Zhulan looked at Elder Zhou, who nodded, "We were anxious to get home before the rain, so we rushed out of the city gates to catch up with the Zhang family's ox cart. I glanced at Wang Ru, she was still unconscious but her complexion had improved a lot."
Lady Li sighed, "The neighbors really have bad luck, Wang Ru was already injured and then got caught in the rain. I hope she doesn't come down with a high fever."
Zhulan looked at the increasingly heavy rain. It was already autumn, and each autumn rain brings a chill. Wang Ru's luck was indeed poor; in ancient times, catching a cold could be fatal.
Lady Li saw her mother-in-law looking at the meat and chuckled, "Mom, the pig we slaughtered today was really fat, said to weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. Look at this fat, isn't it plentiful? We'll surely render a lot of oil from it."
Zhulan nodded, "It is indeed quite fat."
Their own pig raised this year wasn't bad either, probably also reaching two hundred pounds!
