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The story of me and Xiao Bai
More than twenty years ago, I graduated from middle school, jumped the queue in the countryside and lived in the storage room of a pig farm.
To the south of the pig farm is a river two meters wide. The river is crystal clear, winding from the east to the west of the village. There is a mill at the lower reaches of the river. As soon as the gate is closed, you can use the kinetic energy of water to thresh rice and grind noodles. Entering the pig farm is first a corridor with two rows of pigsty on both sides. Across the corridor is a courtyard dam, and to the east of the courtyard dam is my residence.
In the fourth year of going to the countryside, a flower sow in a pig farm gave birth to seven piglets, one of which was all white and hairless. The newborn little white pig couldn't open his eyes and pouted under the sow to find milk. It looks so cute. I immediately fell in love with this little guy and gave her a name: Xiaobai. Every day after work, I always go to the pigsty to see her. When I see the big pig competing with her for milk, I will drive the big pig away with a bamboo pole or stick, and let Xiaobai eat breast milk first.
After Xiaobai was weaned, sows often took their seven brothers and sisters for a walk in the courtyard dam, and then I had more opportunities to get close to Xiaobai. I often cook some concentrated feed for Xiaobai in a small pot. Sometimes I put the leftovers in a small pot and feed them to Xiaobai alone.
Xiaobai and I are working ...