The evening is gradually falling.
The hustle and bustle of the streets are fading as pedestrians rush home.
Smoke curls up from the chimneys of each household.
Wei Shouzhong and Zhao Yong are each leading a spirited calf back home.
Zhao Yong seems to be in deep thought.
Wei Shouzhong remains silent.
Hui Niang comes out from the busy kitchen, surprised: "How did we also end up buying one?"
Wei Shouzhong responds: "The cowshed at home is ready, we can't leave it empty, and it will be more convenient for travel in the future."
Ever since the old cow died, Wei Shouzhong had this thought.
A countryman, digging the earth all his life.
In earlier years, he worked hard, but Mrs. Wei meddled and made trouble. As a result, Wei Shouzhong put in the most effort but got the least grain, and the main house took full advantage of it.
Working the fields is exhausting.
Every time the Village Chief's family plowed with oxen, it was easy for them.
