The entire village was bustling as if it were the New Year, with the children especially excited and the adults very happy, although after dinner the chief called the men over to express his concerns about the dam upstream.
But now that it was the end of autumn and the river's flood season had passed, even if the dam broke, those downstream wouldn't be at risk of flooding. As most people were just ordinary villagers, naturally they couldn't come up with any solutions, and at most they'd report it to the Chief and that would be the end of it.
Every household had taken in a bounty of big and small fish and were delighted about it, so by the next morning, the scent of fish wafted through the village.
It couldn't be helped, fish couldn't survive long out of water, so they had to be processed right away. Dead fish weren't tasty, and they couldn't be kept anyway.
