C47 The Rain Came too Suddenly

There was a beam of red sorghum hanging at the door. Su Xiaoyi was going to give it to Feng Binglin, but he had already left when he came back. No matter what, he still felt a little regretful.

Now that the beam of red sorghum had been dried and the pole had turned golden, the red tassel was still fiery red and the heat of summer remained.

After Feng Binglin left