"Crack!"
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, accompanied by thunder, as the rain poured down like a waterfall. The pleasant autumn weather suddenly turned into howling cold winds and torrential rain.
"It's just early autumn, and the weather is already unpredictable. The rain is so heavy it seems like it's pierced through the sky. I wonder how the citizens of East Lake Port are doing." Hu Zhile looked at the downpour, revealing her fluffy big fox tail to wrap around herself like a shawl, adding some noble elegance to her warmth.
Yun Mo heard her and used his wings to form a canopy, looking down at the farmland below, and said with relief, "Fortunately, Mr. Jiang's farmland is unaffected. Look, the flowers that should bloom are blooming, and the fruits that should bear are bearing.
If the harvest in East Lake Port is affected by the weather, Mr. Jiang can always share some grain, which will be enough for them to survive the winter."
