C782 Exhaustion

"Cut the crap. If there aren't five hundred sheep today, don't blame me for being ruthless." The White Rat Young Master sneered again and again.

Five hundred?

The herdsmen gasped.

This was only the beginning of spring!

At the end of last year, half of the sheep were turned in and half were sold. Only the young were left.

The old chief's face darkened, and he said, "Young master White Mouse