In dreams, Ma Lin saw the dim sun, the crops drowned by rainwater, trees leaning and disarrayed.
At the same time, he felt a cool breeze, bringing much comfort in the stifling heat of summer.
The river water was a bit muddy. The accumulated rain from upstream was rushing down.
A pitiable young man couldn't overcome the hurdle in his heart, ended his own life, and was now being dragged out of the water, bare-armed. Ma Lin's mother would go to offer him paper money tonight.
In truth, it was a sad event.
Yet a new generation is about to begin.
Although its arrival will prove extremely difficult.
Everyone still needs to strive.
The land of his hometown is full of vitality, fertile farmland for five thousand years.
In the era when Dayu controlled the waters, the crops people planted would often fail. Even in Ma Lin's time, crops still frequently failed due to natural disasters.
