Just as Shi Lichun was about to go to the field with the villagers to pick watermelons, Shi Jiahao ran over.
As he ran, he shouted, "Grandpa, Grandpa!"
"What's wrong, Haohao?" Shi Liqiu asked.
"Grandpa, Aunt said that Aunt said not to sell the watermelons," Shi Jiahao said loudly.
Shi Lichun frowned slightly.
The villagers didn't think much of it. They smiled and asked, "Haohao, you said it yourself. And you said it was your aunt."
Shi Jiahao said seriously, "My aunt said so. Aunt is brushing her teeth and washing her face now. She'll be down in a while. Aunt asked me to come down and tell Grandpa first."
Shi Lichun asked suspiciously, "Haohao, did your aunt really ask you to come?"
Shi Jiahao was only a three or four-year-old child. If no one had told him, he wouldn't have run over to tell him not to sell watermelons.
