Song Tan was truly broadening her horizons.
However, she didn't outright refuse but instead asked, "If someone catches like ten or eight jin of fish, you'd make a profit, but wouldn't I be at a huge loss?"
How could that be possible?
Zhang Yanping claimed confidently, "How many fish can there be in this pond? It hasn't been cleaned up for over a decade, right?"
"Besides, that's a wild pond behind the hill. If there really were fish, they'd probably have been all caught by my uncle by now. I saw the new fishing rod he bought, it must have cost at least eight hundred yuan."
Song Tan quickly lowered her voice, "Shh!"
"Keep it down, my dad hasn't dared to show it till now, and if my mom asks, he says it was eighty."
"So you see," Zhang Yanping said with a world-weary face, "once a man gets married, he's not even free to buy a fishing rod."
"Talk as if you've got someone. A bachelor like you has no room to complain."
