This isn't about how many days; it's a matter of months.
"Guangye City is relatively better. Since a rain fell in mid-September last year, there hasn't been any, and because it's winter, it's not too dry."
The soldier leader responded.
After hearing his words, An Jiuyue recalled the scenes she had seen in the fields earlier.
The land had already cracked, and there was hardly any water in the ponds. Each pond was guarded by someone, and those who went to fetch water needed a wooden tag to draw a bucket of water.
Is this situation considered good?
"I noticed there was hardly any water in the ponds outside the city. Is this still considered not too dry?" She expressed her doubt.
"It's really not too dry."
The soldier leader raised his eyebrows. Such days were very common for them here, nothing unusual, so they didn't pay much attention to it.
