Besides, the thatched roof is completely useless. If it rains heavily or blows strongly, it will be all in vain.
She couldn't help but look at the pond in front of the school: "Principal, do you fish in this pond every year?"
Principal Zheng shook his head: "This pond belongs to the school. The brigade doesn't care about it, and no one in the school feeds the fish. It's like a wild pond. The fish don't grow big, and no one would go out of their way to catch them. Only students occasionally catch small fish and shrimp."
Jiang Wanyue put on her bamboo hat and said, "Principal, let's go to the pond and take a look."
Principal Zheng didn't know what she was going to do, so he put on his hat and followed her.
On rainy days, many fish float to the surface.
Jiang Wanyue was delighted to see that there were quite a few fish in the pond, and they were not small.
Although there has been no one to feed the fish for many years, the fish have been fed by students' voluntary labor and have to eat grass. However, they have not been fished, so these fish have grown wild and naturally have become quite big.
"How about we use the money from selling these fish to buy tiles?" Jiang Wanyue smiled, "Principal, please go and borrow a fishing net."
Principal Zheng's eyes almost popped out of his head: "Are you kidding me?"
Policy explicitly prohibits private transactions. If fish could be sold for money, there would probably be no fish left in all the ponds in the village.
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "Principal, for the sake of the children, we have to give it a try."
Principal Zheng saw the calmness and confidence on her face. He, who had no confidence at all, suddenly felt heroic: "Leave the fishing net to me."
When Jiang Wanyue left the school, she saw Song Huaizhi standing under the eaves of the outermost classroom waiting for her.
She said helplessly: "Didn't I tell you to go home first?"
Song Huaizhi said: "I want to go back with you."
After he said that, he felt a little embarrassed and turned his head away and coughed.
Jiang Wanyue couldn't help but smile and rubbed his hair. No matter how precocious this child was, he was ultimately just a child longing for maternal love.
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