Taking out the small wooden box from his pocket, just as he was about to pour salt into the bowl, he was surprised to find that this entire bowl of salt was already all used up.
"It shouldn't be like this, right? They've had such a heavy taste in the past two days, even if this salt doesn't cost money, they can't eat it like this!"
Picking up the salt bowl, Chen Zhou frowned.
If the mother goat and kid kept consuming at this rate, the salt he had left might just barely last three months.
With doubt in his heart, he still poured the salt from the wooden box into the bowl.
Putting the bowl back in its place, the more Chen Zhou thought about it, the more it seemed off.
Stepping out of the cave, he walked east along the mountainside, looking down to discern the hoofprints in the dirt.
