Everything about the ancestral home had nothing to do with Hua Qiong.
She had no energy to pay attention to the old house; her entire focus was on the pigsty.
A few more pigs were sold from the pigsty.
The remaining pigs were basically all pre-booked by the butcher shops.
A few days ago, when Pandie was feeding the pigs, he noticed that one of the pigs in the pigsty wasn't in good condition.
Hua Qiong's heart pounded fearfully, afraid it was swine fever.
If that were the case, wouldn't the sold pigs harm people?
If a citywide epidemic were to break out, not to mention the ruined reputation of her family's pork, she, as the Sui Feng Village Lady, might become a sinner noted in history books.
Hua Qiong didn't want to "leave her name in history" in such a way.
For the past two days, Hua Qiong and Pandie stayed up watching over the pigs day and night, and she delved into numerous livestock-breeding books in her space.
Luckily, it was a false alarm.
