Wu Lei said he planned to pick melons and was ready to ride his tricycle, but the weather wasn't on his side, and it started raining again.
Sigh!
Aunt was sitting under the veranda and seemed a bit distressed.
Not distressed about her son, but about the melons.
They used to grow watermelons at home, which were thriving, but a torrential rain in July ruined them in the fields.
Throwing them away feels wasteful.
Feeding them to the pigs, they're just immature melons, and feeding half a pigsty at once makes the pigs tired of them.
So they never planted them again.
Now with this rain, besides the melons, the fruits on the mountain are also likely to crack.
Seeing her dark-skinned son, she suddenly felt a bit upset: "If I knew it was going to rain like this, you should have gone to Tan Tan's house to help her earlier."
Picking melons, collecting fruits, every bit of help counts.
Wu Lei was confused: "I have to cut grass for my cows too... "
