For three consecutive days, a persistent drizzle hung over the outskirts of the Serenitea Pot, the sky as gray as a water-soaked, weather-beaten canvas. The abnormal rainfall had turned the newly plowed fields into a quagmire, rain pelting the broad leaves of the Crimson Grain: Deep Root corn with a sharp patter.
"Hiss—"
The "Enlighten," an electric rail train, ground to an abrupt halt in the muddy water, its wheels kicking up turbid spray. Old Zhao, the driver, wiped his face, grabbed the Golden Grain Communication Network communicator, and barked, "Dispatch Center! Track section B7 is flooded! The wheels are slipping, we can't move at all!"
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