"How heavy was the rain?"
Feng Qing'an knew it was somewhat difficult for a non-farmer to answer this, so he changed his question. The size of the rain, big or small, should be easy enough to remember.
"The several showers there were, were all small, even less damp than if I had urinated on the ground!"
"Mmm!"
Feng Qing'an had a sense in his heart. With this little rainfall, no wonder the wheat seedlings in the field looked so feeble.
"Take me to your home!"
"Yes!"
Zhou Yiyang immediately cheered up. After leading this honorable guest to his own territory, he decided to pull out all the stops to please the other party. He didn't know if the master preferred beautiful women, but if he had such a need, he could send over all the young concubines his father had wedded.
