The scorching sun hung high in the sky, like a massive furnace, shining in all directions, spreading intense heat.
The scorching heat was ravaging the withered yellow spreading over the hillside.
"It's been more than three months without rain."
Bill, with his calloused hands, held the wooden hoe, sat by the edge of the field, and looked at the withered land around him, letting out a heavy sigh.
In the fields, the drought-cracked soil had already caused the young crops to wither.
Even with more water for irrigation, this year's harvest would be at least halved.
His stomach growled,
hungry.
Originally, the drought made the harvest poor, the family's food intake was halved, and they still had to carry water to irrigate the crops, this kind of hard work drained the most energy, even with Bill's young and strong body, he couldn't take it.
How would they live in the coming days?
Bill's face suddenly became worried.
