"Farming fish really makes a decent amount of money..."
Late at night, after all the accounts had been settled, Song Sancheng was quite pleased with himself.
Wu Lan also reveled in delight, "My daughter is capable of anything she puts her mind to, far better than her dad. He had mountains, land, and ponds, and yet all these years he never made me see any money. It just goes to show that counting on a man is less reliable than counting on your children."
Song Sancheng: ...
Unable to refute, he stewed in quiet frustration.
Yan Ran looked at the family and couldn't help but laugh. "Auntie, you all have such a great relationship, and the village seems so harmonious. Everyone came to help out today!"
Oy, it wasn't help for nothing, Wu Lan quickly noted, "Each person who helped with killing the fish got paid 150!"
Money wasn't the issue, the problem was...
"After we finish with the fish tomorrow, we should probably give some to Maozhu and their family, right?"
