On the sixteenth day of the sixth month of the lunar calendar, it rained for a while, and the people who did farm work could not get out of work.

Some low-lying fields were flooded by the rain, and the crops, fruits, and vegetables were more or less lost, but fortunately, the rain came and went quickly, and the rising water also receded, and the next ten days were sunny and cloudless.

There is a large open space in the back mountain, if it is only used to raise some local chickens and other poultry, it is a pity, so the grandfather has some ideas, pondering that the cost of raising sheep is lower than that of raising cattle, and the cycle is shorter, and the mutton in the vegetable market is more expensive than beef, so he decided to find a time to buy some black goats and breed them back.

If the black goats are allowed to run around the mountains or rush into the crops, then it is very easy to cause damage to these vegetables, and after the sheep's tongue is curled, the teeth are gnawed, and even the grass roots are uprooted.

So grandpa called a few carpenters to hurry up and build a sheepfold out of bamboo and wood.

However, Fang Ning was not lazy, he followed his grandfather around diligently, and went to several village and town markets such as Dazhou to find some black goats to come back.

Because he was worried about being inexperienced, he was afraid that he would be cheated by others and buy some inferior sheep breeds back, so his grandfather deliberately found someone who knew the way to help him watch, but fortunately, the sellers were real people, and there were no pit people.

Since then, the family has been busy.

Every day just after the dawn grandma gets up, after washing to go to the sheepfold, the big and small black goats are put in the back mountain to eat, occasionally there are straw mixed soybean cake feed, that is, the straw in the countryside is cut into small segments, generally about one centimeter long, too long is not conducive to the absorption of black goats, as for soybean cake, wheat, sweet potatoes and other coarse grains are soaked in light salt water, and then crushed and ground before feeding.

The feed that these sheep eat can produce a large amount of sheep manure every month, which is polluting the environment in the city, but in this rural area, sheep manure can also be used as fertilizer, waste utilization, thrown into the large area of barren fields on the right mountain, and the soil is turned over with a plow rake, and the manure is buried deep in as fertilizer, or it will be a vegetable field that is so fat in ten days.

Grandma has also raised black goats, and she has some experience, of course, she has only raised a few sheep, but after raising these dozen black goats, she is a little busy.

It's not a matter of manpower, it's generally mainly driven by rams or head sheep, and the black goats will be very obediently squeezed into the sheepfold.

Mainly, there are other big problems.

At first, it was okay, the black goats foraged and grazing in the back mountains without any problems, but as soon as they entered the sheepfold at night for the night, there were always black goats with diarrhea and diarrhea, lying on the ground, and they had no appetite for eating, and they were sick, and their coat color was not smooth, and even some black goats were very sick.

In order not to affect the health of other black goats, the grandparents could only catch the problematic goats first and put them alone in the newly built sheepfold.

It is also strange to say that when this one was released alone, the sick black goat was not cured every other night, and it was no longer vomiting and diarrhea.

This made Grandma a little anxious, and Grandpa also looked at it, but didn't see any problems, and finally invited the local goatherd to come.

Fang Ning and his family were all gathered in the sheepfold and watched, as soon as the old man in his fifties came here, he knew what the problem was after a few glances.

The first is the ventilation problem, the ammonia in the sheepfold is too heavy, the manure board is full of sheep manure, the sanitation and cleaning is not in place, it is easy to cause the black goat to get sick, the second is that the feed and water add more salt, the sheep is easy to get on fire after eating, which is also the root cause of the diarrhea of the black goat.

Now that the cause has been found, it is much easier to prescribe the right medicine.

Grandpa and Fang Ning first put the black goat in the back mountain, then changed into rubber shoes and clothes for rainy days, put on masks, picked up shovels and bucket trucks, cleaned up what should be cleaned, shoveled out what should be shoveled out, and then cleaned the sheepfold with a water gun, and installed two exhaust fans on the wooden beams of the sheepfold to improve the ventilation environment, and finally sprinkled lime on the sheepfold for disinfection.

The second problem of eating too much salt on fire is also easy to solve, before the shepherd left, tell them a way, install a thin iron frame in the sheepfold, tie a bamboo tube next to it, and it does not need to be too long, a section of the look, and then drill a few holes at the bottom of the bamboo tube and around it, and then pour the salt into it, every night before the sheep return to the pen, drop a few drops of water in the bamboo tube filled with salt, and then the salt water will flow down the hole to the outside, and the black goat who wants to eat salt can use his tongue to lick the salt water that penetrates into the outside.

After the problem of the black goat's disease was solved, the days were slowly relaxed.

Grandpa went into the mountains every day to cut bamboo to make bamboo baskets, which is a slow work and meticulous work, two or three days to make one, cut bamboo rattan into bamboo baskets, but also painted with green paint, and finally hung on the wall.

Fang Ning said that this is a handicraft, and it will be useful when the time comes, so let me keep it.

Fang Wei regained his naughty and cheerful temperament in the past, and he was happy to get along with the children in the village during this time, and he was not so restrained and unfamiliar, so he let go of his hands and feet.

She is different from the leather children in the village, after all, she is a child who has lived in the village outside, and she has seen far more than the children in the mountain pimple, plus she has money in her hands, and she can coax these children to be the boss or something to play with just buy some snacks, she is simply a child king.

Fang Ning, who was herding sheep on the hillside, hid on the lawn and basked lazily on Erlang's legs, when he saw Fang Wei and a bunch of little children driving three black goats from the east to this side.

The two little hairy children of the master's family also followed behind Fang Wei, it stands to reason that Fang Ning's brother and sister still want to call them uncle, but Fang Ning can't call the two children uncle who are less than five years old, so while these two babies are not very sensible, let them call themselves brother first, and it will be difficult to change their words when they get used to it later.

Fang Wei saw the lazy brother from afar, rolled his eyes, the sheep in his house were harming other people's vegetable gardens again, he was still sleeping lazily, it is estimated that he didn't know how many sheep were missing!

Fortunately, as soon as the three cunning black goats slipped down from this hillside, they were caught by Fang Wei, and they were so frightened that they hid in the grass and only showed a small tail.

She couldn't cry or laugh, and directly whipped a few whips to moo the black goats, and squeezed each other forward with their heads in force.

"Stinky brother, I sent this sheep back to you, or you will drive this group of guys to the back mountain, there are many vegetable gardens under this hillside, and when the time comes, our sheep will not gnaw other people's precious vegetable gardens." ”

Fang Ning coughed twice, his old face turned red, and he got up quickly with this whip and came over, taking over the three black goats who were "in trouble", and the black goats saw the group grazing on the hillside, and went back moo as if they had found an organization.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, he drove the well-fed goats into the sheepfold, went back to his house, took a bath, and washed the smell of goats off his body with soap.

After dinner in the evening, I went under the gazebo to hide in the shade.

Looking at the village under the hillside through the light, the scene of thousands of lights is bustling, which is very broad, and if you eat a piece of chilled watermelon fished up from the bucket, you feel that this life is nothing more than this.