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The sows will be pregnant soon, and new piglets will be born in litters; the boars are unlucky. Only the strongest pigs will be kept in the village as breeding pigs. All the rest will be castrated, and no one will be slaughtered before the end of autumn.The fatty meat is naturally cured into lard, and the other parts are either made into ham or made into sausages to provide meat for the whole village in winter.

Thinking of ham, and the fragrant soup stewed with fresh meat and blood sausage on the day the pig was slaughtered, little Albert's mouth would drain water.But the two little pigs are still too small now, and they will have to be kept for more than half a year if they want to grow to be able to eat.

During this period, all the pig farmers in the village will drive the piglets into the woods to find food.The earlier you go, the more good food the animal can eat, and the pig-herding children do not have to go deep into the woods.Little Albert has long understood this truth, and he is very competitive and has always refused to admit defeat.Every time he drove the pigs, his two short legs would run fast, nine out of ten times, he could get the first place in the village.

Of course, only Albert was anxious to work, and Piggy would not understand the owner.They are very curious about their surroundings. Sometimes they are drawn away by white fluttering butterflies, and sometimes they are distracted by a neighbor's bowl of water.Every time at this time, he would bring up the hard-roasted pig-driving sticks, and slapped them two times pretending to be sulking around the little guy. The bright flash of the iron tip and the sound of the sticks breaking through the air immediately Two piglets rushed to the middle of the village road, aggrievedly speeding up.

After putting the animal on the right track, little Albert would triumphantly hum several tunes, which was more magical than a knight in armor.If a neighbor happened to pass by, he would perform harder, piercing the iron tip "swish" forward, as if fighting a group of ogres.

There is no entertainment in the village, and Albert's performance can be regarded as a scene of Nobleva.When he was performing, those acquaintances would also stop very cooperatively and praise him with a smile; the neighbors with the best relationship, such as the 60-year-old grandma Dubos, sometimes presented food and invited Lu The kid from the Meng family went to chat.

If it were six years ago, little Albert would definitely run over and fill up the rusks.But now, he would usually just say thank you politely, without slowing down."The Lu Meng family boy", after all, has grown to eleven years old, and can no longer run like before, knowing nothing and doing nothing except playing.

The village road paved with gravel stretches straight toward the southern woods.Little Albert drove the piglet, the faster he ran, the hotter he got as he ran, and in a daze, he felt like flying in the air.He left the brick and wood longhouses behind him, grinned across the oval square with a smile, and then, accompanied by the grunting of the little piglets, he passed the fence against the beasts in one breath.The vast expanse of emerald green farmland suddenly appeared in front of the boy's eyes, and the plain stretched all the way toward the skyline, not knowing where the end was.

The entire duchy of Aquitaine used the three-bed system for farming.Of course, the village of Nobleva, which was personally granted the autonomy license by the previous duke, is no exception.On the left hand side of Little Albert is the spring wheat field about to be planted.The weeds there have long been uprooted, and the mouse catchers invited from the "Planning Village" Kotweimel have smoked all the field mice out of their hometown, so that this year's oat seeds can sit back and relax.

The farmer has no threat, and is generally in a good mood when he works.The nearest to Little Albert is the old Bernard who lives in the north end of the village. He drove his sharp-horned bull and plowed the field with dark brown soil waves.Many earthworms have been turned to the surface, shaking their fleshy bodies in a panic; many mole cricket nymphs have also suffered, and some have even been crushed directly by iron plowshares.

"Thief! You will never be young!" Old Bernard held the plow in his hand and spat in contempt.

"Hey, Lu Meng's kid! Do you want to eat honey in the afternoon? Call a few more partners over to catch insects, everyone has a share!"

"Lu Meng's kid" waved at him, smiled and agreed.He and those friends of the same age usually either play hide-and-seek in the village or play wars on the river beach.Helping Bernard’s house to catch insects can relieve worries and boredom, and have sweet honey to eat. As long as the news spreads, who can not go except fools?

Open the beehive woven with straw and take out the large dark hive from it.Holding it in the palm of your hand and taking a bite, the sweet honey pulp immediately filled your mouth, turning the whole world into a beautiful golden color...Little Albert imagined what was about to happen, his mouth grinned to the roots of his ears, and his saliva was even more intense. A large stream flows out, like a small river after a rainstorm.However, the winter wheat field broke into the field of vision at this moment, and he immediately awoke him.

The male owners of twenty families are busy working there.His father was among them, crouching like a prawn, hoe after hoe, swaying at the weeds.

Every time he saw his father work hard, little Albert felt that his throat was suffocated and his chest seemed to be blocked.However, his father's mood was not affected by the heavy farm work.After seeing his youngest son, Huber immediately stopped weeding and waved his hand to this side happily.

"Is it thirsty?" Hu Beier still didn't say much, as always, he only asked his son briefly:

"Are you hungry? Where's the whistle? A wolf-proof whistle. Yes, you must bring the whistle, don't throw it away."

Little Albert has a lot to say.But after he opened his mouth, what came out was nothing but the same old ones: he was not thirsty, his bag was full; he was not hungry, he was full in the morning; the whistle would certainly not be lost, that was when grandpa was in war. , The baby snatched from the hands of the English soldiers will definitely not be lost, definitely not lost...

After the conversation, Hu Beier picked up the hoe and continued to cultivate the land contentedly.Although little Albert had various thoughts in his mind, he could only drive the two piglets and continue to stride forward.[Why is there such a big gap between people?He looked at the vigorously growing wheat clusters above the ridges and the tender green pea sprouts rising up between the ridges, he couldn't help biting his lower lip and gripping the pig stick tighter:

[If you don't talk far away, just talk about the village. The ancestor of old Bernard is Nan-Min from the north, I heard that he was caught by bandits. But he has his ancestral beekeeping skills, and he can sell a lot of coins every time the planning village holds a big fair. Asking the child to catch insects for his own share is a trivial matter. He has already set up a paper with the village and stamped it with fire lacquer, and is about to hire someone to open a new field in the east. Compared with him, my dad...he does work harder than others, every year, but is it really worth it?