There were many others like Bai Junjun, including Wenren Pingting, who joined in to watch the excitement.
Bai Junjun did not expect Wenren Pingting to come along, thinking she would have no interest in these mundane things.
Wenren Pingting smiled knowingly, "Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog. Since I've married a rustic villager, naturally I must learn more rural survival skills."
Bai Junjun was speechless; such a studious woman is indeed rare in the world.
No wonder she had harbored a grudge against the original owner; strictly speaking, she truly deserved to be called the world's number one talent girl.
Old Uncle Qiu didn't expect so many people to be interested in such lowly tasks either.
After all, those who deal with flesh and blood always carry a stench on them, especially the smell from hunters' homes in the summer is somewhat similar to the scent of a mortuary used to store unclaimed bodies.
