The year was Jiazi, a great drought struck, yet Niu Village celebrated, a hundred families rejoiced together.
It was a chaotic era, and the people of Niu Village didn't care about which dynasty it was; no matter how dynasties changed, Niu Village always remained impoverished.
With over a hundred people, the entire village shared ten ploughing oxen, and the village's yield barely managed to cover its expenses.
Villagers helped one another, and life went on.
But this year was different. A plague-ridden sun rose simultaneously, ten blazing suns scorched the earth like a furnace, the ground cracked, and crops withered.
The stream's bed was exposed, parched and cracked by the scorching sun. It wasn't just Niu Village; the whole world echoed with wails, littered with dead bones.
