Upon hearing Amy's words, Enzo was somewhat speechless.
He didn't particularly think having a statue of himself built was a good idea, but nor was it necessarily bad—it would, however, unquestionably consume a significant amount of time.
Amy seemed to grasp Enzo's thoughts and smiled as she said, "It's a collective request from the tribe."
With resignation, Enzo nodded in agreement.
At that moment, the sky gradually darkened—not yet reaching the depths of night, but dark clouds drifted in, blocking the sunlight, followed by a torrential downpour.
The rainy season had arrived.
This rain continued throughout the entire night, severely disrupting many of Enzo's planned activities.
Progress on firing pottery and bricks in the industrial zone stalled, agricultural land clearing faced obstacles, and even some meat drying had to be halted.
The only consolation was that Enzo had managed to have several bamboo huts built in the jungle area.
