Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 218 - . Live Pig Feeding_1
Chapter 218: 218. Live Pig Feeding_1
Chapter 218: 218. Live Pig Feeding_1
Qiaoqiao carried the big red bucket up the mountain.
It was two very large plastic buckets, full to the brim with dry goods, with just a bit of water added before going up the mountain to ensure the food wasn’t too dry—
This goes to show how considerate everyone raising pigs really is, even taking taste into account.
His strength had increased nowadays; otherwise, the task of feeding the pigs couldn’t have fallen to him. After all, Song Sancheng was getting on in years, and if he kept exerting himself like this, Song Tan worried he might twist his back.
So, this glorious and solemn mission was handed over to Qiaoqiao, who did it with great diligence, feeding the pigs, the dogs, the chickens, the ducks, and Big White. Aside from watching Ultraman, he spent nearly all his free time on them.
Now, he huffed and puffed as he carried the two big red buckets up the mountain, while feeling deep sympathy for Xiaoye, the little wild boar that had just undergone surgery today. He wondered whether the pain would make it lose its appetite?
Whenever he had been sick before, he wouldn’t feel much like eating.
However, when he arrived at the pigpen gate, he saw that familiar little wild boar acting just like always, ramming its head against the railing door, eagerly standing on its hind legs and scratching at the wooden gate.
Clearly, its mind was filled with nothing but food.
Qiaoqiao instantly felt cheerful.
After a moment’s thought, he started a live stream—It had been a long time since he had taught the kids, and he felt so guilty for secretly studying on his own.
He hadn’t yet grasped the concept of giving his live stream a sensational name. This time, he simply started it unremarkably. It was nearly noon, and everyone was either on their way from work, about to get off work, or already waiting for lunch.
In any case, once the broadcast notification sounded off, people began showing up in the live stream room that had been quiet for a while. Of course, the popularity couldn’t compare to the previous times, but Qiaoqiao couldn’t understand this stuff anyway.
He just felt that he had already taught them how to harvest honey, how to pick Milk Vetch, and how to dig bamboo shoots… Now it was time to teach them how to feed pigs!
The loyal fans in the live stream room, alerted by the special notice, were like sick men who suddenly sat up in their beds—all excited that their favorite host was finally back!
“Has the stream started?”
Qiaoqiao leaned in to check the screen.
The lighting was just right in the woods. The area around the pigpen was warm and cozy, but it was shaded in front of the fence. The most obvious display of this was that even without using any filters, he still looked extraordinarily handsome on the live stream camera.
Fair-skinned, with pure eyes, who could resist such a cutie?
The comment section was filled with “awsl” (awesome).
[Seeing the host like this makes my heart flutter… I’m a guy, something is wrong with me!]
[I feel the same flutter, it’s not right!]
[My goodness, I just came in by accident to find such a handsome beauty attack, is this really a rural countryside host?]
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[I’m a girl… It looks like I’m the only one with a normal crush.]
Unfortunately, as soon as Qiaoqiao confirmed the start of the broadcast, he had already returned to teaching mode:
“Kids, today we’re going to learn how to feed pigs.”
He placed his phone nearby against a tree. Now stepping back two paces, he picked up the big red bucket:
“First, we need to prepare the pig feed.”
“Here we have Pennisetum Grass pulled from the mountains, weeds from the rice fields, and water hyacinths from the pond.”
He began scooping the contents from the red bucket out one by one. The pigs in the pen, seeing this, became so anxious they started squealing, having never suffered such indignity.
The background noise was unusually rhythmic for a moment.
The live stream room was also stunned for a moment.
[Goodness gracious, actually feeding pigs, the host always teaches practical stuff.]
[Alright, I’ve learned now; can you ship a piglet over here?]
[Farmhouse pigs! Fed on wild greens! The pork must be so fragrant!]
[Slurp, craving for some braised pork now.]
The comment section was especially lively, and a few old fans who had planned to watch the live stream and take a nap were suddenly energized—
[One, two, three… seven pigs. Host, do you sell pork?]
[Look! There are two black pigs that stand out, a bit smaller in size. Could it be they can’t win when competing for food?]
[The one at the front, if you don’t know, don’t spout nonsense. Those are clearly local black pigs, you have no idea how delicious the meat is! They just grow slowly.]
[Post the link! Post the link!]
Everyone went from discussing the taste of farmhouse black pig meat to sharing recipes, as the barrage section reached an unprecedented level of activity.
The live streaming platform’s traffic pool kicked in, quickly bringing in a wave of newcomers.
However, for mentor Qiaoqiao, he had no idea how many students he had; he simply followed his own rhythm.
He not only turned over those wild weeds but also brought them close to the camera to show everyone the green onion roots and garlic stems, then nodded in satisfaction:
“Sister said these are greens, and you have to eat more greens to stay healthy.”
[The host is correct, eating more greens is good for the pork.]
[Divine pig feed! Host! Post the link!!! Am I too poor to buy pork?!]
[The one before is crazy. That pig is only so small—the host, I want the biggest one on the left!]
Qiaoqiao still felt a bit sorry for the piglets, “Then we have to mix rice bran and wheat bran into the pig feed, and leftovers are okay too, but those are for the dogs to eat, so we don’t give too much.”
[Speaking of dogs, it reminds me of that hellhound from last time. Why don’t you film it more?]
[Exactly! Geez, I went back to watch the playback and took screenshots, it wasn’t the angle, it was genuinely huge.]
No sooner had the voice died away than a big goose charged out from an oblique angle!
Big White had lain in the bushes that morning, watching with open eyes as two big men pinned down new piglets to the ground, then with a slash of the knife, did that unspeakable act. Now Big White kept nudging into Qiaoqiao’s arms, flapping his wings, the picture of distress.
The barrage of comments once again became animated:
[A treasure trove of a farmhouse, Goose Goose Goose, too big for one pot!]
[I understand all this, I might not even be able to beat this goose, but why is it so clingy?]
[Raising geese as pets seems like such a joy.]
[Calm down, the one in front. Its honking could drive you away.]
And that’s no lie!
Now that Big White was close to the phone, he kept burrowing into Qiaoqiao’s arms and began to emit pitiful honks, the heart-wrenching sound echoing through the woods, which made Qiaoqiao’s heart ache.
Though he had no idea why Big White was upset, he still brought the big bucket to the front again:
“Big White, are you hungry? Here, have a bite first.”
Goodness, viewers in the live room saw that yellow-hatted Big White dive headfirst into the pig feed bucket!
You see, it seems that this goose doesn’t quite know how to eat.
It first picks out things like onion roots and coriander roots with wisps of whiskers, then eats wild grasses, barnyard millet, and water hyacinth.
Finally, it’s the dry corn, crushed eggshells, leftovers, and wheat bran and rice bran…
For quite a long while, the barrage area was silent, with only a single comment floating by lonely:
[That “bite” looks a bit big.]
Isn’t it? It’s still not looking up to this moment.
In the bushes, the king once again walked over silently, letting out a low “woof”!
As expected, Big White pulled back its neck and then contentedly lay down to one side.
And Qiaoqiao patted the king’s head, “Big King, thank you for bringing the piglets back, sister and mom are both very happy.”
But…
He looked blankly at the pigpen: “One, two, three… why are there seven?”
