The thatched cottage was enveloped in quiet tranquility.
Su Bei lay in the rocking chair, heaving a long, melancholic sigh, gently swaying back and forth, his eyes lazily watching the distant green mountains blanketed by snow, the ethereal white clouds drifting across the blue sky.
Everything was so beautiful.
Life was so mundane.
Su Bei had already figured out the financial matter.
He could simply sell all the Immortal Pigs in the pigpen to the various great ancient countries. Surely a few tens of thousands of taels per pig wouldn't be excessive, right? After all, these pigs have lived longer than a normal person's grandfather. But these types of pigs only have value while they're alive; once turned to cooked meat, they probably wouldn't fetch much of a price. After all, isn't everyone buying Immortal Pigs for the novelty? Who hasn't eaten or seen cooked pork before?
Su Bei then took out the Dice of Destiny, a reward from the system, from his pocket.
