The grass was piled up and placed there. She would go there early every day to pick them up. After all, they had grown this year, so she let them see their features.
Huang Duoer naturally couldn't refuse, and she couldn't sit still any longer. She had only one child, and now she had so many people clinging to her. If she didn't do something about it, she might even face starvation this year.
In fact, it is a good idea, but it is difficult to implement in practice.
The three little kids can already roll over, but they still can’t be put on the cart. Last time, the eldest one almost fell under the donkey’s hoof.
I had no choice but to spread a sack under the shade of a tree and put the doll on it. But the sack was prickly, and the little bugs in the grass also bit the doll, leaving little red bumps all over his hands and body.
In addition, due to the large number of cubs, each cub has different little problems.
Even if Huang Duoer went to the fields early or late, the results were not very ideal.
Fortunately, everyone in the family knew the reason and did not blame me.
Li Qingmei finally realized that relying solely on cutting grass was not enough to feed the livestock. In addition, when her daughter was around, the grain in the house was harvested very quickly, so she might have been mixing bran into the feed.
After work, I harnessed the donkey cart at night and went to my mother's team, where I bought 50 kilograms of millet for pig feed, which cost me 3.5 yuan; I also bought 20 kilograms of old lentils for 1.6 yuan; later I bought bran twice, once for 50 kilograms and 6 yuan, and the other time for 6.5 yuan.
When the piglet weighed 120 kilograms, the food alone cost more than ten yuan.
It was both tiring and heartbreaking, so she took the money and sold it to the farmers' market, earning 49.70 yuan.
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