She could see the endless terraced fields, some winding rivers, and the wisps of smoke rising from the farmhouses.
This should have been a picturesque scene of clear mountains and beautiful waters.
Unfortunately, due to the drought, the land as far as she could see was yellow and cracked.
As for green plants, they were few and far between, with the most being some evergreens and small patches of grass here and there.
And in the farms, there was hardly any greenery.
"Is the drought really this severe?" Su Yan couldn't help but sigh.
Chu Yuxiao, with his hands behind his back, looked at the distant scenery and continued the conversation:
"This is still considered mild. If the drought continues to worsen, you wouldn't even be able to see the rivers, let alone the trees."
Su Yan's expression suddenly became serious.
He was right; if the drought kept worsening, the people would have nothing to eat, and soon there would be those digging for roots and eating tree bark.