"Two ponds?" The planting area on the rooftop isn't large, and the compost from one small pond would be enough.
"The smaller one for composting, the larger one for storing water. Both ponds will get tin lids. It's not necessary to lay any pipes; when it rains, just open the lids to collect water, then there's no need to keep carrying water up and down." These words flowed smoothly from Xiao Xian's mouth, leaving the plasterer and Zhuo Feng couple taken aback.
This kid who grew up in the mountains, why is his brain so sharp? It's such a natural thing to use ponds to collect rainwater, yet these city-dwellers who are used to tap water have long forgotten this innate human instinct to harness the natural environment.
"Feng, Xiao Xian's grandpa really did a good job educating him. A ten-year-old kid is so..." Feng Xing wanted to offer more praise but was silenced by Zhuo Feng's look and obediently mixed the cement.
