The richest man in the city forced me to marry my cousin in the mountains to celebrate the death of the critically ill CEO.
However, the wedding convoy was blocked by three hundred pigs at the entrance of the village.
The village chief beat gongs and drums: "The only veterinarian in our village has to bring his own bride price to anyone he goes to!"
I carried the veterinary medicine box over the wall and ran, but a man in a wheelchair grabbed my ankle:
"I heard that you are good at handling livestock?"
"Treat me and the price will be doubled."
