Winter nights were long, but this one felt endless. Shen Weimin slept for a bit, then got up again to peer out at the wind-howling, snowy night. Seeing there was nothing to do, he could only lie back down.
An hour had passed.
Twelve hours to go.
The rooster had just crowed once when he woke up and got off the bed. He hadn't planned on raising pigs after building his new house, and this rooster wasn't one he'd raised from a chick either.
But since the hens weren't laying eggs in the cold weather, he had recently acquired a few new chickens to keep in the yard. Of course, the main reason for keeping them was to have a convenient excuse.
Even with eggs being collected every few days from the coop at Changqing Garden, it couldn't stop the hens from going broody. Despite constantly using up chickens, the flock just kept expanding.
