What?
Upon hearing Zhang Laicai's words, Zhou Cuihua was a bit puzzled. She had just checked the ginseng in the field this morning and everything was fine, so how could it be dying of drought so soon?
"Sis, why the rush? Uncle Lai Cai said the ginseng in his field is about to die of drought, it's got nothing to do with us!" Li Xiaobao's words made Zhou Cuihua realize what was happening, and she patted her chest, taking a slight breath.
By now, the doorway was already surrounded by many villagers who came to see what the fuss was about, especially since Zhang Laicai had been shouting near Li Xiaobao's door for nearly two hours. His voice was louder than the village's loudspeaker, so everyone in the village had heard him.
"Xiaobao, hurry and go have a look for me. Uncle's ginseng is all wilted!" Zhang Laicai said with a mournful face, standing in front of Li Xiaobao.