"There should be, this net is heavy!"
"Two hundred pounds in one go, and after fishing a dozen more times, wouldn't that be two thousand pounds?"
"How could this one-acre pond have that much? But the fish do grow fast; in just over a year, they've grown to two or three pounds each."
"Hmm, that's really quick. Probably because the water is good and there's plenty of food washing down from the mountains and fields, fattening them up."
"..."
Watching the silver fish leap out of the water, the villagers chatted excitedly. Under Old Man Ding's instructions, they quickened the pace of pulling the nets and soon all six fishing nets were hauled onto the shore.
In the blazing sunshine, one after another plump fish wriggled their tails nonstop, attempting to escape the net and return to the water, but to no avail; the nets were too sturdy, not even their tails could slip through.
