Luo Qiao didn't stop picking until her basket was almost full.
Then she took out a fish, about two jins in weight, from her own basket and placed it into Grandma Lin's basket.
She said softly, "Grandma Lin, I caught this fish in the pond. Take it home and use it to nourish yourself and Grandpa Lin."
Old Lady Lin was startled and hastily objected, "Girl, this won't do. The grain you've given us already weighs heavily on our conscience. How can we accept your fish? It's true that there are fish in the pond, but they're not easy to catch.
Girl, you should avoid that pond in the future. It's very deep. I remember my father-in-law saying that even a rope of fifty or sixty meters didn't reach the bottom. Please, girl, stay safe and steer clear of that place."
Luo Qiao replied, "Grandma Lin, I didn't go into the water, I used a net. Please don't worry."
