"We're not lending him out!" The moment Zhao Youcai spoke, Zhu Dashan's expression changed, and he immediately refused.
He didn't dare take Zhao Jun's family's dog home anymore.
The old man's vehement reaction took Zhao Youcai and Wang Meilan by surprise. 'If you're not here to borrow a dog, then what are you here for?' they thought.
"I can't handle your dog," Zhu Dashan said, paying no mind to what Zhao Youcai and Wang Meilan were thinking. "I know you raise sheep. I came to ask if they're for sale. If so, I'd like to buy one."
Ever since the start of summer, Wang Meilan had been taking her family's three sheep out every afternoon, herding them to a meadow on the west side of the village to graze.
The two lambs were now almost forty jin each. Wang Meilan was planning on raising them until the following year. Then, when Zhao Jun got married, they could slaughter a pig and the sheep for the wedding feast. It would be so impressive for the guests.
