better than the milk powder on the market.

But for now, it's better to feed the milk powder first.

Song Shan thought about it for a while, it's already midnight now, let my mother make a little rice soup to deal with it first, and let Song Kaiyue run for him tomorrow, go to the city to buy some good milk powder and come back, Fang Nanyi's off-road vehicle is still in Mingshan Village, Song Kaiyue is not only able to drive a tractor now, but a person who has a driver's license and can drive a car.

"I'll feed you, you know what!"

Song Shan was a little clumsy, and made the little white tiger vomit out several times, Chen Ruhui suddenly overflowed with motherhood, took over the job, and fed the little tiger very lightly with a spoonful of millet soup.

But as soon as the little white tiger was full, he brushed it, picked it up again, and jumped directly into Song Shan's arms, because only when it felt in Song Shan's arms could it have that kind of safety.

"Little thing, white-eyed wolf!"

Chen Ruhui glanced at it very unhappily in an instant, and didn't care if the little white tiger could understand it, anyway, he scolded a few words unhappily.

"Shanzi, since you want to keep it, let's give it a name!"

Song Jifang turned off the TV, walked over, and said in a deep voice.

"Name?"

Song Shan thought about it for a long time, and finally spit out two words and said, "Xiaobai!"

"Uneducated!"

"You're too casual!"

The two husbands and wives complained one after another.

"It's white and pure, what's wrong with Xiaobai!" Song Shan stroked its fur and said with a smile.

"Are you worthy of your twelve years of education?"

Song Jifang said dissatisfiedly.

When I was a child, there was no preschool, six years of primary school, three years of junior high school, three years of high school, and twelve years of education.

"Then call it a godsend!"

was denied Xiaobai's name, Song Shan could only think of another name: "The white tiger should have been in the mountain, and when the heaven-sent party came to my house, I called him the heaven-given!"

"God's gift is not bad!"

"Then call it a godsend!"

This time, the uneducated husband and wife will not find fault.

The name of this little white tiger has been decided.

Before going to bed at night, Chen Ruhui also carefully washed Tianci, this fluffy thing can always hide fleas, even if it is a tiger, it has to be clean to be pleasing to people.

Before Song Shan went to bed, he fed him a water spirit bead, and the little guy ate it comfortably, and as soon as he ate it, he fell asleep directly in Song Shan's arms.

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Fengsheng Village looks busy in March.

Trees are planted in the mountains, vegetables are grown in greenhouses, and strawberries are planted in strawberry fields, and one project after another is thriving.

Within a few days, Songshan's private greenhouse has been built.

This is a small greenhouse of two or three hundred square meters, but it costs hundreds of thousands of dollars from Song Shan, and it is definitely the most well-equipped among all greenhouses.

In Feng Jingpei's words.

If a strawberry farm were to be built with such a greenhouse, Harvest Agriculture would have gone bankrupt.

This small greenhouse, Song Shan is to be privately cultivated.

Blood vines, sycamore grass, seven-star grass...... He cultivated a total of twelve herbs, none of which were ordinary herbs, and they were all the most expensive herbs.

In addition, he also grows flowers.

He heard that some flowers can be sold at a high price now, which is also a way to make money.

It's April.

One of the most important things in Fengsheng Village is that the winter wheat can be harvested.

Originally, it should not be possible to harvest until at least May and June, but these wheat, when they were sown, were all nourished by Song Shan's water spirit beads, and later when spraying pesticides, Song Shan quietly added a lot of water spirit beads to it.

That's why the growth cycle of these wheates is short, ripens early, and goes to market early.

This is nearly 3,000 acres of wheat fields, and the golden wheat waves stretch endlessly, becoming the most beautiful scenery in Fengsheng Village, and everyone smiles heartily when they see this scenery.