HLM – Chapter 82 The Lamb Was Born

As the shouting continued, Cowboy came running up, happily scooping up the half-dead rabbit and heading toward the kitchen.

Wang Bo called after him, “What are you doing?”

Cowboy replied matter-of-factly, “Gonna kill it and roast it, of course. What’s the problem?”

“…Nothing,” Wang Bo said, unsure how to explain. Some things were best left unknown to everyone except the dog—and the rabbit.

The rabbit really was fat. After Cowboy skinned and cleaned it, there was still a hefty chunk of meat left.

He rubbed it thoroughly with cooking wine, oil, salt, and soy sauce, then stuffed it with scallions, ginger, garlic, and other seasonings before placing it on the grill to roast.

When it was done, Bowen served portions to Wang Bo and Charlie—but neither of them took any. They just shook their heads vigorously.

Bowen muttered, “What the hell’s wrong with you two? Why aren’t you eating?” He tore off a chunk of meat and chewed contentedly. “Mmm, not bad. You sure you don’t want some?”

Wang Bo and Charlie kept shaking their heads like bobbleheads…

That Night, in the Castle Bedroom

Wang Bo wasn’t in the mood to play on his phone. He just stared at Zhuang Ding.

The parrot commander was perched on the windowsill, preening his feathers while occasionally shooting gloating glances at Zhuang Ding, who was pitifully sitting at the foot of the bed.

Zhuang Ding looked miserable. His tongue kept licking at his muzzle, his big, strong limbs trembled slightly. He wanted to crawl up and lick Wang Bo’s hand, but hesitated. His butt lifted off the ground a little, then he sat back down, unsure.

Wang Bo knew that training a dog required clear guidance. You couldn’t just scold it without reason—otherwise, it would lose its spirit.

So, he headed to Bowen’s room to borrow his panda body pillow.

Bowen clutched it in his arms protectively, glaring at him. “Sh*t, Wang, what do you want? This is my wife! I will not let another man touch her!”

“I need it for something,” Wang Bo said, forcibly grabbing it and leaving.

He returned and tossed the pillow in front of Zhuang Ding.

Zhuang Ding sniffed it, nudged it with his nose, then tilted his head to look at Wang Bo. His big black eyes were full of confusion.

Bowen followed shortly after, yelling, “You just threw my wife on the ground?! You’re insulting Cowboy!”

Wang Bo’s original plan was to let Zhuang Ding mount the pillow so he could punish him and train him out of the behavior—but Zhuang Ding showed zero interest. Left with no choice, Wang Bo picked up the pillow and handed it back to Cowboy. “I was sleepwalking, don’t mess with me.”

“F**k, I don’t mess with lunatics,” Cowboy grumbled, hugging the pillow tightly as he left.

“Single dogs are wild,” Wang Bo muttered, mocking him.

Cowboy turned around and shot back, “And what about you? For the record, buddy, I’m a single dog because I like being single. You’re a single dog because no one wants you!”

The commander parrot added helpfully: “Ah, ah—your mom’s blown up!”

This matter had to be temporarily shelved. For the next two days, Wang Bo kept a close eye on Zhuang Ding, hoping to catch him mounting something so he could immediately correct the behavior.

But whenever Zhuang Ding was around him, he behaved much more obediently—always wearing an innocent expression, looking all dopey and adorable, making Wang Bo love him even more.

Around noon, Wang Bo took Zhuang Ding to the ranch to herd some rabbits. There were plenty of rabbits in the pasture, many of them plump. If Zhuang Ding still had that bad habit, he’d surely show it in this environment.

At the ranch, Wang Bo opened the sandbox interface to look for rabbit dens.

According to the sandbox, the light green pasture was crisscrossed with thousands of thin threads connecting to the livestock. These threads were very faint and fine—he had to zoom in quite a bit to make them out clearly.

Similarly, each animal had a green thread linking it to the green mist, which provided a continuous flow of lord energy, forming a feedback loop between them.

The midday sun was blazing. The sheep and cattle huddled quietly in the shade, but a few snow-white lambs were nursing from two ewes.

Wang Bo was confused at first. He remembered buying lambs that were all over 45 days old, and by now they’d have been around for more than two months. They shouldn’t be that small.

After a closer look, he realized the truth: these were newborns—two ewes had given birth right on the pasture. There were seven lambs in total, all snowy white, with only a few blades of grass or twigs stuck to them. No dirt or grime, and they radiated a pure, clean energy.

This discovery delighted Wang Bo—not only had he gained seven new lambs for free, but he could also start drinking fresh sheep’s milk. Starting today, there’d be milk!

Seeing the lambs reminded him of the black-and-white dairy cows—some of them were pregnant too, something Mottak had told him, but he’d forgotten.

He found the dairy herd and pointed to the southwest corner of the ranch, where there were fewer animals—perfect for expectant mothers.

Seeing the gesture, Zhuang Ding tilted his head, blinked, then immediately understood. He darted off to start herding the cattle in that direction.

Perched on Wang Bo’s shoulder, the parrot commander couldn’t let that little brat Zhuang Ding steal the show alone. He flapped up into the air and started driving the cows with his voice.

The dairy cows, enhanced by the Heart of the Ranch, were unusually smart. Upon hearing the parrot’s commands, they began following it toward the southwest.

Wang Bo nodded in satisfaction. He returned to the castle to fetch a plastic bucket, then went to milk a ewe that had just given birth.

The ewe stood quietly, very docile. Wang Bo had done this as a child—he was quite familiar with the process.

Back in his youth, his family raised both sheep and cattle. The cows were used for plowing, while the sheep helped supplement the family’s income. Each year, the ewes would produce a litter of lambs. At the time, he’d help his mother milk them.

They used to give away extra sheep’s milk to neighbors for free—no one even thought of charging. Now, even in his hometown, people had to pay if they wanted any.

He gently combed the ewe’s wool to help her relax, then began milking. Thick, white milk streamed out, and two ewes filled nearly half a bucket.

By the time he finished, the parrot and Zhuang Ding had returned from herding. Zhuang Ding had chased out a bunch of rabbits, sending them, along with wild pheasants and field mice, scattering in all directions—but thankfully, he didn’t try to hump any of them.

After a while, the effort left him drenched in sweat—it was still hot out, after all.

Feeling bad for him, Wang Bo let Zhuang Ding ride on the motorcycle with him for the trip back.

Later, Cowboy saw the fresh milk and asked excitedly, “Whoa, did a ewe give birth?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome! That means we’ve got fresh milk starting tomorrow—and we can make cheese too! You probably don’t know this, boss, but I make a mean sheep cheese.”

Wang Bo said, “That, I didn’t know. What I do know is that from now on, you’re in charge of milking the ewes every day. Once the cows give birth, you’ll milk them too. Got it?”

Cowboy looked miserable. “I became a wandering cowboy specifically to avoid ranch chores like this… and now I still can’t escape.”

“This is your destiny—your God-given fate. Accept it,” said Juan, grinning.

Wang Bo nodded. “Yeah, destiny is like ra*e—if you can’t resist, you might as well enjoy it.”