On the way back, Chen Yang deliberately avoided the villagers returning home through the fields.
If they saw how many wild chickens he had caught, they would certainly gossip and be curious about how he managed it.
Then they would try to catch them too.
How could Chen Yang share such a wealth-creating method with others?
Carefully avoiding all pedestrians on the way, he made it home and immediately untied the wild chickens and locked them up in the pigsty.
The originally spacious pigsty began to feel a bit crowded with over twenty wild chickens, but there was no other option at the moment, so he had to settle them there.
After securing the wild chickens, Chen Yang turned to look at the cowshed and noticed that the mixed grass he had thrown in at noon had already been digested.
