"Hey, such a fat goose! Can it lay an egg each day?" Walking on the tidy street, Si Wen Ming, who was wearing simple flax clothes and looked just like a middle-aged farmer, said while at the same moment grabbing the fat goose that was walking past him swayingly and rubbing its butt.
"Yes! These fowls of ours are all strong!" The elderly men said while laughing, his face wrinkled because of the laugh. The elderly man then cherishingly petted the feathers of the fat goose, which was held in Si Wen Ming's hands, and continued, "All of them can lay an egg each day, and the children in our clan have all became stronger because of those eggs!"
Si Wen Ming dropped the fat goose, walked side by side the few elderly men, while chatting and laughing.