Shen Qiao finally smiled, "Great! I'll have the butler buy us two new fishing nets. The last ones we bought got snagged by rocks. The fish in the stream are really small, so we need nets that are especially fine."
The butler nodded from the side and jotted that down.
"Sister Qingqing, you probably don't know, right? In spring and summer, the stream has more water; sometimes it reaches up to your knees, especially in spring. There are so many little fish just hatching. They're all hidden in the water plants. You can scoop up dozens with just a bucket, but they're too small to survive well, and every time they die in a few days after being caught."
"That must be because you're not keeping them properly. Did you try raising them like tropical fish?" Rong Qingqing said, "I raised fish caught from the stream when I was little and even had them hatch little fry that grew up."
