After all, if something's wrong with the livestock, it usually first shows up in their diet.
Once he finished eating, he began to shovel feces.
After tidying up once, he had to clean the entire pen... if the weather was good, the cattle and sheep would be out, and after cleaning, he would disinfect it, then head to the Riverside Beach to continue shoveling poop.
If they moved the pigs over as well, they'd definitely have to hire someone.
Thinking while he carried a bucket of disinfectant, he slowly made his way to the pigsty next door.
It was as simple as the cattle and sheep pen, just a place to eat and sleep, but it was just as spacious, bright, and clean.
He poured the disinfectant on the ground and then lit it up, making sure there was nothing flammable in the empty, closed-off house, then slowly shut the door and walked away.
