Lin Nianhe's worry was by no means unfounded.
Don't mention the impoverished Victory Team; even other teams, under the usual need to tighten their belts and the rarity of tasting meat once a year, who could remain calm at the sight of three big fat pigs?
When people are starving, they can gnaw bark and grass roots, let alone pigs that died from a disease?
Lin Nianhe even worried for those animal doctors who went to support the Victory Team.
"All the pigs are dead, you won't let us sell or eat them?"
"It's just a bit of sickness, isn't it all the same when cooked?"
"I think these pigs were treated to death by you all, you want to take them away for yourselves to eat, right?"
"This is you wanting our lives…"
Outside the pigsty of the Victory Team, the village folks with red eyes surrounded the medical team, clamoring endlessly with varying opinions.
