"Come, come, come. They're all yellow melons that have been growing for three months. They're delicious."
Then, they enthusiastically brought them to the fields. They dug out a lot and stuffed them into Fang Ping and the others' arms.
"Take more. This yellow melon has just been dug out. It's the best."
"This isn't worth much. Take it, take it. Eat it on the way."
In the end, everyone carried seven or eight yellow melons back.
Fang Ping was also stuffed with a pile.
"Fang Ping, you don't know this. Yellow melons are the best when they're freshly harvested. The longer they're out of the soil and exposed to the light, the taste will be much worse," Qing Niao said as he licked his lips.
Walking back to the resting area, Qing Niao placed the soil-stained melon on the ground and began digging. Fang Ping saw that the others who had returned were doing the same.
"Fang Ping, help me pick up some hay and branches."
"Yeah, sure."
