"Hurry, hurry!"
Wu Cangshou repeatedly urged.
Summer was already hot, and the crowding upon returning only made it more stifling.
Liang Qu had no choice.
The craftsmen had been working in shifts around the clock for twelve hours straight, but laying stones and building pavilions couldn't possibly be finished in just a few days.
"A calm heart naturally cools down."
The old giant clam was quite philosophical.
As the man, the turtle, and the clam conversed,
the Big River Beaver, wholly focused, clutched a charcoal pencil, scribbling and sketching on a piece of paper. Suddenly, it set the pencil aside, ran to the pond to wet its fur, tidied the disheveled hairs on its head, then carefully rolled up the paper, tucked it under its armpit, and walked over with head held high and a confident stride.
Liang Qu was taken aback for a moment, then his expression brightened.
"Do we have a lead?"
