Uncle Mo Changzai took out a red envelope from his pocket.
The calf had been inside the cow for too long.
When it came out, it wasn't moving, but it was Dr. Zhang who performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on it, bringing the originally lifeless calf back to normal.
It was only able to breathe a little just now.
Now it can even lift its head.
Once a calf can lift its head, it's on the verge of standing up.
"Uncle Mo, I'm not taking money. Village Chief Ah Shan, why does it feel like your work seems to be off again?"
Zhang Lingchuan looked at the red envelope Uncle Mo was pushing towards him, his expression turning slightly helpless.
"President Zhang, it's not that my work isn't up to par, it's just that everyone doesn't believe in such things as free lunch falling from the sky."
The older generation has gone through too many storms.
They believe nothing falls from the sky, and it's likely a trap.
