C532 There Is Nothing Left

In the village, the mood among the residents was one of anxious anticipation. The wheat fields lay silent and lifeless, with the ground cracked and parched. Corn, sorghum, and soybeans struggled to grow, wilting severely, and in the worst-hit areas, many seedlings had withered under the sun.

Xinrann's crop of pinellia wasn't faring any better. Even though it was a drought-resistant variety