You Jerk! What's Wrong with Raising a Pig in Your House?

[Contemporary rural entrepreneurship + lifting the whole county out of poverty + crushing shameless rivals with real ability + militarized pig farming + no golden finger + practical and replicable]

I hadn't been home in five years. Now my cousin's family was raising pigs in my old house?

I built a winding mountain track and raised free-range pigs. Every pig was an athlete.

When my first batch of pigs, each of which had run tens of thousands of steps, went to market, I cornered the fresh-food supermarkets across the county. My cousin realized that no one wanted his leg-weary pigs, so he could only sell them cheap at a roadside stall.

When my second batch of free-range pigs went to market, my cousin declared bankruptcy and was buried in debt!

When my third batch went to market, he came begging for a job shoveling pig manure!

When my fourth batch went to market, the whole town revolved around my pigs.

When my fifth batch went to market, the whole town had become the home of free-range pigs!

My sixth batch went to market...

Then the seventh...

Then the eighth...

In the end, the whole county became a famous destination for free-range pig farming and tourism!

And I became the Father of Free-Range Pigs!

The story takes a little while to warm up, so it may not be for impatient readers.