Gu Zhang nodded. "It's much closer that way, but I heard they're having floods over there. Sigh, some places are bone-dry from drought, others are drowning in floods. Life is hard everywhere."
The old man waved his hand dismissively. "No need to worry about floods. The waters only rise in the summer. We're heading into winter now, so even if there were floods, the water would have long since receded."
He mumbled to himself as he mulled it over, 'Looks like we can't go to West Mountain County. We'll have to head for Han Zhong County.'
Gu Fei, standing nearby, couldn't help but think, 'My history textbooks never went into much detail. I have no idea how severe the floods in the south really are. If Han Zhong County actually flooded, there must be a lot of refugees, too.'
'When a dynasty is about to fall, perhaps because its days are numbered, it's always accompanied by natural disasters and man-made calamities.'
