The blazing sun baked the earth until it cracked.
Yuwen Junan walked along a ridge of a field that had been soaked by floods. As far as the eye could see, there was only withered grass stretching to the horizon.
The once-fertile paddy fields had been drenched and ruined by the overflowing Sishui River, and then, after the floodwaters receded, baked into black, brittle hay by days of relentless sunshine.
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