Once everything was arranged, Wu Lan turned around, "Dad, the people coming to work will be here soon, but they won't be able to find the puddle. You need to take them there."
"Okay," Song Youde nodded. "It's by the old mountain, next to the wild pond. I'll take them."
Turning her head, Wu Lan added, "Oh, Dad, since the new house is finished, why don't you and mom just move over here? The central air conditioning is on anyways, and it's so much more comfortable to sleep at night."
"No, no," Song Youde quickly shook his head. "Your mother and I aren't used to air conditioning. Besides, the hard bed at the old house is comfortable, and it's not far anyway. What's there to worry about?"
"In a couple of days, I'm planning to move the straw mats over there too. I don't want people to come in and make a mess of your new house."
Wu Lan laughed, "That won't happen."
