Hello everyone, the 60s was an era of lack of food and less meals, originally a farmer who grew food, there was not much food at home, if you want to feed another pig, it is simply beyond the power of swimming and carrying a cloth bag.
But my father bought a piglet and fed it, so that the pig would share with us and feed it with all the grass like a sheep. The only food it can eat is water for the pot. Seeing that he couldn't eat a large piece of meat in our house, this pig drank a big bowl, so he ran to the crop field to eat the overlord's meal. The captain found that there were pigs eating the crops in the field, and he was very annoyed, and immediately gathered a group of people to carry poles and shovels to the field to beat pigs, and this time a pig was really killed, fortunately it was a pig from another village.
It's not my pig, my father pinched a handful of sweat, and he tied the pig up. But in the middle of the night, my father let the pig go again, and my mother disapproved of my father's approach, and my father said, I just went around the field, and found that there were a few pigs eating the crops, and people tied the pigs during the day and let them go at night.
On the one hand, he held meetings every day to scold several pig farmers for having no skin on their faces, and on the other hand, he organized laborers to dig trenches on the border between the crops and villages to block the sneak attack of pigs.
At that time, there was a special market for selling fodder in the market, and there were bran in baskets, full of them for sale. Every few days, my father would buy a basket of chaff and feed the pigs. The pigs are gradually fed bigger, and they eat more, and it is not enough to buy bran to feed, there is not so much money. My father was self-reliant and thought of a way.
At that time, it was the autumn harvest season, the early-maturing beans came on the field, and a few cattle who also sweated and contributed to the construction of socialism squeaked and squeaked to pull the beans, and it could not mind and pee while walking unhurriedly, which was the privilege of the Yellow Emperor Laozi to the cow. The old man who drove the cattle held a whip in his hand and dragged a long cavity to drive the cattle, and his long tone was tactful and exciting, which was very good. He saw the cow pooping and hurriedly took the basket to pick it up.
When the sun sets, the beans are ready, and people come to the field with forks and poles, and the dried beans are stacked, and the beans and bran are piled up in a long pile, which is convenient for raising the field. Although there is a gentle breeze, the wind is too small to raise the field, and when the wind rises and can raise the field, it is estimated that it will be midnight. Coming here in the middle of the night is something that no one wants to do, so my father recommended himself and decided that he would come here at night. When it was almost dawn, my father and a few other people finally finished the beans and Yang. Subsequently, my father brought home the waste chaff from Yang Douzi Yang to feed the pigs, which was also the purpose of his stay of sleep all night to raise beans.
In that era, a pig was slowly raised in this way.