The Ugly Woman's Country Life: The Mountain Man Loves His Wife to the Extreme <<< Chapter 2710: Piggy Mom <<<

Without waiting for Cao Baimei's reply, Yang Yongjin spoke first: "Baimei was searching around the room back and forth. I asked her what she was looking for,"

"At first, she stammered and wouldn't say anything. I got impatient and pressed her for information, and only then did I learn that my second daughter was missing! It nearly drove me mad. Of course I had to come out looking for her!" Yang Yongjin said.

Seeing the two of them both with a look of fear, Yang Ruqing also felt a lot of emotion.

There's no such thing as a small matter when it comes to children.

Any oversight can be disastrous.

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Originally, if there had been more than just Xiaohua by Chen'er's side, Qian shi would not have had the opportunity to take action.

Thinking back to the past, thinking of Chen'er, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but wish she could spend all her family fortune just to find a regret pill.

Sometimes she even wondered, if she died again, would her soul be reborn?

On the day Chen'er had an accident, she would have stayed put by the cradle, not going anywhere else.

Then, Qian came and slapped her away!

It's a pity that there's no medicine for regret in this world. Soul transmigration is also a minuscule probability, so small it's practically nonexistent. She wasn't afraid of death, but she didn't dare to gamble.

Because she was no longer alone. She had parents, a brother, the man she loved most, and a daughter.

...Held back too much, by too many things...

"Qing'er, where did you find my second daughter just now?" Cao Baimei saw the gloom on Yang Ruocheng's face and guessed that it must have triggered her sad memories.

Then, Cao Baimei quickly brought the topic back, and asked.

“As soon as I came to the backyard, I saw her feeding mooncakes to pigs right here.” Yang Ruoheng also came back to her senses and raised her hand to touch her niece's head, saying.

“Feed mooncakes?” Cao Bamei’s eyes widened in surprise, she was somewhat unbelievable.

Yang Yongjin was grinning, and Lao Sun and Da Sunshi next to him also looked at him with doting and helplessness.

Cao Baimei gently patted her little daughter's hand, "You silly girl, where is the logic in feeding pigs mooncakes?"

“When feeding pigs, you should use pig fodder or leftover vegetables and fruits. Where would you get mooncakes, such a high-end dessert, for them?”

The little girl was still in Cao Bamei's arms, pouting with her greasy little hand gesturing.

Yang Ruqing said, "Her little hands are a bit dirty, Eighth Sister, you quickly take her to wash them."

Cao Baimei nodded, holding her little daughter and walked away first. Yang Yongjin quickly followed behind the mother and daughter.

Yang Ruoqing was about to leave when she suddenly heard Lao Sun sigh.

Turning his head, Old Sun had already entered the pigpen and was squatting in the corner, eyeing the pig lying on the hay. He shook his head and sighed.

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"Oh, this poor sow is so thin. She probably won't live much longer, it's a shame!" he said.

Great-granddaughter Sun, separated by the wooden fence, also looked over there. The smile on her face had vanished, replaced by a look of sorrow and despair.

"Well, this sow has given birth to several litters of piglets, earning us a lot of money."

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“This pig woman was usually very healthy and hardly ever got sick. I don't know what's wrong with her this time, ah!” said Old Mrs. Tai.

"He's not eating much, maybe he's really in trouble."

Upon hearing these words from everyone, Yang Ruqing was somewhat surprised.

"What's wrong? What happened to that sow?" she asked.

Sow, refers to an old female pig, not the kind that is raised and then sold to a butcher, but the kind specifically kept for breeding piglets.

These sows are generally a few years old.

"Are you getting too old?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mrs. Dàsun said, "It's been over three years."

She pushed open the wooden fence and went into the pigpen. Her uncle also followed her in.

Out of curiosity, Yang Ruqing also followed him in.

The Dàsun family was very diligent. They cleaned the pigsty every day, and no other family in the village had a cleaner pigsty than theirs.

Because they run a pig farm, the environment is crucial to prevent the pigs from getting sick frequently in a dirty and messy place. That would lead to huge losses.

But even so, the pigpen is still a pigpen. Stepping inside, the familiar stench of pig manure and urine hits you full force, which is unavoidable.

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In the corner, a pile of hay held Pig Mother. Her long snout lay there, her large ears drooped like the yellowed leaves of an old sycamore tree.

Lao Sun crouched in front of the sow, raising his hand to stroke its head.

The sow let out a few weak, feeble grunts.

"Poor thing, it's going to lose all its fur on its back." Grandma Dasun sighed.

Old Sun said, “It seems like there’s really nothing we can do. I’ve given him all the medicine, but it hasn’t worked.”

The old man got up and said to his eldest granddaughter, "Let's take another look tonight. If he still refuses to eat, tomorrow we'll go to Zhengjia Village and find Mr. Zheng the butcher. Let him take him away. We'll accept whatever price he offers."

Sun nodded, "Well, let's wait and see tonight. I raised it for three years, it would be a shame to give it up!"

“Father, what if when it truly dies, we bury it?” Dasi pleaded.

Old Sun's face turned grim as he exclaimed, "What are you saying? You talk like the little girl of Baimei!"

“You’re being too sentimental. It's still a pig, worth some money at least to recoup the initial investment. That’s all there is to it, don’t talk nonsense anymore!”

Old Sun finished speaking, then turned and walked out of the pigpen with his hands behind his back.

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When the elder uncle passed by his great-grandson, he lowered his voice and said: "I know you've been feeding this sow for over three years and have feelings for her, but what father said is also reasonable. After all, a pig is a pig."

“Pork, fish, and chicken are all destined to be eaten. Don't say any more about it, just listen to your father.”

After giving his instructions, Big Uncle also hurried after Old Sun out of the pigpen.

In the pigsty, Da Sun stomped her foot. This look, this gesture, in Yang Ruoqing's eyes, her aunt seemed like a cute little child.

“Auntie, I understand your feelings, but what Uncle and the others said is also reasonable,” Yang Ruqing said.

"Farmers raise pigs, chickens, and ducks in the hope that they will bring in income. These animals are different from cats and dogs; they are raised for profit."

"Just like my mother and the others, it's like this: feelings are feelings, but when it comes to dealing with things, you have to deal with them." Yang Ruoqing said.

Da Sun nodded, "Understood."

As the two turned to leave, Yang Ruqing glanced back at the pig-woman lying there, her aura of death far surpassing her life force. A hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"Wait a minute, Aunt," she suddenly said.

"What's the matter, Qinger?" asked Dà Sūn.

Yang Ruqing pointed to the bare patch on the sow's back and asked, "Has that bald spot on the pig's back always been there, or did it happen recently?"

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Da Sun thought for a moment and said, "It wasn't like this before. Maybe about half a year ago, its appetite started to gradually decline,"

“Then his hair was falling out a lot. I thought, it's deep autumn now after all, the leaves have fallen, and when I comb my own hair, a big handful comes out too. I figured it’s not strange for him to lose his hair either!”

"No no no..."

Yang Ruqing directly shook her head, interrupting Dà Sūn's words.

“Something about the way this sow’s hair is growing on her back seems off,” she said.

"What's going on?" asked Da Sun shi.

Yang Ruqing didn't answer, but instead knelt down in front of the sow and reached out to grope its belly...

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