Giant Tower and Wind

Drought has spread across thousands of miles, and river gods have wreaked havoc on thousands of villages. It is sad to see locusts devouring wheat and rice, and sad to see jackals devouring pigs and sheep. The sword points to the sky and the flag blocks out the sun, and the mountains and rivers are stained with blood and the hills are filled with corpses. The wine is hot in the general's tent, and the water is cold in front of the garrison's grave. Rich families give rice and meat to cats and dogs, and poor families fill their stomachs with grass and trees. The sick father leads his son to dig grass grains, while the hungry son cooks his father's soup. At the third watch, I heard the drum for urging food, and at the fifth watch, I heard the drum for recruiting soldiers. Instead of asking for nectar to pour on the world, I would rather turn it into a raging fire and burn the wasteland. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.