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The milk tea, freshly poured from the thermos, smelled wonderfully warm. He stirred it slightly; it contained various meats and roasted nuts. "It smells so good! Milk?"

Today's milk is subtly different from usual; Shi Wen looked at the milk in the glass and was a little uncertain.

Fu Meng: "Yes. Didn't you give us some hay a couple of days ago? After the cows ate it, their milk was especially fragrant and delicious. Qingqing said she insisted you try it."

Shi Wen laughed and said, "My grass is good. If you want some seeds next year when the grass produces seeds, I'll send some over."

Fu Meng: "Yes, the more the better. Everything in your house is of high quality."

The two chatted while drinking milk tea.

Shi Wen had already eaten noodles at home, but still drank two large bowls of milk tea because of the strong aroma. He was sweating slightly on his back, and the chill he felt while riding his bike over was gone.

After finishing their milk tea, Shi Wen and Fu Meng went out to herd livestock.

He wanted to check on the situation on the nearby hills and also observe the condition of Fu Meng's sheep up close.

To be fair, Fu Meng's sheep are not badly raised. Of course, they can't compare to Shi Wen's sheep, but they are much better than the sheep on the market.

Shi Wen sheep, Shi Wen, with his improved eyesight, accurately picked out the "old, weak, and sick" ones. "These thirteen sheep can't be used for breeding; they're not up to par."

Fu Meng: "Nineteen aren't enough? I think some of them are quite good, especially the one with the longer hair on its head, it's not bad."

Shi Wen followed his gaze and glanced at it. "It has a serious parasite problem and is too thin. Let's treat it and see how it is next year."

Fu Meng: "You can even spot parasites?"

Shi Wen, "I can tell. What's there to not tell? I can even hear the sounds coming from inside its belly."

Fu Meng laughed beside him, probably thinking Shi Wen was joking.

Shi Wen didn't explain much, "The other sheep also need some treatment. First, deworm them, then supplement them with vitamins and minerals. I'll have Sikewell send over some medicine tomorrow, okay?"

Fu Meng: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

There's only so much information about the sheep. Shi Wen originally thought it would take a day to understand this batch of sheep, but now it seems it can be understood in just a few hours.

The problem is that their pasture resources have degraded somewhat.

He followed along the way, but there were only a few types of pasture grass, so the diversity was quite poor.

He just didn't know how to improve the situation; he needed to discuss it with Yan Kexing that evening.

Yan Kexing might have a solution; this matter might even involve cooperation from the government.

It shouldn't be too difficult for them to speak up now, but let Yan Kexing speak first. He has more connections and more manpower.

The sun gradually rose from the east to their zenith, illuminating everything brightly and warmly, and it gradually became hot again.

Shi Wen him dozing off while we were chatting.

Fu Meng watched his head bobbing up and down and said, "If you're sleepy, take a nap. It's still early; we'll be here for several hours."

Shi Wen had gotten up too early today, and the sun felt so good that he couldn't resist the sleepiness. So he took his advice, found a hillside, put his clothes under himself, bent his arms to cover his eyes, and fell asleep like that.

This was the first time he had ever dozed off like this, lying on the ground under the open sky. At first, he wasn't used to it and changed positions several times.

After a while, a wave of sleepiness washed over him, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but when he woke up, he felt as if he had slept for a century, his body feeling warm and soft.

When he got up, the flock of sheep was less than 500 meters away from him, Fu Meng was less than 300 meters away from him.

A gentle mountain breeze was blowing; it was midday, and not cold at all.

The distant snow-capped mountains reflected a dazzling light under the sun, while the nearby grasslands were covered in a soft, fresh green.

Blue skies and white clouds, snow-capped mountains and grasslands, flocks of sheep like cotton rolls dotting the mountains—the scenery is as beautiful as a painting.

Shi Wen let out a big yawn, feeling an immense sense of peace.

Fu Meng noticed that he sat up and called out to him, "Awake?"

"Yes." Shi Wen stood up, bent down to pick up his clothes, casually patted them off, and draped them over his arm as he walked towards Fu Meng. "I slept for more than three hours. I didn't oversleep, did I?"

Fu Meng: "Sleeping for another three hours isn't too late. We're not going back until it's almost dark."

Shi Wen walked up to Fu Meng, he found the dogs sleeping sprawled out under the shade of a tree, their paws curled up.

Fu Meng leaned against the motorcycle, looking sleepy as well.

Shi Wen, "Brother Fu, take a nap, I'll herd the sheep."

"I just dozed off for a bit, if I sleep any longer I won't be able to sleep tonight." Fu Meng yawned. "This weather is so nice."

Shi Wen nodded in deep agreement.

The two chatted slowly until the sun gradually set and the sheep had eaten until their bellies were bulging. Only then did they drive the sheep and ride their motorcycle home.

As they approached the village, they could see smoke rising from the rooftops of every house.

Many children ran around on the village road, and occasionally a woman carrying firewood walked from outside into the house, the setting sun casting long silhouettes of them.

The sounds of laughter and the aroma of dinner carried far and wide.

Shi Wen said to Fu Meng, "The village is really nice."

Fu Meng smiled and said, "You think it's good just because you come once in a while, but there are some downsides too. Overall, it's not bad, and everyone's life is quite harmonious."

Shi Wen, "Even if I came every day, I would still feel good."

Fu Meng brought Shi Wen home.

His house was at the edge of the village, just a short walk away, but the fat-tailed sheep waddled along slowly, taking a little longer to reach him.

The village streetlights slowly came on.

They used the streetlights to herd the sheep home and then into the sheepfold.

When they returned, Shi Wen saw Fu Meng's father and heard the sound of cows mooing, knowing that the cows had returned first.

Meanwhile, Fu Meng's mother and Chang Qingqing had also prepared a meal, and as soon as they returned, they smelled a strong aroma of meat.