When they heard the words "pig slaughter," everyone's eyes lit up, and Lu Erxiong's eyes were as bright as light bulbs.
Others thought it was great to slaughter pigs, the perfect dish to entertain those returning from far away, but Lu Erxiong just thought about having a big feast of meat.
Although the Lu Family didn't lack meat, Lu Erxiong had an inexplicable craving for it, feeling uneasy if he didn't eat it for just one meal.
Of course, Wang Zhenguo hoped his niece's children would eat well, dress well, and adapt to life in their hometown, remembering the local customs when they became capable in the future. However, he couldn't act solely on his wishes. After calculating the time, he laughed and said, "The day after tomorrow, we'll slaughter pigs. I'll have Yuejin take leave, and join the strong laborers of our brigade to slaughter pigs. We'll keep six and slaughter twelve, so the villagers can have a good New Year!"
