Jiang Feng stewed a big pot of pork, happily feeding the dogs.
Six pounds of pork, he definitely couldn't eat it all by himself.
Just then, Luo Jinzhu arrived at Jiang Feng's yard gate and knocked on the door.
Jiang Feng let him in, and saw that accompanying Luo Jinzhu was a young man who didn't usually talk much, named Zhu Huo, mainly responsible for pig raising and cleaning out the sheep pens.
Zhu Huo isn't fond of expressing himself, but he is practical and hardworking, learning the Horsehead Fiddle from Luo Jinzhu during his free time.
People like him, who spend their lives on the prairie, don't pursue big dreams; they just hope for a smooth life.
The treatment at Jiangfeng Ranch is excellent, no one is shortchanged and the welfare is good, so Zhu Huo works diligently.
Luo Jinzhu said to Jiang Feng with a smile:
"Manager, we really can't get used to that wild boar meat, it's too gamy and hard to chew."
"Zhu Huo doesn't eat it either."
