"Red moon, red moon, this surely signifies a prosperous year!" Old Mrs. Lu, leaning on her cane, grinned toothlessly and said excitedly, "It looks like this year will definitely be a bountiful one. We must hurry and sow the rice seeds in the field tomorrow, given this good omen!"
For them farmers, nothing could be more joyous than a plentiful harvest.
Upon hearing this, Xia Ningxing nearly jumped up.
What good omen!
This was a forewarning of disaster!
In the novel, the boss had written in his diary that the year the red moon appeared, a locust plague befell several provinces and cities across the country, including their own.
Do you know how terrifying locusts are?!
Wherever they passed, they left nothing but barren land, sparing neither grass nor crops; nothing was harvested.
Who knew how many would starve to death due to the famine.
