Lu Yuan told his wife to go and rest, and he sat down by the fountain, quietly watching Sanbao.
The moment Sanbao opened his eyes, Lu Yuan met his gaze and clearly sensed surprise in his eyes, followed by astonishment and restraint.
Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes; this son was definitely not a baby.
Having personally experienced time travel, he harbored certain doubts and spoke frankly.
"Sanbao, tell Daddy, are you practicing meditation?"
Sanbao stared at Lu Yuan with his big, dark eyes, pursing his lips and remaining silent, his mind in turmoil.
He knew his father had already figured it out, and he didn't know whether to tell the truth or not. If he did, would his father think he was a freak?
He knew that Lu Yuan and Wen Moxue were not ordinary people because they possessed this space, but he did not know that the two had traveled from the future. He thought they were celestial beings descended to earth to undergo tribulation.
But he himself had died once.
"Sanbao, Dad knows you can understand what I'm asking. Don't worry, Dad just wants to know more about you. I won't stop you from doing anything. No matter what, you're still your mother's and my son. We will always love you and always support you!"
Sanbao's heart felt as if it were wrapped in something soft, warm and comforting. His eyes immediately welled up with tears. He had felt fatherly love from this father before, but this time it was especially real and intense.
She stretched out her two little arms and said, "Dad, hug me."
Lu Yuan grinned, lifted him up by his armpits, and pulled him into his arms.
The little guy hugged Lu Yuan's neck, buried his head in the crook of his neck and didn't say a word. Lu Yuan didn't urge him, but gently stroked his head and back.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Yuan sighed softly, "This little guy is too composed."
I gently lifted him off my shoulder, looked down, and saw that he was sleeping soundly, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.
A helpless smile played on my lips. This little guy is still...
Fine, if the little guy doesn't want to talk about it, then he doesn't have to. He's my son, and that will never change. Let's just treat him as a genius.
Lu Yuan carried the three children to their usual resting place. He saw that his wife was reading a book while watching over the two children and had not gone to sleep. After putting the three children down, he went over, took the book from her hand, hugged her, and began to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.
A moment later, Wen Muxue pushed him away. "Alright, tell me what you found out?"
Lu Yuan shook his head, "No, the little guy fell asleep without saying anything, but there's one thing I'm sure of."
"What?"
“Sanbao’s mind is not that of an infant; he is truly practicing internal energy cultivation techniques, and it should be showing some results.”
"Is he... transmigrating with his memories like us? Or is he a reincarnation?" Wen Muxue asked in astonishment.
Lu Yuan nodded slightly. "That's very possible."
"Huh? You mean he died of old age in his past life, or he met with an accident along the way? I wonder how old he was. He couldn't have been older than both of us, could he?"
Lu Yuan laughed, "No matter how old he was in his past life, he's still our son in this life, and he has our blood in his veins."
Wen Muxue nodded, "You're right, he's a piece of my flesh, he's my son."
Lu Yuan hummed in agreement and then said, "Having such a fortuitous encounter means he's destined for greatness. We should try to treat him the same way we treat Da Bao and Er Bao, just like a child. Let's treat him the same way he always has."
"I understand, but there's one thing: we should be more careful about how we talk in the future."
The couple reached an agreement, and when the family woke up the next day, Sanbao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his parents treated him the same as before.
Last night, it wasn't that he didn't want to talk about his past, but his father's embrace was so warm and reassuring that he fell asleep without realizing it.
Now is clearly not the best time to talk about this; let's wait for a better opportunity later.
Lu Yuan has been very busy these past two days, driving back and forth twice to bring back the last two truckloads of feed ingredients prepared for the team.
They found Big Pancake Bro and Monkey Three again, and brought back the pheasants and rabbits they had helped process. They loaded all the supplies for the Zhong brothers in Hangzhou onto the truck overnight.
He gave Xu Dong and Lu Yuanchao some instructions before letting them leave.
Yu Shaoheng, Sun Maodou, and Lu Yuan, who had gone to the Honghe Pig Farm for training, returned. Lu Yuan was then called to the brigade headquarters for a meeting.
"Have you figured it out yet? Did a batch of piglets really die at the Honghe pig farm before?"
This was the first issue that the brigade leaders were concerned about.
"We've figured it out, a batch of piglets really did die," Yu Shaoheng said.
"What's the reason?" Lu Yuan asked.
"After making inquiries from various sources and gaining a deep understanding of the other party's situation, coupled with my humble attitude of seeking advice, my sincerity, and my diligence and steadfastness..."
"Get to the point," Lu Yuan interrupted Yu Shaoheng's incessant chatter.
"The key issue is the negligence of the pig farmers, who failed to keep the piglets warm, resulting in the freezing to death of thousands of piglets."
"What? Over a thousand?" Zhang Yong'an exclaimed in surprise.
The eyes of several brigade cadres almost popped out of their sockets.
"How could they freeze to death? Didn't you heat the kang (heated brick bed) in the pigsty?" Lu Guoan asked.
The weather in the north is cold, and pigs are prone to freezing to death in winter. Piglets, in particular, have high temperature requirements. Newborn piglets need a temperature environment of 27 or 28 degrees Celsius, and as they grow, they can adapt to a temperature that is two or three degrees lower each day.
Anyone who has raised pigs knows that it is essential to keep piglets warm in winter.
Although Lu Guoan and his team did not know the specific temperature requirements for each stage of the piglets' growth, they had a general idea.
When the pig farm was being built, Lu Guoan specifically went to Lu Qianjin's father-in-law, Butcher Li, to ask about winter heating measures. Li suggested using a heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed).
In other words, they built an underground flue that connected to the external stove and heated the flue by burning firewood, thus heating the floor of the pigsty.
This is based on the practices of many collective pig farms and state-owned farms.
"Heating a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed)?"
Lu Yuan was completely unaware of this. He had only considered the issue of feed and hadn't bothered to learn about anything else. The key point was that he never imagined raising pigs would be so complicated.
“Yes, the winters in the north are too cold. Piglets are not resistant to the cold and are easily frozen to death. Many pig farms use heated brick beds,” Lu Guoan explained.
Lu Yuan asked, "Did you install heated brick beds when you built your pig farm?"
"Of course we do, otherwise how will the pigs survive the winter?"
Lu Yuan breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Luckily, he wasn't the one in charge of building the pig farm, or he would have been in big trouble.
It must be said that these working people all possess their own wisdom.
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