HCB Chapter 214 Giving birth to piglets
Chapter 214 Giving birth to piglets
Mrs. Sun brought a few children with her, carrying the items she had just purchased, and also helped drive the ox cart and donkey cart to Xiuying's house.
As Mrs. Sun walked, she reminded the children, "Be careful, don't bump into anything." The children nodded obediently and followed their mother closely.
Arriving at Xiuying's house, the children worked together, some pulling in front, some pushing from behind. Their small bodies burst out with great strength, their little faces flushed with exhaustion, and their foreheads were covered with beads of sweat.
Mrs. Sun smiled and said to Xiuying, "Sister Xiuying, the car has arrived for you, we are going back." Xiuying hurriedly thanked her.
The children also said, "Goodbye, Aunt Xiuying!" After that, they followed Mrs. Sun and left, their figures gradually disappearing into the night.
Xiuying and Yang's parents had originally planned to rush to the village entrance to pick up Yang Qingfeng, but at this critical moment, Xiuying's sow suddenly gave birth to piglets. This made them very anxious and they were in a panic for a while.
The sow grunted constantly in the pen and paced back and forth anxiously. Xiuying and Yang's parents hurriedly prepared all the necessary items for delivery and stood by nervously.
As time went by, one piglet after another was born successfully. The arrival of each piglet was accompanied by a burst of joy and busyness. The family was busy and everyone was running around, sometimes cleaning the sow's body, and sometimes taking care of the newborn piglets.
Father Yang was so tired that he was out of breath, and Mother Yang was sweating profusely, but they did not dare to slack off in the slightest and continued to take good care of the child.
In the end, the sow gave birth to a total of sixteen piglets. Seeing these pink, chubby little creatures huddled together and humming, Xiuying and Yang's parents smiled with satisfaction.
The seven girls in Xiuying's family opened their eyes wide and looked at the piglets in the pigpen with curiosity.
This was the first time they saw these newborn piglets and they were so excited that they could hardly contain themselves.
The eldest daughter Taohua clapped her hands excitedly and cheered, "Wow, so many piglets! These piglets are all from our family!" She had never thought that there would be pigs at home, and so many of them.
The second daughter, Shi Liu, squatted down and cautiously tried to reach out and touch it.
The third daughter, Guihua, opened her eyes wide and kept muttering, "So cute, so cute!"
The fourth daughter, Lamei, tightly grasped the hand of the fifth daughter, Yingchun, and both of them had surprised smiles on their faces.
The sixth daughter, Yinlian, and the seventh daughter, Mudan, were still very young. They were so shocked by the sight that their mouths were wide open. After a long while, they said in a baby voice, "Mother, the piglets are so small and soft!"
The seven daughters gathered around the sow and the piglets, chattering and discussing, and their laughter echoed in the yard.
In addition to the sow that had just given birth and a group of cute piglets, there were also four fat pigs in the pigpen.
The four big pigs were grunting in the corner, as if they were also curious about the arrival of new life.
Father Yang saw that the sow had finished giving birth, so he moved cautiously to allow the sow to rest and prevent other pigs from disturbing the piglets' feeding. He rolled up his sleeves and took the wooden board and rope.
Father Yang first gently led the sow to a separate area and then separated it with wooden boards.
His movements were gentle and skillful, for fear of scaring the sow and piglets. He then separated several other pigs, creating a relatively quiet and independent space for the sow and piglets.
The little piglets are now eagerly crowding to the sow, competing for milk. Their small bodies are pressed tightly against the sow, making "squeaking" sounds. The scene is both warm and full of vitality.
Mother Yang looked at the slightly exhausted sow after giving birth, her heart filled with pity, and she hurried to prepare pig food for it. Mother Yang first walked into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and deftly scooped out a few large spoonfuls of cornmeal from the vat.
She poured the cornmeal into a large bowl, added some chopped fresh vegetables, and sprinkled on a handful of wheat bran.
Mother Yang stirred the food while muttering, "This sow just gave birth. She needs to eat something good to replenish her body."
Then she scooped some warm slop from the pot and poured it in, continuing to stir it evenly to make the pig feed thicker and more nutritious.
After preparing the pig food, Yang's mother carried the heavy basin to the pigpen.
She stepped over the threshold carefully, fearing that the pig food would spill out, and walked to the sow's compartment. Mother Yang called to the sow softly: "Come here, dear, eat something good and produce more milk to feed these little guys." As she spoke, she poured the pig food into the sow's trough.
When Yang Qingfeng dragged his tired body back home, it was already very late. Xiuying and the others had already eaten, and Yang's father and mother were busy delivering a sow.
Seeing Yang Qingfeng return, Xiuying's face immediately lit up with concern. She quickly put down the dishes she was cleaning and hurried into the kitchen. "Qingfeng, you're finally back. You must be exhausted. I'll heat up some food and prepare some hot water for you. You should take a rest first." As Xiuying spoke, she skillfully lit the fire and added more wood.
Yang Qingfeng quickly brought the things he bought into the room and said, "Sister, I'm not tired."
Suddenly, a crackling sound filled the kitchen, and the firelight illuminated Xiuying's busy figure. She skillfully took the cooked food out of the pot and reheated it on the stove, stirring it from time to time to prevent it from getting burnt.
Meanwhile, Xiuying picked up the bucket, scooped half a bucket of water from the vat, and poured it into the pot to heat it. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, but her hands never stopped moving.
Meanwhile, Zhao Cunliang was also busy today, arriving empty-handed at his second aunt's house in Daoxiang Village. He walked briskly, his eyes filled with calculation.
Daoxiang Village is located at the foot of the mountain, with low terrain. The surrounding rice fields have always been fertile. It is for this reason that the village has the beautiful name "Daoxiang Village".
In the past, during the harvest season, the golden rice ears swayed gently in the breeze, like a golden ocean, which was beautiful beyond words.
However, this year coincided with a severe drought, a relentless natural disaster that ravaged the land. The sun blazed high, not a cloud in the sky, its scorching heat baking the earth. Not a single rice plant in Daoxiang Village remained alive. Everywhere one looked, all they could see was parched, cracked earth. Rice fields that should have been teeming with life were now reduced to withered, yellow stubble, sighing in despair in the wind.
Zhao Cunliang walked into the village with a heavy heart. All he saw was a scene of devastation. His eyes were filled with shock, and his steps became heavier. He had not expected other villages to be in such a state after the hailstorm.