In the snowy field, the sheep are searching for grass to eat.
They push aside the snow and eat the resilient pasture covered by snow.
If you look closely, you'll find the flock sticking closely together.
They know it's warmer this way.
It's like they've formed a big quilt, keeping the temperature inside relatively high.
It's not that the sheep are particularly smart. On the contrary, these are just instinctive actions driven entirely by their instincts.
After the sheep had grazed on this patch of grass for a while, Yang Maolin and Hadan waved their whips, driving the flock to the next pasture.
Jiang Feng walked beside Yang Maolin, leading a camel and chatting with him.
"Old Yang, tell us some stories about herding in the winter like before. Everyone really enjoys hearing your stories."
Jiang Feng said to Yang Maolin.
Yang Maolin was an experienced herder. He had been herding since he was young and had once experienced a snow disaster.
