It's already the twelfth lunar month, the last rain was in mid-October.
The river's water has reached its base, everyone is straining the last bit of mud-like water to water the sorghum as much as possible.
The rapeseed and wheat in the fields are all wilting, but no one has the time to care for them. At this rate, it's inevitable that the wheat and rapeseed will die, but the sorghum might still be saved.
Sorghum has always been drought-resistant grain, and so far, there's no sign of anything unusual. Even the branches are still as sturdy as before; with a bit of mud water, after one night it seems to grow even better.
The village wells are also covered with slabs, not to prevent usage but to avoid evaporation. Water is drawn at a unified time daily before being covered again.
Now, the most enviable household is Jiang's, with their own well. According to Jiang Hu, the water level is still quite high, at least for household use, there's no immediate worry.
