"Fine, fine, it's a great harvest, a great harvest, everything I said is nonsense, are you satisfied now?" Mrs. Cheng didn't want to say much to them and continued to split the soybean pods in her hands.
She didn't care about the blue skies and white clouds, she simply believed in what her Bao'er said.
As for them, she had already informed them because they were relatives and friends; if they chose not to believe, so be it, let them think what they will.
The setting sun slowly descended, and today's sunset was exceptionally brilliant.
Many villagers stood outside, gazing at the distant glow of the sunset, with faces full of the joy of the upcoming harvest.
But just then, the beautiful glow was suddenly covered by dark clouds.
The sky instantly darkened.
The villagers couldn't help but frown—
"Why has it gotten so dark, is there going to be a heavy downpour?"
"As long as it's not hail, let it rain."
