Due to a poor harvest, Baiyun Village had fallen into a gloomy state. The people walking along the paths wore no smiles, only faces full of worry.
They worried about taxes, about the food for their families, about a future with no way out, and so on. The villagers were trapped in a cycle of anxiety and irritation, feeling utterly helpless against natural disasters when no escape route could be found. They could only pray in secret, praying for the heavens to show mercy and for rain to finally arrive.
Yet the heavens turned a deaf ear to the villagers' cries. The days passed one by one, the scorching sun never absent, until everyone gradually shifted from struggling to numbness.
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