"Bingfen, the drought — but why didn't those raw stone flower seeds dry up?"
Hou Yong muttered to himself, then suddenly froze.
On the way back from town, he had noticed the crops in the fields looking a yellowish brown, but hadn't paid much attention. In reality, however, quite a few of the crops in the fields were already bone-dry. Yet not far away, the Back Mountain remained lush and full of vitality.
Chapter 16