According to Li Qiwen's intelligence, this year's milk quota for the Cow Clan had doubled, but they didn't have that much milk. Failing to meet the quota meant a dreadful fate for them.
In a corner of the pasture, a group of Cow Clan members, young and old, gathered, discussing quietly.
Hearing the cacophony around her, Niu Shaofang retorted in frustration, "If any of you have a way to fulfill the milk quota for the second half of the year, then I'll reject them."
"Actually, I think agreeing isn't so bad. We're producing milk either way, aren't we?" an Elder with a long white beard said, changing his tune.
"Exactly, exactly."
"It's not like they'll send us to the battlefield."
"Ha ha ha, impossible, absolutely impossible."
Inside the tent, Niu Shaofang's cheerful agreement somewhat surprised Li Qiwen, who had expected the Cow Clan to try and negotiate for more benefits.
"Don't you want to think it over?" Li Qiwen asked.
