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Engaging in animal husbandry is not the same as farming; it involves buying piglets, building pens, and a host of other matters. Although Liu Hun had long considered this idea, at the moment, firstly, he wasn't the village chief, which gave him some influence but it was still without official standing. Secondly, it required quite a bit of investment, and he needed to accumulate some funds to proceed.
Ying Nanhong looked at Liu Hun with sparkling eyes, like he was a plate of juicy, succulent braised pork. Nobody knew why, but her almond-shaped eyes became even more lustrous, almost drooling. She liked men with brains and ambition, even more so if they were better than she was in every way—men who could genuinely conquer her.
Listening to Liu Hun, Ying Nanhong felt as if she could already see lively piglets lining up to enter her kitchen. Her big bottom kept wriggling uncomfortably in anticipation.
