Having returned to Hongqigou, there were already several villagers waiting for Lin Anning to treat them.
She hurriedly opened the door and busied herself with work.
Zhang Fenglan went into the mountains to cut a basket of pig grass and threw it into the pigpen to feed the pigs.
Wang Jing had put Yadan to sleep and, hearing the noise, walked over to the pigpen to take a look.
"Auntie, you're feeding the pigs again? You really are hardworking. At this rate, by the end of the year, this pig could weigh two hundred pounds," she said.
"Next year, the boar and the sow can mate and have piglets," she added.
Zhang Fenglan snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Wang Jing tentatively.
"What do you think of the way I raise pigs?" she asked.
Without a second thought, Wang Jing gave a thumbs up.
"Auntie, not to brag, but you really have a knack for raising pigs," she praised.
At these words, Zhang Fenglan puffed out her chest with pride.
