"We didn't plant wheat at our house, but some of our beans have also toppled over."
Upon hearing this, Pei Qin got a jolt and sprang up, "Our beans toppled over?"
"Big sister, if you go out and see, lots of leaves and broken branches have been swept off the ground, and a good deal of wheat in the fields has fallen! Some of our beans did too, but not too many," Pei Wendong said.
Pei Qin quickly washed up, drank a bowl of tofu pudding, took a stuffed bun, and started eating it as she went out.
The streets were wet, strewn with fallen leaves and broken branches, a complete mess. Some people were sweeping the leaves and branches in front of their doors.
The air smelled fresh, but seeing the wheat lying in patches in the fields, Pei Qin's mood was far from fresh.
Sun Quanliang and his family were at the end of the field, sighing, "The sweet potato vines might surge back in a few days, but this fallen wheat and beans can't grow back."
