“I’ve seen pigs run!” Wang Lan said. “There are some in the livestock farm. I saw them from a distance before. They were white and chubby, quite cute. By the way, they looked like fat people.”
The fat man who was supervising Sun Muchen at home suddenly sneezed.
Sun Muchen asked, "What's wrong?"
The fat man's expression was strange. "It sounds like someone insulted me?"
He scratched his head and said, "It's okay, let's continue."
The two drew a Go board on the book and fought fiercely...
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When Old Zhang heard Wang Lan say that, he said with a proud expression, "Believe it or not, I have really eaten pork. It is so delicious, the meat is firm and chewy. It is said that before the mutation, people had to eat pork for every meal. They would miss it if they didn't eat it for a meal!"
Listen to what Lao Zhang said.
Wang Lan became even more curious about the world before the mutation.
They can afford pork and they can set off bombs.
What kind of world is it exactly?
Seeing Wang Lan's longing expression, Old Zhang became even more enthusiastic, talking endlessly about the sweetness of pork, the tenderness of chicken, and the deliciousness of duck, gradually gesturing wildly with his hands.
"Stop bragging," Wang Lan said. "Save your energy for carrying a pig back later."
As the two got closer to the livestock farm, they gradually heard a mixture of dog barks, pig squeals, and other noises.
They stopped when they were only a little over a hundred meters away from the livestock farm and quickly lay down on the ground.
This was a simple technique that Wang Lan had taught him that morning: when hunting, you need to find suitable cover, and if there is no cover, lie on the ground and use the terrain and weeds to hide yourself.
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