Song Huan vocalized some food calls, as she dragged a white-fleeced ewe from its flock to the empty stable. She dropped into a low wood stool made out of unpolished bare logs, and looked at the girl following behind her. "Diu, help me flip her." She untied the noose hanging around the ewe's neck.
"Okay, Mother." Li Diu employed every scrap of her strength and helped flip the ewe so its feet were facing skyward in the air and back was propped up against her mother-in-law's thighs. She then tied the ewe's legs with a rope, handling it manually. Despite this, they were being as gentle as possible, as it would lamb in that spring — four weeks from then.
