Even Old Zheng couldn't stand it anymore and pointed them to the right place.
"Look carefully, so you don't have to come looking for me, Old Zheng, next time. I have a lot to do every day. I used to help out with these chores when Little Gu treated me to meat. But you, Gu Er Gou, still have to do them yourself."
Old Zheng knew that even the food he fed the cow didn't really like to eat anymore.
If Gu Ergou comes to do it, it's no wonder the ox is hard to eat.
This will probably only happen once in a lifetime.
At most, it would include today's daytime.
Gu Yunyang blushed slightly as he listened.
I was originally planning to send bone broth to Old Zheng.
As a result, I took three black dogs home, cooked a meal, and kept thinking about the Baishi Commune.
I completely forgot.
At this point, when Old Zheng brought it up, he blushed a little.
Luckily it was late at night, and Old Zheng didn't see it, otherwise he would have been too embarrassed to speak.
Gu Ergou didn't care at first, thinking it was just stirring up some cow feed.
Actually, it's not much different from what pigs eat, is it?
They were all lazy when it came to housework, but Widow Liu could be diligent at times.
There are two pigs at home. One is intended to be used as a pig for the New Year, and the other is a task pig that will be raised until the New Year and then taken to the supply and marketing cooperative for sale.
If Widow Liu raises these two pigs well, all the money will be hers.
Widow Liu worked very hard.
At this moment, Gu Ergou wasn't quite sure how to do it himself, so Widow Liu helped him. Gu Ergou muttered to himself, "From now on, Mom can do this kind of thing."
Widow Liu, who was standing nearby, didn't think much of it at first.
She has done this kind of thing far too often.
But after a moment of silence, his movements slowed down.
Looking up, in the dim light, his son's face seemed, for a moment, extremely glaring.
She raised such a son?
You've only just started your first meal, and you're already planning to replace it all yourself?
Does that mean she has to do all the other things by herself?
Is this like raising a son?
This is like raising ancestors.
But this ancestor was raised by himself.
"Alright, take it over here." Widow Liu said to Gu Ergou after finally finishing preparing the rice bran.
Gu Ergou hesitated for a moment, saying, "Mom, I can't move it. Why don't you do it?"
The mother and son exchanged a few words before Gu Hanping impatiently yelled, "The two of you together, hurry up! It's so late, and I still have to come here with you two to work. We have to get up early for work tomorrow."
Widow Liu dared not say anything more, and Gu Ergou also became obedient.
But when the two of them carried it over together and placed it in front of the starving cow...
The cow wasn't cooperating; it sniffed it and then refused to eat.
Old Zheng was actually quite curious as well.
During the day, when the cows are working, they will graze in the fields.
But after returning, it wouldn't eat grass or the mixed cattle feed.
It seemed to be poisoned, only eating the cattle feed that Gu Yunyang mixed for it.
If Old Zheng hadn't frequently seen Gu Yunyang personally mixing the cattle feed, he would have suspected that Gu Yunyang had poisoned the cattle.
Surely cows don't smoke opium, do they?
Gu Ergou was completely bewildered and couldn't quite grasp the situation. He turned back to Gu Shimin and asked, "Is this cow stupid? Why isn't it eating the good food?"
Only now did Gu Shimin understand why Old Zheng favored Gu Yunyang so much.
Gu Yunyang must have a knack for raising cattle.
Judging from how energetic the ox is every day, you can tell that Gu Yunyang has something to offer.
The fact that the cows won't eat feed mixed by others is clear evidence of this.
Gu Shimin turned around and gave Gu Yunyang a deep look, then couldn't help but step forward and kick Gu Ergou.
Gu Ergou also complained, "What's wrong, Uncle? The cow won't eat it, what can I do? Gu Yunyang made it, so the cow definitely won't eat it either!"
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