"Who are you calling me 'I' in front of?!" Su Dahu snapped his fingers and gave the boy a sharp flick on the forehead.
Looking at the countless fish in front of him, he gradually recalled the scene of his family raising fish in the past.
After failing to raise goats, the mother was still unwilling to give up. She felt that these foreign goats were not suitable for raising in Shanghe Village. After some thought, she asked her three brothers to dig a fishpond at the foot of the hillside.
Two coins for a grass carp fry, about the length of a finger, and you can buy a hundred at a time, which costs a full two hundred copper coins.
When the fish fry are small, they can't eat grass, so they go to the villagers who raise chickens, ducks, and cows to ask for chicken, duck, and cow manure to fertilize the ponds and feed the fish.
Three or four months later, the finger-sized fish fry grew to half a pound in weight. They then began to go to the hillside every day to cut fresh fish grass to feed the small fish, checking on them every morning, noon and evening, just like serving their ancestors.
With the Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, the fish that used to weigh half a pound have grown to four or five pounds, and the fatter grass carp even weigh seven or eight pounds. They plan to catch some fish the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival and sell them in Cangwu Town. Grass carp are ten coins a pound, and if they can sell half of the fish, it will be a considerable income.
Two nights before the Mid-Autumn Festival, a torrential downpour suddenly struck Fuhu Mountain, with rainwater carrying mud and sand down the mountain.
When they were awakened from their sleep and ran to the fishpond, a huge hole had already been washed out of it, and all the fish inside had been swept into the river, leaving no trace of their bodies.
Looking at the fish in the basket now, he suddenly had the illusion of having traveled through time and regained what he had lost after many years.
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