Zhang Yuru found the words a bit grating. She said lightly, "Farming is farming no matter where you do it. The ground is just a little flatter, that's all."
A little displeased, Tong Xinglan let go and walked beside Wu Shuqin instead.
Zhang Yuru didn't mind. She tightened the strap of her bag and walked at an unhurried pace.
By the time they arrived at Lin Lan's house, it was almost eleven o'clock. Wu Shuqin, Wu Jiafu, and the others who had never been there before curiously sized up Lin Lan's home.
Wangcai, who was tied up by the chicken coop, saw Lin Changyou and the others arrive and wagged his tail so hard it looked like it might break off.
Tong Xinglan looked at Wangcai in surprise. "Mom, look! Our cousin's dog is as big as a calf."
Zhao Xiaohui said smugly, "Guodong said Xiangyang got Wangcai from a pig farm for Little Lan. He was worried she and Little Douzi wouldn't be safe at home alone."
