Mu Dazhong carried six hundred coins and spent the whole way thinking of how to save money.
Finally, he arrived at Wang Erma's house.
As the only big pig slaughterer in the nearby villages, Wang Erma's family still had dozens of pigs.
There were three sows that were just for birthing.
The latest litter of piglets was born more than a month ago, and now they weighed nearly twenty pounds.
Wang Erma had been hoping every day for someone to buy his pigs, so he could make another profit.
"Erma, where are you?"
Wang Erma's house always smelled terrible; even at the door, Mu Dazhong caught whiff of the stench and couldn't help covering his nose.
Wang Erma had just finished clearing out the pig manure from the pig pen, and upon hearing someone call for him, he came out.
But he didn't expect to see someone he didn't really want to see.
Mu Dazhong was Mu Shuangshuang's second uncle, so he wasn't welcomed.
