The precious rain went on for two entire days and nights. It only began to gradually subside at dawn on the third day.
As the golden morning sun emerged through the foggy mist, the air was saturated with water vapor, and one could smell the scent of soil. Only then did Jiang Pengji have some peace of mind. To be safe, she went around inspecting the drains and reservoirs with Zhang Ping and the craftsmen of the woodworking workshop. After making sure that the water was able to flow smoothly, she felt slightly relieved. If a flood was to occur after the drought, it would be nearly impossible for the people to carry on with their lives.
The murmur of running water could once again be heard from the previously dried-up brooks. The leaves that had appeared wilted for the entire summer unfolded, the plants gradually regained vigor.