"The one I have is much better-looking than yours. It gave birth to a litter of four puppies. Once they're weaned, I'll catch one for you,"
"No need." She said, "Raising one is enough."
"True, the Xiao Family has no fields or land. Even raising one more dog requires food." Wang Cuihua thought, "Or maybe, you should just stop raising this mixed-haired dog; it's a waste of food... "
Su Qingyue looked back at the little mixed-haired dog guarding the shore; the little fellow didn't understand human words and wasn't aware that someone was suggesting not to raise it.
Seeing its owner looking over, it made a pleasing "howl" sound.
Su Qingyue shifted her gaze back to washing clothes, "Let's keep it. Once I decided to raise it, I can't abandon it halfway; it's a living being too."
"That's true, having a dog to guard the house is not bad."
A few village girls and women washed clothes by hitting them with a wooden stick, but Su Qingyue preferred to use her hands to scrub.
