Chapter 153: Raising Pigs I'm very good at it

Han Songlin was constantly looking for people to chat with, and there were always people around him. When he saw Deng Yingxiu's family come, Han Songlin waved enthusiastically; today was indeed the Han family reunion, but it also included the Han family's sons-in-law.

'I even said I would call you, and you're back early!' Deng Yingshou and Han Songlin shook hands, saying.

Han Songlin nudged Zhang Suyun's direction with his mouth: 'My mother has been shouting to go out for a long time!'

At this time, Zhang Suyun was chatting happily with the old ladies of the Han family.

There was also a brazier placed at the foot of each person.

It is made of woven bamboo strips, with a clay bowl inside, and the charcoal that has been burnt is wrapped in grass ash to keep it warm for almost a whole day.

Nowadays, many elderly women in both the countryside and the city have this magical fire-baking device.

'You guys chat first, I'll go say hello to everyone!'

'Sure! Wait, let's have a drink.'

'Sure.'

While chatting, they heard the sound of firecrackers. At first, they didn't pay much attention.

But when there were a lot of them, someone noticed.

'Hey, is that person paying respects to the graves today?'

According to local custom, it is still possible to visit graves before the first day of the first lunar month.

Anyway, every year, a few days before the Chinese New Year, every household has to visit the graves.

If someone's grave is not burning incense, people can't help but say something like, 'So-and-so is not filial at all, not even visiting the grave once a year.'

During the Qingming Festival, while other graves are covered in fresh green plants, one grave is left alone, with nothing on it.

Although people believe that once you die, you know nothing, it still makes people feel sad for the deceased.

The act of worshipping one's ancestors is not just done to give oneself peace of mind, nor is it done to uphold tradition. In fact, it is more important for the purpose of educating future generations.

Today's lack of filial piety will surely be returned to oneself tomorrow.

So, if you serve your elders dutifully today, your children will surely learn from you in the future.

'I wonder if it's not Han Songping and his family?' someone said after looking around and seeing that no one else had arrived yet.

The sound of firecrackers came from the Han ancestral grave.

In the countryside, the graves of people with the same surname are basically built together.

They are not built in cultivated land, which is very important to farmers.

Graves are generally built in wasteland.

After a few years, the graves will grow grass and trees; after a few decades, a hundred years later, the graves will disappear.

'So? Oh, Han Songping came back two days ago to pay respects to the grave!'

'Then I don't know which one it is!'

Han Songlin did not participate in their discussion, just listened quietly.

He was used to these kinds of discussions.

Every Chinese New Year, when everyone gathers to chat, they listen for the sound of firecrackers to see who is paying their respects to the graves.

The person who comes back to pay respects doesn't just do it quietly and leave.

They have to come and say hello to everyone.

Now that I think about it, is this to let everyone know that I have come to pay respects to the graves this year?

Three or five people walked down the path. Some of them had good eyesight and let out a soft 'eh'.

'Isn't it Han Shunyou?'

Han Shunyou's name made many people look uncomfortable.

Han Songlin was slightly taken aback. He had never heard of that name before!

Was he on the team?

He should be.

Everyone else had come to pay their respects to the grave.

Han Songlin wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to bring it up.

'Damn, that son of a bitch has the nerve to come back and pay his respects to the ancestral grave!'

Han Songlin whispered to Han Shunzhang, 'Uncle Zhang, who is Han Shunyou?'

Han Shunzhang tapped his pipe on the mulberry tree, slowly lit the tobacco, and took a drag: 'Well, Han Shunyou was the village militia captain for ten years, and he was a real pain in the ass, always picking on us. After ten years, he couldn't stand it in the village anymore and ran away. I never thought he'd come back this year.'

Han Songlin had never heard of this.

It seemed that his previous understanding of many things was a bit one-sided.

For example, Han Songlin always thought that the Han family had always been very harmonious. At least, that's how he remembers it.

But that wasn't the case.

In every family, there are always some black sheep.

Perhaps Han Shunyou also knew that the villagers didn't like them, and he didn't come looking for trouble.

Normally, if they saw so many people here, they would come over to say hello and have some fun.

But none of that happened.

He simply paid his respects at the grave and left.

Apart from the lingering smell of gunpowder in the air, it was as if nothing had happened.

As noon approached, more and more people arrived.

Han Songlin's sister, Han Xiuya, and her family also came over.

Once she arrived, she busied herself helping out.

'Brother-in-law, it's been a long time!'

Wang Dashan didn't know quite how to behave with Han Songlin. His brother-in-law had suddenly become rich, and it made him feel both happy and a little unsure of how to react.

'Uncle!' Wang Le didn't have any other thoughts. He just knew that his uncle was rich now, and that was a good thing, wasn't it?

Han Songlin took two red envelopes out of his pocket and gave them to Wang Le. Wang Le was skinny and looked more like his mother.

'Wang Le, you're a bit skinny,'

Wang Lele laughed and said, 'Uncle, it's not that I don't want to put on weight, but no matter what I eat, I don't gain any weight! Don't look at me, but I have muscles!'

As he said this, he struck a fit pose.

Wang Dashan slapped Wang Le and laughed and said, 'You're brandishing a big sword in front of Guan Gong! Go away.'

Han Songlin couldn't help smiling at the corner of his mouth. In life, you will always meet one or two funny people.

They always do unexpected things at unexpected times.

In the past, when walking down the street, I would stand a little apart in silence to show that I didn't know these people.

Now that I think about it, if they weren't in my life, it would be a bit boring.

'Brother-in-law, I heard you have raised more than ten pigs?'

Raising pigs in the countryside is not a strange thing. Nowadays, it can even be said that every household raises pigs.

On the contrary, large enterprises raising pigs is not the case nowadays.

There are also large pig farms, and raising a few hundred pigs is considered quite a lot.

A few thousand pigs is rare.

Farms with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of pigs are few and far between. Han Songlin cannot say that there are none in China, but he can only describe them as rare.

In the future, there will be very few rural families raising pigs on their own.

Factory farming will begin to rise.

The future of the human breeding industry is a very inevitable trend towards factory farming.

Because human demand for meat is so high, without factory farming, there simply won't be enough to go around.

Wang Dashan gave a sheepish smile, his eyes gleaming with pride. 'Yes, I've got sixteen pigs. After the New Year, I'm going to build a few more pigsties and raise fifty pigs.'

Why did Han Songlin suddenly bring up pig farming with Wang Dashan?

There was concern, to be sure.

But more so because the Han family food company is about to invest in building a pig farm.

Han Songlin is quite interested in pig farming because he can remember that the price of pork has risen twice.