[Honestly, my heart aches too]
[Sweet potatoes! The broadcaster's sweet potatoes! I blindly guess they're about 20 per pound, right? Damn wild boars!]
[Teacher Qiaoqiao, are you selling sweet potatoes? I'm not picky, the ones left by the pigs will do]
[Holy shit, you guys are too cruel...]
[Hey hey hey, isn't anyone going to remind the broadcaster to stay away from the wild boar?!!]
[Danger, danger, danger!]
[What's the use? A true broadcaster never reads the barrage]
[Exactly, the broadcaster still has the phone in hand, he hasn't forgotten about me]
[Look at the pig's butt in front, so big and round...]
Qiaoqiao indeed wasn't vigilant enough.
When the small wild boar was brought back by the chief, it actually wasn't that small anymore, roughly over four months old. Therefore, its black fur wasn't pure, and you could faintly see that the yellow stripes hadn't faded away.
