"Just the house by the river, the one belonging to the Shuanzi family, where I often go to collect pigs. His daughter-in-law, she passed away yesterday, didn't she? Well, starting from last night, his son acted as if he were possessed, crying out for his mother at the top of his lungs, facing the beams. When I went there early this morning, his son was more frightened of me than ghosts, crying and shouting, saying..."
"Cough..." Lin Suqing feigned a cough, and the butcher Zhang suddenly caught on, hurriedly changing his tune, "Well, it's just on the way to check in, the child is probably missing his mother. It just so happens that Boss Qin is free, and I was hoping to ask Boss Qin to see if there's any way to calm the child down. Otherwise, with the loud voice of that fat Shuanzi, crying and shouting all day, how will Shuanzi get any work done? I'm counting on him to raise more piglets."