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White grinding, green flute. Green bamboo, Jielan. Surrounded by a faint fragrance, few landscapes are picturesque.

A cup of tea boils life, and a pair of danqing looks at the world. When you come, you are as clean as a lotus, and when you go, you are like Bodhi.

No matter what kind of thoughts, let it be scattered like fireworks, and the beauty will be left, just like scattered flowers in the sky.

Time slipped by, like the most playful girl, slowly leaving without any warning.

The mountains are full of greenery, and they are full of lovely flowers.

Spring is slowly leaving.

On the third day of March, the snake came out of the mountain, also known as the Shangsi Festival in ancient times. According to legend, March 3 is the birthday of the Yellow Emperor, and China has "February 2, the dragon raises its head; On March 3, Xuanyuan was born. ”

Longhe Village, inside Liu Xiaoming's pig farm. An enticing aroma spread, and I saw Liu Xiaoming wearing a brand-new cotton jacket and an apron tied around his waist and busy working.

Today is Liu Xiaoming's birthday.

Speaking of Liu Xiaoming's birthday, it is very strange. Born at three o'clock in the morning on the third day of the third lunar month of the ninety-third lunar calendar, according to the fortune teller, his life was a life for the emperor in ancient times.

However, it's a pity, now that the reform and opening up has been carried out, this life is useless, and it can only guarantee a lifetime of wealth and wealth. Before Liu Xiaoming was reborn, he still believed a little in his heart.

It's a pity that nothing came of it in the end.

A large pot of firewood turkey is extremely mouth-watering. The aromas of chicken and potatoes blend together to turn the entire pig farm into a food festival.

"Hehe, today's birthday, the first birthday after rebirth, how do you feel like you're just a year old now."

Liu Xiaoming looked at the stewed chicken in the cauldron, and the glint in his eyes suddenly became blurred.

"Wood, what are you doing?"

"Xiaoyu, I'm at work, I'll go home soon."

"Mmmm, you have to find some wood to come back today, and I have something to discuss with you when I go home."

"yes, okay."

A job of serving dishes, Liu Xiaoming is very happy, because he has his own life. Back home, the table was full of good dishes.

"Xiaoyu, I'm back, why are there so many dishes today, did you win the lottery."

Hearing this, Xiao Yu, who was in the kitchen, poked his head out. Her delicate and pure face was covered with vegetable juice, and she had a white apron around her waist.

"Wood, you're back, hurry up and sit down."

Seeing Liu Xiaoming, the smile on the girl's face was particularly good-looking. The wood-like one was pulled into the living room by Xiao Yu and sat at the dining table in the hall.

"Xiaoyu, is there anything happy today, why are there so many good dishes."

Seeing Liu Xiaoming's doubts, the girl's face was full of helplessness.

"Wood, don't you even know what day it is."

"Huh!! I really don't know what day it is. ”

"You, it's your birthday."

When the words fell, Liu Xiaoming suddenly remembered.

"It's the third day of March today, hehehe, I've never had a birthday, you don't say I've forgotten!!"

Xiaoyu looked at Liu Xiaoming with a distressed face, and only she was so distressed that her husband, who had always been sunny, made her feel distressed.

"Come to think of it, I'll celebrate your birthday today and make your favorite dry pot chicken."

After speaking, Xiao Yu turned around and entered the kitchen and brought out a plate of fragrant chicken.

"Ouch,..."

A burst of pain in his hand brought Liu Xiaoming back to his senses.

"Hey, it's open, it looks like it's ready to eat."

"The first snow of 2002,

Coming a little later than ever.

The second car parked on the eighth floor,

Took away the last falling yellow leaves.

The first snow of 2002,

It is a complex that is hard to give up at WLMQ.

You're like a butterfly flying around,

Swaying in the snowy season. ”

"Hey, cousin, why did you call me?"

"You kid, it's your birthday today, call me and ask."

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to be the best cousin, and only you can remember my birthday."

"Okay, let's not talk about that, happy birthday. I don't have time to see you today and live better on my own. ”

"Okay, thank you cousin."

After saying a few words, he hung up the phone. Birthday is a witness to a person's growth. Liu Xiaoming's eighteenth birthday passed quietly, no one held it for him, and there was no birthday cake, only a large plate of firewood turkey made by himself.

After eating the lunch he made, Liu Xiaoming hurriedly began to give his piglets a delicious meal. At this time, most of the pigs in Liu Xiaoming's pig farm were already eighty or ninety catties, and they had risen almost a hundred catties.

Looking at the growing pigs, Liu Xiaoming was very happy.

As always, on the electronic scale, 300 catties of corn, 100 catties of feed, and 100 catties of bran were poured into the automatic mixer. As the pig grows every day, it begins to eat more.

Originally, it only needed more than 100 catties a day, but now it needs more than 300 catties a day. This is only when they are young, and after another month, the pigs will eat a lot more. At that time, the daily dosage will be several times higher than it is now.

Looking at the daily decrease in corn feed, Liu Xiaoming is ready to start hoarding again.

A few days ago, he was introduced by Gao Changfu and met some people in Zhoujiawan.

These people have a lot of corn at home, and as long as the starting price is given, tens of thousands of catties of corn are still very easy. In general, when a pig is fed to more than 300 catties, basically each pig will eat about 400 catties of corn, about 120 catties of feed and about 120 catties of bran.

If you calculate it, the total will be close to 200,000 catties of corn. This is not a small amount, and there is certainly not enough local corn.

Today, Liu Xiaoming is going to Zhoujiawan to harvest corn. There aren't too many of them at home, and it's basically only enough for a few days. Riding a motorcycle, I quickly came to the house of a blue brick house.

As soon as the car was put away, I saw a man wearing woolen clothes and a dark face come out, still holding a white porcelain bowl in his hand.

"Yo, Boss Liu is here, it's very early. We're eating, have you eaten, come on, let's eat together. ”

While speaking, this person pulled Liu Xiaoming over. Looking at the enthusiastic middle-aged man, Liu Xiaoming said with a smile: "No need, Uncle Zhou has already eaten." You eat first, and then we'll talk about corn. ”

Seeing Liu Xiaoming's insistence, this person stopped persuading. just took out a chair and gave it to Liu Xiaoming, and brought out a cup of tea at the back.

"You drink some tea first, we'll finish it soon."

At this time, an old lady with a very pale face came out of the room, and her silver hair looked very old.

"Xiao Liu is here, you wait for a while, you can discuss it after Dalin finishes eating."

Seeing the old man, Liu Xiaoming said respectfully: "Okay, grandma, go into the house, it's cold outside." ”

The old woman didn't insist too much, and she also went into the house when she heard the words.

This middle-aged man was introduced to Liu Xiaoming by Gao Changfu, called Zhou Dalin, who is a craftsman who makes coffins. The corn at home is all planted by his wife, and there are a lot of them, Liu Xiaoming saw it last time, at least more than 3,000 catties.