After catching the fish, Zhuangzi's mother helped Mu Shuangshuang weigh them. They amounted to around fifty pounds. At the current market price of eight wen per pound, they were worth about four hundred wen.
Though not much, it's better than nothing. But how to transport them back became a bit of a problem.
They couldn't use a bucket, right? Not to mention transporting them back, even on the way, the fish might die of dehydration.
If the fish die and you still take them back to sell, isn't that like pulling down your pants to fart, completely unnecessary?
"Zhuangzi's mother, how about I go and ask Butcher Liu's family in the village for the unused pig-killing basin? They're not slaughtering pigs anymore, so there's no use keeping that basin."
Mu Shuangshuang certainly knew what a pig-killing basin was, bigger than a bath bucket, the perfect thing for holding fish.
