Li Xiang bought a total of seventy-two rice-paddy fish fry, matching the number of Earthly Fiends. He rode a tricycle to the edge of the rice paddy and carefully released the small fry into the mid-season rice field.
He had no idea how many would survive.
The late-season rice had not yet been planted. If the fish were not big enough by the time the mid-season rice was harvested, he would move them to the adjacent late-season rice paddy to continue raising them.
He was not counting on eating these fish; it was purely for fun and to record a short video. Perhaps it was a form of nostalgia for his life last year.
When he got home, he saw that there was not much firewood left in the woodshed, so Li Xiang decided to chop some in advance.
