Huo Er went to a place two or three kilometers away from the camp, just to a separate military livestock farm.
Inside, cattle, sheep, pigs, and poultry like chicken and duck—everything that belongs on a dining table are all there, supplied only to the troops to ensure food safety to the maximum extent.
Zhuo Zi'ang said to Fu Dongliu, "Look at Huo Er, even feeding pigs makes him this happy. You should be content with gatekeeping."
Fu Dongliu: "Stop gloating."
"Hey, if I wanted to gloat, I should have been up there just now, telling Mr. Chen to let you go already instead of gatekeeping."
"Tch, I'll go and get ready."
Fu Dongliu took a couple of steps and then came back.
"Where the hell did this kid with the surname Qin pop out from, becoming Mr. Chen's officer, and acting so high-minded? Even if he did well in school, with a smart brain, there's no need for this arrogance, looking down on everyone."
