Xing Nong stared at the yellowing half-withered weeds in front of him and sighed, "Lying here for another hour, I wonder if I'll start sprouting?"
"I don't know about sprouting, but all these gourds will be picked by me, and I'll have snacks for tonight." Luo Ye carefully extended her paw and plucked another gourd.
The gourd is a type of wild fruit, vine-grown, with a shape that is pointy at both ends and thicker in the middle, oblong in shape. When green, it can be picked and chewed with the skin on, crisp and refreshingly sweet, a favorite among the children. Mou Ye, this kid who's still hanging onto his teenage years, also adores these little fruits. To find these green gourds at this season is quite difficult.
"Give me a couple to eat now!" Xing Nong cocked his head and stared at Luo Ye: "It's so boring."
Luo Ye stuffed the plucked gourds into her pocket, "No way, the cart for hauling corn has already entered the field. If we're discovered, there goes five points."
