Due to the heavy rain that had poured all day, the tarpaulin above was swamped with rainwater, making it appear exceedingly heavy. Hua Xiaomai exerted a lot of strength to flip it to one side, and as she lowered her head, she saw the wooden frame that had snapped in half, falling squarely onto a delicate bok choy. Not far from it were several chili plants that had originally grown thick and green leaves.
...Even if they weren't directly hit by the wooden frame, just being pressed by that rain-soaked tarpaulin was suffocating!
She quickly removed the wooden frame, no longer caring about dirt, and directly lay on the ground, carefully checking each chili plant one by one.
Many chili leaves had fallen to the ground, but it was uncertain whether they had been blown off by the wind or beaten down by that tarpaulin cover; each chili plant seemed to be bent over from the pressure, and one of them had even snapped, its top half dangling down, almost touching the wet and sticky mud.
