The general plan was in place. All that remained was putting it into practice—how could they acquire a group of lively, bouncing piglets with strong immunity?
Only three words remained in Shen Tang's mind: exercise more.
Uncastrated piglets weren't exactly friendly. For food, territory, and even the question of who was boss, they battered and bit one another—you headbutt me, I kick you. Though they were merely a group of piglets, their fighting power was no joke. They had even mastered group brawling without a teacher.
They still had no idea what it meant to stop before things went too far.
Where there was fighting, there would be injuries. Where there were injuries, wounds would become infected. Once the wounds became infected, how far off could illness—even death—be?
To guarantee their exercise and prevent them from ganging up on one another, Shen Tang came up with a solution—imitating the cat and dog owners who scooped poop, she would walk the pigs!
Every day, she would take the piglets running two laps around the mountain roads. This would burn off their excess energy, train their bodies, and let them become familiar with the surrounding environment, giving them ample time to prepare themselves mentally for castration.
Chu Yao's reaction upon hearing this "brilliant" plan was: "..."
He had his doubts.
With a smile in her eyes, Shen Tang said seriously, "Wuhui, feel free to ask."
Chu Yao asked, "What if the pigs run away?"
These were pigs, not the house cat Gongshu Wu had raised. They wouldn't spend a day fooling around outside before running home. If a group of piglets scattered and ran wild all over the mountains, who knew how many they would be able to find in the end? If they were unlucky, they might even become a meal