"Mr. Li, we haven't even reached Kaiyang yet, and the drought along the way is already getting more severe. I'm afraid it will be even more terrifying when we arrive in Kaiyang."
On a section of the official road, under a few large trees, Cui Yongquan was eating dry rations, looking at the desolate scene around him with some concern.
The withered ground, the rising heat, and the dry yellow trees along the way left him feeling alarmed.
These few large trees for cooling down were specifically chosen as a resting spot.
"Previously, people reported that there was a severe drought in Kaiyang, but it seems the drought is still spreading and even showing a trend of spreading towards Shengjing City..."
Li Qingmu summarized the situation along the way and came to a grim conclusion.
The drought is spreading.
This is troublesome.
"It's strange; the weather was favorable and there were good rains earlier this year, so why has this situation arisen in the second half of the year?"
