Juhua thought digging a pond would be a great idea. She could raise all sorts of things in it. She nodded happily and said, "Dad, you have to remember now!"
Qingmu smiled. "If Dad forgets, I'll remember. We can dig it bigger, turn it into a small pond, and raise some lotus roots, water bamboo shoots, and fish. It'll bring in some extra income. And when we're working, we'll be able to look over and see a pond full of lotus leaves, and then lotus flowers blooming. Wouldn't that be beautiful? It would also make watering more convenient. If there's a real drought, this little ditch won't be enough for such a large plot of land."
Just as they were speaking, Zhang Dashuan, his wife, and Zhang Huai came over, carrying hoes on their shoulders. In her hand, Mrs. He held two strings of crucian carp, their gills threaded with willow twigs. Their silvery-black scales shimmered in the sunlight, and their tails flapped and thrashed about—they were incredibly fresh.
