When Li Juan came back from cutting grass for the pigs, Li Long did not let her cook their feed. Instead, he told her to take the elastic rope and go play with her friends. He understood how eager she felt, so he would cook the pig feed himself.
Li Juan kept smiling happily at the intact elastic rope in her hands, but she still wanted to finish cooking the pig feed before leaving. Li Long had to order her to go. A little girl ought to have a little girl's happiness and fun. Although most families were like this in those days, Li Long felt that since he did no fieldwork, he should do more around the house.
Besides, what did this little bit of work amount to for him?
After Li Long repeatedly warned Li Qiang not to shoot people with his slingshot, he too took it off to show his friends. This was their moment to shine.
Li Long chopped up the grass Li Juan had cut, poured it into the pot, added bran and oil cake-the residue left from pressing oilseed sunflowers, not the cracklings left from rendering pork fat-and brought everything to a boil. Then he stirred it evenly, put out the fire, and poured it into a bucket.
In his previous life, feeding piglets this size had not involved so much trouble. He had simply mixed piglet feed, cornmeal, oil cake, and the like with boiling water, stirred it evenly, and fed it to them.
The main reason he had to cook it now was the worry that eating uncooked grass would make the piglets sick.
Next, he just had to wait for the feed to cool, feed the pigs, and prepare dinner as well.
Over the next few days, Li Long continued setting