Li Xiuli felt a grumble in her heart. It seemed that raising pigs wasn't that simple.
"So how many do you think our family should get?"
"What? Get a few?" Lin Qingmu's voice rose a notch, "Mom, just getting one is enough.
We don't even know if that one will survive, let alone that we might end up owing money to the brigade instead of earning any."
Overreaching can lead to a big fall.
One must think thrice before acting!
Li Xiuli shot a murderous glance at Lin Qingmu, her voice spectral,
"Head of the household, beat the third one."
And here her wretched son was already throwing cold water before they'd even started.
Did she even need a son like this?
Lin Lu immediately took off his cloth shoes and 'smack smack' gave Lin Qingmu a few hits, quickly consoling Li Xiuli.
"Wife, I've disciplined the third one.
Don't be angry; it's not worth harming yourself with anger.
If you're still mad, shall I beat him again to vent your anger?"
