“Mother,” Huang Laoda explained, scratching his head, “I’ve never heard of anything so mysterious before.”

This cow is so intelligent, it's almost frightening.

It kept making him wonder if some kind of evil spirit had possessed him.

Seeing her son's reaction, Jiang Nuan had to try a different approach, "If it were a dog or a horse, would you still find it strange?"

Upon hearing this, Old Huang paused for a moment.

After a long silence, he shook his head honestly, “Dogs are always smart, and horses understand human affairs. If they are like that, my son will only be amazed, not find it mysterious. But how can cows compare to them?”

In Huang Laoda's mind, oxen and donkeys are the same kind of stupid creatures that can be easily manipulated with a carrot.

“It’s all the same,” Jiang Nuan explained. “With more people, it’s inevitable that there will be a couple of simpletons, and with more cows, it’s not surprising that there will be one or two clever ones.”

There are always one or two mutations, aren't there?

She refused to believe in strange phenomena.

The possession of another's body has already happened to her; if the cow also...

Jiang Nuan couldn't believe such a coincidence could happen.

She has a time-traveling god, so what?

If it were true, how could it be so tragic?

“Mother is right,” Huang Laoda lowered his head, “I’ve misunderstood.”

Even if it has a high level of intelligence, it can't speak human language, so it's definitely not a monster.

Having figured this out, Boss Huang straightened his back a bit more.

Then, he very kindly patted the cow's rump, completely unconcerned about the injury on its face.

Seeing this, Jiang Nuan stopped talking and stared blankly ahead.

Actually, the eldest son is quite thick-skinned. Even if he can't accept it for a while, as long as you coax him, he won't overthink it.

He was a very honest and kind person. When he came out of Juquanlou, he was full of self-blame and had no complaints about his family.

This made her feel uneasy.

I can't think about it anymore. The more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm heartless and not my real mother.

Shaking her head and letting go of the slight guilt in her heart, Jiang Nuan urged Xiao Liu to hurry on his way.

Thus, passersby saw this strange and interesting scene.

Two plump goat legs trembled as they walked forward, followed by a menacing cow that occasionally let out a low moo.

An hour later, the group finally returned to Huangjiakou.

When Huang Laoda stepped into his home again and saw the familiar house, he suddenly felt as if he had been through another world.

It's the same house I've lived in for twenty years, but it feels somewhat unfamiliar after less than a month.

"Mother," Huang Laoda swallowed, "should I... not have come back?"

The family is actually doing better without him.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Nuan slapped her son and immediately said, "Come on, get over here and get to work. First, unload the things from the truck, then go sharpen the knives."

"Okay, coming right away."

Next, Huang Laoda, who had just returned home and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath, was ordered around by Jiang Nuan.

"Boss, chop up the bones."

"Boss, go fetch a bucket of water."

"Boss, wash the vegetables."

All the work was taken over by Boss Huang, leaving everyone else with nothing to do.

In the courtyard, the two men and the ox leisurely basked in the sun, calmly watching Old Huang work tirelessly.

"Did Big Brother offend Mother as soon as he got home?" Huang Xiaosi murmured to himself. "He's been working non-stop, is this some kind of punishment?"

Huang Xiaopang shook his head, "No, Mother is only doing this for my older brother's own good."

"Forget it, would you really make him work non-stop as soon as he gets home if you wanted what's best for him?"

“Otherwise,” Little Fatty frowned, “the family has changed so much, how are you going to let Big Brother adapt if we don’t give him something to do?”

"What's there to be unable to adapt to? No matter how things change, it's still our own home."

“You think everyone is like you?” Little Fatty pouted. “You’re so big-hearted that you can hold the whole world in your heart.”