I have a plot of land behind a three-story house in my hometown.
It's small, but it can meet the needs of a few mouthfuls of food.
At the end of the vegetable patch, there are two pet chickens that my son bought in March, which I have raised since the big fist. Little by little, raise four or two taels with meals, and both chickens will fly out of the half-meter-high cage. The staircase in the city is really unsupportable. My son cried and promised me to send him back to his hometown and let his grandfather raise him.
In this way, the chick returned to his hometown.
After nine months of raising, I finally raised a big rooster.
The white and tender green onions are also pollution-free vegetables grown by the father-in-law himself.
If I were old, this small village on the edge of the Third Ring Road would not have been demolished. Then you can live an idyllic life [laughs and cries].
