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President Xiong wanted to ask more, but Shen Zhou had already gone to tend to the animals.
Clearly not wanting to answer.
Watching his agile and broad back, President Xiong shook his head with a sigh, "This kid is really getting harder to read, like he's become a different person, but he still has that human touch, and that's good."
He phoned the villagers, asking them to help Shen Zhou carry the poultry and beasts to the base of Lionshead Mountain.
The villagers stared at the steep peak, somewhat dumbfounded, and they all asked Shen Zhou how they were supposed to get them up there.
Shen Zhou simply smiled and said nothing.
He pulled out a stack of banknotes, gave three hundred to each person, and told them to go back and cut some pork and drink a little wine.
It was time for dinner anyway.
Time flew quickly, and it was already five in the afternoon, with the sun obviously slanting west.
