Yang Dachuan wiped his sweat and saw his daughter looking serious, so he nodded, "Alright then, I'll clear some land in the field this afternoon, and go to town tomorrow."
"What are you two whispering about?" Ms. Wang took out two clothes to mend from the house, and saw the father and daughter chatting through the window.
"Mom, I was discussing with Dad how we should have this fish for lunch!" Fearing that Ms. Wang would object, Yang Chuxia kept the actual plan a secret for now. When she turned her head, she winked at Yang Dachuan, signaling him not to reveal it yet.
"Fish?" Ms. Wang came out and saw that there were indeed quite a few fish in the small barrel, about twenty or so. However, the fish were not very big—the largest ones were only about the size of a palm. "Wow, how did you get so many fish?"
