Early morning.
At the riverbank of the Tide River.
Lin Fan was gathering his fishing nets.
They had been set the day before, a total of three.
He was hopeful, yet uncertain about the catch.
As he pulled in the nets, he heard the sound of splashing water; inside were fish and shrimp. The quantity wasn't large, but it was undeniably a good start.
He placed the captured seafood in a bucket and then added some bread to the fishing nets before throwing them back into the river, tying the rope to a nearby plant.
Meetings were truly beneficial.
Brainstorming could yield many great ideas.
Fishing from the river was a good one.
What couldn't be eaten could be stored in the fishponds they had dug.
Carrying the bucket, he walked happily toward home.
In the distance.
A sedan was speeding along.
In the car, there was a family of three, the child eight years old.
