Song Yan Ning handed a bucket of water to the man, "What did you just say we couldn't do?"
"You... you can actually lift a bucket of water?" The man looked at Song Yan Ning holding the bucket with a look of disbelief.
"Can't one lift a bucket of water?" Song Yan Ning was even more curious.
The man nodded, "Here at Shuimu Lake, one can only fetch water every three days, and each person can only get one-third of a bucket each time. Even if you want more, you can't get it." That's why he was so surprised.
"But I just got a whole bucket of water," Song Yan Ning also found it very strange.
The man took the bucket from Song Yan Ning's hands, hesitated for a moment, "I'll take the water home first, then later you can help me get another bucket." He originally wanted to empty the bucket and let Song Yan Ning try again, but he didn't dare, fearing that once this bucket was poured out, no more water could be fetched.
"We'll come with you," the three followed the man to his home.
