"The great king commands me to patrol the mountains, yee-haw, careful of that Sun Wukong, yee-haw yee-haw..."
Fang Huai sang in the light rain as he descended the mountain.
Fortunately, the heavens were kind, and suddenly the weather changed, bringing a heavy downpour.
Rain washed away the dust, and all things were renewed.
Everyone was originally supposed to split up and inspect the mountain, but this rain saved them the effort.
Although the rain came a bit late, it did alleviate the worries in everyone's hearts.
This mountain, you wouldn't know if you didn't climb it; once you reach the top and look around, the vegetation on several connected peaks, once on fire, what then?
In a past life's Chongqing wildfire, tens of thousands of volunteers from all over came together so solidly that it took four full days for two districts to get the disaster under control, and in total, eight days to extinguish it.
