This rain was even more violent than described in the book. The sky above Ānguǎng County seemed to have torn open, and the waters of the celestial river poured straight down.
By this time, the crops in the fields had grown full grains, and the wheat and rice had long since lowered their heads. Now, they simply collapsed into the fields like drunken men.
Tang Quantong wore a palm-bark raincoat and a bamboo hat, barefoot with his trouser legs rolled up high, walking through the countryside. It was impossible to tell whether the water on his face was rain or tears.
Chapter 274