Listening to Ding Rui's screams, which were like killing a pig, gradually faded away, Zhang Jing carried the two children into the car.

Drive the car in front of the farmer's house.

Sissy and her mother Boy are already waiting.

As usual, Sissy likes to wear jeans, boots, a brown jacket, and big brown braids standing up behind her back.

Boy's image is more traditional. He is tall and strong, with a strong physique and two powerful hands.

Zhang Jing's deepest impression of her was food.

No matter what you do, it will always be shiny. Big pig knuckles and big pig heads, even barbecue and soup, can have a golden and shiny color.

Later I learned that she likes to use honey and tomatoes when cooking, and uses them more often.

The second deep impression was the food. No matter what was cooked, the portions were huge. There were no exquisite dishes in their kitchen, only wash basins and foot basins.

Give Sissy a gentle hug and everything will go without saying anything. There will be endless things to say in the evening.

Then he hugged his mother-in-law and Zhang Jing said hello cheerfully: "Ms. Boyi, I miss you so much - the fried pig's feet you made."

"I miss you too," the strong Boy laughed happily, "The pig we just killed this morning will have fried pig's feet to eat tonight."

"This is good," Zhang Jing was already drooling. "I'll help you with the food. Fat intestines and pork belly are also my favorites."

"Leave dinner to me," Boy said, taking care of everything. "There's some work in the cowshed. You and Sissy can handle it together."

Zhang Jing nodded and first took all the items in the car into the living room of the new house.

By the way, I took out some wine from the Mithril space. It's too cold. I don't know how I can spend the night without wine.

Sissi helped Zhang Jing move together and found that her boyfriend bought many and miscellaneous things. She asked confusedly: "Why is there even a medicine box and waterproof rubber pants?"

"I don't know what you need." As he spoke, Zhang Jing saw his son York in the living room. He was born one month earlier than Zhang Yi and was crawling in the warm spring-like living room.

Taking two steps forward and picking up his son, Zhang Jing explained his actions and said, "If you think you might need something, buy it as much as possible;

Among them are two sets of Rheinmetall tools, I hope they will be useful."

Xixi nodded. She had already seen the tools Zhang Jing bought, including saws, axes, hammers, drills, wrenches, pliers, expanders, nail guns, and electric hammers.

The sundries include water purification tablets, water basins, water pipes, water pumps, plastic swimming pools, straps, steel ropes, fishing rods and fishing gear, tents, medicine boxes, pots, stoves, seasonings, etc.

Socks, clothes, gloves and hats for adults and children.

Mostly candies and wine.

Fifty pounds of various candies and chocolates were not surprising. Sissy asked confusedly, "Where can I buy wine? Alcohol is prohibited now."

"There are more ways than difficulties," Zhang Jingcha changed the subject, "There is a rifle under your clothes. Take it out and put it away to improve the quality."

Sissy found an M4A1 rifle from under a pile of clothes on the floor, checked that there were no bullets in the chamber, and then put it away to prevent children from getting it.

Spend half an hour categorizing various items. Put tools in the maintenance room in the yard, put clothes in the cloakroom, and put the sundries in their own places.

Because there are so many places, tools have their own room, pickup trucks have their own room, and even miscellaneous items have their own place.

There are a lot of things, which may not be used in a short period of time, but they will be useful sooner or later.

After the tidying up, the three children were left to play by themselves in the living room. Zhang Jinghe and Xixi went to the cowshed to work with a slightly bulging belly.

It was a serious job at first, but then someone started to be dishonest. Deep in the cowshed, next to the electric heater, the two of them started to do adult things without being shy.

Six o'clock in the evening.

It was already dark outside, and if it hadn't been for Ms. Boy's call, it would have lasted for more than twenty minutes.

Returning to the main house, we were filled with the aroma and sweetness of food.

Zhang Yi and York had drank milk and were already asleep in the crib. Betty and Boy were sitting at the dining table waiting.

Glancing at his daughter and Zhang Jing, Boyi probably knew what had just happened.

But Betty didn't know and urged: "Mom and dad, come and eat quickly, I'm already very hungry."

Zhang Jing was not embarrassed, but Xixi was embarrassed for a second, then quickly sat down at the dining table, and the four of them held hands and read a prayer before the meal.

The meaning is roughly the same, thank the Holy Son and the Holy Mother for giving food, and know how to be grateful.

Then comes eating.

A shiny golden whole pig head, a pot of golden grilled ribs, a pot of fresh blood sausage, a pot of vegetable salad, and a bottle of freshly squeezed fruit and vegetable juice.

Boy opened a bottle of Kanfan Farm red wine, held up the bottle and praised: "I have drunk the red and white wine brewed on the farm. I made it myself before, but I have already poured it out."

Zhang Jing smiled. I have never tasted the red and white wine from the farm, but if I have, I will be impressed by it.

It has rich complex fruit aroma, high thickness, full taste, and is aged in oak barrels for three years. It is very popular.

"I'm very surprised," Boy asked for advice, "Why can't I brew a similar taste?"

“This is a deliberate result,” Zhang Jing chatted while cutting off the golden ears of the pig’s head: “Including flowers and bees, maintaining a balance between animals, without using pesticides and industrial fertilizers;

Many factors come together to produce good wine; of course, a good winemaker is also essential.”

"You said ecological agriculture is too difficult," Xixi said with emotion. "If we don't use pesticides and don't apply chemical fertilizers, the result will not only be a reduction in production, but there may also be no harvest."

Zhang Jing nodded and agreed, no one would dare to do this unless they were well fed.

Boy asked for advice, "Regarding honey, are there any options for wildflowers or artificial cultivation?"

"Human intervention replenishes wildflowers," Zhang Jing slowly introduced what he knew with a soft pig ear in his mouth, "In spring, acacia, hawthorn, eucalyptus, alfalfa, linden, and dandelion are replenished;

In summer, it is supplemented by chestnut trees, grass, sunflowers, blackberries, and firs; in autumn, heather, ivy, and thyme.”

While enjoying the food, he taught Boyi the public secrets belonging to winemaker Lin Jiangmeng.

"Why do I hear that it's not brewing wine," Sissy wondered, "but carefully brewing honey?"

Without the need for Zhang Jing to explain, Boyi told his daughter, "Bees are small but very useful. They collect nectar among various flowers, which may affect the quality and taste of the grapes, thus affecting the winemaking results."

"It's like this," Zhang Jingpeng said to his mother-in-law, "bees play a greater role in Kanfan Farm;

In order to get a better taste, winemakers will intervene with the types of flowers and plants almost every year in the hope of finding the best results."

"It sounds very complicated," Sissy said, raising the juice in her glass. "Sure enough, no one can succeed casually."

Zhang Jing raised the glass of red wine and gently touched it with his girlfriend.

Boy followed suit and raised his glass.

Betty also raised her juice glass and shouted happily, "Shred it!"

The family had a very happy meal, but Zhang Jing never called Boyi's mother from beginning to end, but called her by her first name.
Chapter completed!