"Alright, tomorrow Xiao Qiang and I will go grind the cornmeal. You can tidy up at home and fill the jars."
"No need, if we go tomorrow it'll be too late. I'm sure the villagers are running low on grain. There will definitely be more people using the grinder tomorrow. Let's wait until evening, the three of us can go, you just help us with the flashlight."
"Alright, we should at least grind a bag of cornmeal."
"Sure, let's push two bags over there, Jing Chu, let's raise pigs next year. I see everyone else feeds the husks to their pigs."
"It's too smelly."
"Why don't we build a pigsty outside the yard in the spring?"
"We might as well raise sheep. Sister Xiaoli is going to have a baby soon; she could drink more sheep's milk. But I wonder if we'll be allowed to raise them," Jing Chu sighed after speaking.
Wang Shulin was also upset about the sheep, more precisely about the sheep's milk.
