Zhao Rong and his group had been traveling for a day, and at dusk, they reached a lake that stretched for ten miles. Willow trees swayed gently by the lake, and the surface of the water glimmered like scattered gold.
Zhao Rong glanced at the orange afterglow of the sunset and suggested they spend the night there. The three found a relatively open spot by the lake and set up a few cowhide tents and built a simple stove.
Liu Sanbian went to the lakeside to catch fish, while Zhao Rong took Su Xiaoxiao to gather twigs.
After a bout of activity, Liu Sanbian returned, carrying a fish that weighed over a dozen pounds and a pheasant with brilliant plumage. He glanced at the two who were still frolicking in the distance and shook his head with a smile.
