Now, the wheat fields and their surroundings were teeming with birds, so the two went back to the edge of the field, found a fairly large tree, sat down under it, and then tied the fishing net to some sticks.
Daji went to help them dig holes.
The holes couldn't be dug too deep, else they wouldn't collapse, nor too shallow, lest they fail to support the sticks and fishing net.
As Daji dug, he couldn't help but sigh with a tinge of sadness, feeling that the task was more troublesome than a fight.
After digging three holes in three locations according to the young master and Miss Manbao's instructions, Daji just stood by with his hands on his hips, not moving an inch.
Manbao and Bai Shanbao strived to tie the net properly, and then they dragged the sticks to set up the net, only to realize it seemed a bit heavy.
So the two children looked up imploringly at Daji.
Daji had no choice but to help them.
