Half an hour later, Han Qiwu stretched with a big yawn.
Teaching birds is really exhausting.
He glanced outside. The sky had cleared, the rain stopped, and the air had turned fresh.
Perfect timing, he planned to visit Grandpa Chen to fetch a hoe. Once he returned, he could plant the melon seeds.
"Xiao Dian, be good and stay in the courtyard. Don't wander off. When I come back, I'll build you a bird's nest." Han Qiwu patted Xiao Dian on the head as he spoke.
Xiao Dian obediently nodded.
Stay still, stay still.
The pair of leather shoes in the corner had left a lasting psychological shadow on it.
Hopping onto his bike, Han Qiwu casually strolled toward the blacksmith's shop.
"Thunderfish is really delicious. It's a pity I can't share it with Mr. Tang," Han Qiwu thought to himself as he biked along. He wasn't sure about Mr. Tang's physical condition, so he didn't dare feed it to him recklessly.
