Before planting, the government posted a notice stating that if there was a good harvest this year, 20% of the harvest would have to be handed over to the government.

Only 20% is really very little.

After the seeds are planted in the soil.

Everyone looked at the sky with trepidation every day.

They were afraid that the scorching sun would suddenly arrive.

Fortunately, they were lucky.

Until late May, the weather was normal. Although it didn't rain, the people carried buckets and watered the crops every day without getting tired, and the crops survived.

"Manager Yan, if the drought passes, will your pastry shop still be open?" On the bridge over the city wall, Deng Qiuzhi looked at the dried-up river and asked Yan Xia.

He had already fled back from Jiangnan County and sold his house and shops.

"Why not open it? It's just not in Jiangnan County," Yan Xia said quietly.

Deng Qiuzhi didn't ask why; he knew perfectly well.

"What have you thought about that matter?" He changed the subject.

“I won’t consider it. I won’t interfere. Even if your son passes the imperial examination and becomes a scholar, there’s nothing my Changyi can do if she doesn’t like him. I will support her even if she never gets married.”

Since Deng Qiuzhi returned.

His son, Deng Bizhong, fell in love with Chang Yi at first sight.

Chang Yi, however, is beautiful all by herself.

He looked down on the frail scholar Deng.

Feeling sorry for his son who was troubled by love affairs, Deng Qiuzhi often pestered Yan Xia, wanting to arrange a marriage between their families.

Yan Xia refused them all.

Days passed by one by one.

One early morning in early June.

Devastating news arrived.

The scorching sun is back.

Yan Xia felt something was wrong as soon as she woke up in the morning.

Why is it so hot?

It's so hot it's unbearable.

It felt like stepping back into a summer day with temperatures in the forties.

Sweating profusely.