Song Tan asked, and everyone else came to realize—
"Right, how many pigs did you say there were?"
Among them, Song Sancheng was almost off his stool. Now he couldn't help but turn his head to look toward the rear mountain, which was completely out of sight.
Zhao Fangyuan was stunned for a moment: "Six, I didn't count wrong, three black and three white!"
"How is that possible!"
Song Sancheng felt his memory was being insulted: "It was clearly two black and three white!"
Those piglets were quite expensive at the time of purchase, Wu Lan even murmured about it several nights in her sleep. Plus, at the beginning, he carried the pig feed bucket over to feed them every day, and he knew very well which one grew the strongest and which one was a bit more weak, but over the past half-month...
He couldn't sit still any longer, and now he stood up: "I'm going to go check the rear mountain."
