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The sky is still so high, the stars and moon are still so bright, and there is no sign of rain. In the evening of that day, Niu Shun carried two empty buckets on his shoulders and limped along the mountain road leading to Niujiao Village from Zaojiao Ya with a dejected look on his face. At this moment, he was thinking about something in his mind. Because this matter has been hidden in his heart for a long time. He remembers having it in mind when the drought first started last year. He also wanted to speak to his pear girl several times, but every time the words came to his lips, his lips only moved and stopped. At present, all the crops in the fields are dry, and there are dead branches and leaves all over the mountains and plains. A single spark can burn half of the sky red. One by one, the wells also dried up. Therefore, more than 300 mouths and thousands of livestock in the whole village stared blankly at the deep well outside the village, which had less than ten loads of water day and night.