Great Ming: One Shovel, and I've Dug Through to the Underworld

In the seventeenth year of the Wanli era, a severe drought struck Jiangxi. The sun scorched the earth until it cracked, and the able-bodied men of Longkou Village in Fengcheng County knelt in a dark mass. County clerk Zheng Chun paced back and forth with a willow switch in hand, warning that if anyone so much as laughed and disturbed the Well Dragon King, they'd all be drinking cold wind this year. Every well dug by his crew had turned up dry. A shaman said someone in the village had angered the Well Dragon King. The villagers knelt before the well being dug, barely daring to breathe. But could they really bring back the water this year?