The Zhou household was full of sighs that evening. Zhou Shuren lamented, "This year's harvest isn't good, the constant rain has caused some of the seeds to mold."
Zhulan also had a headache, as the Zhou family owned quite a bit of farmland and manors. "This year, it's not just the north—there's plentiful rain in the south too."
Zhou Shuren fretted over silver. "I hope Chang Yi and the others will be successful and bring back more Silver Coin. There are so many uses for silver this year."
With furrowed brows, Zhulan said, "You mentioned the heavy rainfalls, could there be a severe drought this summer?"
Zhou Shuren turned over, "How would I know? I can't interpret the heavenly signs, I just hope not."
Sometimes Zhulan felt that the ability to observe the heavens in ancient times was quite formidable. "Alas, this year's spring plowing will have to be delayed."
