Thumb-sized hailstones kept pouring down.
"The heavens really are like a child's face, changeable at a whim. With this hail, who knows what will happen to the crops in the fields?" In the countryside, food is life, and every household relies on farming, dependent on the weather.
Hail is the most feared; wherever it lands, the crops there are doomed.
"How could a good day suddenly bring hail?" Su Peng was also puzzled, "This hasn't happened for many years, has it?"
"That's right, weather like this is rare, didn't expect it to happen today." The eldest sister sighed lightly.
Fortunately, it didn't last long, after a short while, the hail stopped.
But the rain continued, bean-sized raindrops poured down non-stop.
"Old Uncle Zhang just fertilized his field, hoping some crops would survive, but today's hail wasted half a day's effort."
