The Taste of Marrow Was Addictive
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"These sheep should be no problem," Wang Yao said.
Of course, this judgment was only a rough idea. He could not feel the sheep's pulse and look at its complexion.
"The safest way is to kill them all," he truthfully said.
"Kill them all!?" Wang Fengmin frowned.
In the village, people relied on the sky and the ground. Every year, in addition to the grain on a few acres of land, it was necessary to raise some livestock to make money. In recent years, the price of lamb had grown fast. Almost every family in the village had several sheep with the hope of making some money. He just killed an ewe. Now, if he killed the rest of sheep, he would lose thousands of dollars. It was almost the end of the year. He was really reluctant to kill them. What if Wang Yao's idea was wrong?
"Xiao Yao, there is no other way?" Wang Fengmin asked.
"I can't think of a better way," Wang Yao said.