After the autumn harvest, the two small creeks in the village dried up, leaving behind plenty of small river fish, loaches, and river snails to be gathered.
The men of the village had all gone to deliver the grain today, and the women had gone to town to shop. With no parents around to keep an eye on them, the children had all run off to the creek beds to dig in the mud.
Song Cheng was covered in mud from head to toe, with smudges even on his face. Like someone showing off a treasure, he gestured for Yuanchun to look into his bucket. It was filled to the brim with small river fish, shrimp, snails, and loaches. When prepared properly, these would be delicious delicacies.
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