Old Wu had been a livestock trader for many years, but it was the first time he had heard of someone using sheep to pull a furrow.
"Little girl, you're oversimplifying things. Sheep don't have that much strength. You've seen a furrow before, right? And if the fields are too shallow, it won't work. The crops won't take root, and the seedlings won't grow well."
Su Yuanyuan had also seen livestock being used to pull furrows in her past life, and it was indeed quite laborious. But she couldn't afford to buy large livestock. Even if she forced herself to buy one, she wouldn't be able to use it effectively.
"Uncle, could we maybe give it a try? What if I order a smaller furrow?"
"Girl, I've already said that too shallow won't do."
Su Yuanyuan understood that he meant well. But she was not discouraged—the sheep that had drunk several cups of her Spiritual Spring Water was going to go through thick and thin with her.
