"You shouldn't be like this. I've done it before, it's too exhausting."
"Others will come if you do that. I don't want outsiders here."
"You're too solitary. Just for this reason, it's too tiring. It's not worth it. Even if someone comes, they'll stay quite far away from you. Don't be foolish."
"We'll see when the time comes. If it really is one hundred acres, I'll plant all corn. This work becomes less exhausting, and after meeting the tasks, I can still raise pigs."
They both drove back home. They distributed the little pigs, and now she had work to do. The ewes were pulling the gristmill, grinding several bags of cornmeal, which was reserved for the pigs to eat.
Now the little pigs are still small. There is still sheep milk in the space, so it's directly boiled for them to eat. It's almost impossible for the piglets not to grow well.
After another twenty days, it was time to plant the corn.
Now the fields were full of farm animals and people working.
