Taking advantage of the sun not being too hot yet, Song Sancheng covered all the fungal sticks on the mountain with thick straw and was finally satisfied after setting up the fence, then he headed down the mountain.
When he got home, he first went to check on the piglets in the back mountain.
From a distance, he could hear their grunting sounds. Now, taking a closer look, it seemed they had just been fed. The three white and two black piglets were huddling together with their snouts buried in the trough, eating without lifting their heads.
One of the black piglets was particularly engrossed in eating, lying across in front of the trough and taking up most of the space.
Another little white piglet, slightly smaller in size, just couldn't squeeze in and was getting anxious, grunting and squealing on the side.
Song Sancheng quickly picked up a stick and, with a combination of knocking and scaring, managed to adjust their positions.