Lu Xinlong felt a bit dissatisfied, given that they had to share profits with the village constable and others. Clearly, it was the Lu Family managing the pig farm and the business, and it was they who were putting in the silver, yet they managed to take a forty percent share without investing, essentially giving it away for nothing.
And that was not all; the village constable and his ilk acted high and mighty. The Lu family members had to grovel before him, bowing and scraping like grandchildren, yet their own family seemed to see nothing wrong with it.
But what he hated the most was that when his father wanted to ask for the hand of the village constable's daughter, she had bitterly mocked him.
Phooey! What was so great about that girl? Sure, she was somewhat pretty, but she reeked of a fox's stench, unbearable and fouler than pigs. To actually say he was a lazy toad aiming for swan meat, truly infuriating!
