The sun leaps above the horizon, and red clouds surge in the sky.

As soon as the coachman pulled the reins, the horses neighed and slowly stopped at the entrance of Baimiao Village.

Fan Jin got out of the carriage, and as far as the eye could see, it was all dry yellow, and even the air smelled of scorching.

It was still early, but the ridges and roads were already full of people.

The old croppers smoked their dry cigarettes and sighed.

"This thief, it hasn't rained for almost two months."

"This is going to starve us to death, to die of thirst!"

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