Recently, the heat has been unbearable, and not many people are taking to the streets. Stepping out feels like you're about to be baked alive. In this era, people don't stroll around much anyway, especially in small towns like this. Most farmers are busy working in the fields, perfectly embodying the verse—
"Hoeing the grain under the noonday sun, sweat drips beneath the crops."
Life isn't easy for anyone. This is existence; this is duty.
Early in the morning, there was a heavy downpour. The rain was fierce, drops as big as soybeans pelting the ground. After the storm, the entire town felt noticeably cooler.
Meng Shuyan and Little Milk Tea stayed at home with Chen Ying, while Tian Sangsang had gone mountain exploring with a basket on her back. The town is surrounded by mountains—living by the mountain, relying on its bounty. In the depths of the forest, there are always countless unknown treasures waiting to be discovered.
