Chapter 115: Survival Base
The next morning, Meng Lang followed Mr. Meng to a pig farm located on the west side of the village.
Upon entering the iron gate, they saw a small old man with a cigarette in his mouth, dressed in a blue coat and black rubber boots, carrying a bucket of feed, apparently preparing to feed the pigs.
"Uncle Gen!"
"Yo! It's Xiao Lang, what brings you here today?"
The old man revealed a deeply wrinkled smile.
Although Uncle Gen was quite a bit older than Mr. Meng, they were peers and relatives within the five degrees of kinship. It wasn't an exaggeration to say he had watched Meng Lang and his siblings grow up.
"Yeah! I'm back home and came over with my dad for a visit. I heard you guys have been arguing again?" Meng Lang didn't shy away from the topic and directly asked with a smile.
"Hey! It's just that trivial matter. A few of us, seeing that the pork market hasn't been good lately, thought about raising fewer pigs this year and doing some repairs on the farm buildings.