This rain was even fiercer than described in the books. The sky over Anguang County seemed to have ruptured, pouring water straight from the Heavenly River.
The crops in the fields, which were once plump with grains, with wheat and rice bowed low, now lay prostrate in the fields like drunkards.
With a straw hat and a raincoat, barefoot and with his pant legs rolled up high, Tang Quantong walked through the rural fields. One couldn't tell if the water on his face was rain or tears.
"How about organizing the members to harvest? Say something!" Tang Quantong yelled angrily.
But no one spoke because no one had any idea.
Driven by some unknown mentality, Tang Quantong walked along Liaozhong Team's field ridge and directly reached Shangjiang Team, where he saw yet another scene.
