Thunderstorms were usually very fierce and the ground would become especially muddy in ten minutes.
Moreover, even if it stopped raining for a moment, it could come back again.
Not long after the children picked the lotus pods, the second wave of rain came.
This time, Wang Dalang no longer cared about them and chased everyone away.
"Go back and quickly change your clothes. Drink some hot soup and don't catch a cold!"
Catching a cold could be fatal.
So many children were drenched in the rain today. Someone was probably going to fall sick.
Wang Dalang felt a faint regret in his heart. He was already a man. He should be as sensible as an adult.
He should not have let his younger siblings play like this.
When they parted, the other children in the village distributed some of the lotus pods to Little Ah Yu.
It was only a little as they could not bear to part with more.
