Jiang Hu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry; he was not so dense as to not understand this.
Xiaomi stuck out her tongue: "Dad, Uncle Yang will definitely spread the word about making money with rice field fish, and next year many people will start raising them too."
Jiang Hu poured all the fish from the bucket into a water tank in the kitchen; usually, the fish Uncle Liu caught were kept there, and every few days, he'd send some to his sons and grandsons.
"Wasn't it the same in Fu'an Village before?"
Jiang Hu put down the wooden bucket, feeling that Xiaomi's words must have a deeper meaning, so he directly asked, "Xiaomi, is there something you want to tell Dad?"
Although Xiaomi was indeed just a child, Jiang Hu never thought of her as only a child.
Basically, as long as Xiaomi made a suggestion, not only him, but almost no one in the family ever opposed it.
