If someone had told Zhou Jiao in the past that there was a spring drought in the Northeast,
she would definitely have scorned the other person's intelligence.
The large areas of snow in the Northeast during spring, along with the visible rivers everywhere—are these decorations?
Now, she is ashamed of her ignorance.
In Zhou Jiao's imagination, the Northeast had heavy flooding, avalanches, mudslides, and it wouldn't easily suffer from droughts. But reality taught her a lesson.
After the New Year, time flies. As the weather warms and the snow melts, spring plowing becomes everyone's hope in farming families. No matter how tiring it is, when thinking of the joy of harvest, what's the big deal about tilling the earth?
After two autumn rains last year, it hasn't rained since, leaving the Old Captain worried, clinging to his long tobacco pipe. Especially since hearing that it has been dry within the pass, he walks along the riverbanks back and forth every day.
