"Three in a den."
Lin Qingluo's eyes were gentle, "Taking one away, there are only two left."
Shitou's eyes sparkled with mischief, "Where is the tiger's den? I want to get one too."
"You? Are you even capable of raising a tiger?"
Wang Meng sneered, pushing him aside, "Do you know how much pork a Huya eats in one meal? Two pork hind legs, plus half a rib rack. Can you afford it?"
"Isn't Yin'er here?"
Shitou grumbled unconvinced.
"Tsk, you even have the nerve to say that."
Wang Meng gave him an annoyed look, "Yin'er catching wild boars counts as you raising them?"
"Humph."
Shitou choked, puffing up his cheeks and remained silent.
"Hehe."
Lin Qingluo listened to the two brothers bickering, feeling very warm and comforting.
She was used to hearing them tease each other. After not hearing it for a while, it was somewhat missed.
**
The farmers were enthusiastic about opening up new land, and it wasn't long before they chose a suitable location for large-scale cultivation.
