A night passed without words.
The next day, the sun was still shining brightly.
Ji Ruyan appeared drenched in sweat on a hillside, gazing at the surrounding scenery that was too dazzling and shocking.
Many fields were already cracked, even if light rain continued to fall, it would take at least over a month to restore the vitality of the land.
Taking advantage of the rainy weather, Xi Xiaomeng could also provide disaster relief.
First, those wandering refugees should be settled in one place, and then after feeding them, they can be directed to work.
Such as loosening soil, digging canals, rebuilding their dwellings.
Everything needs to start over.
Ji Ruyan thought about the situation here; it's not something money can solve.
