บท 106: Cattles, the Back Mountain and a Prescription

On the table near the western window under the starlight was a sheet of paper, two sheets of paper, three sheets of paper...

Chen Pipi looked at the dense small characters in ink on the paper, with wider and wider eyes staring. He could feel his scalp prickling. He wondered about what kind of problem this was, with actually three full sheets of paper, and read them from the beginning subconsciously:

"Haotian shines all over the world, just like the cattleman who loves and is concerned about all the creatures. If you think you're a bit smart, then try to calculate the number of cattle raised by Haotian."