Eastern Wilderness, Eagle Tribe.
"Drip, drip..."
Raindrops the size of beans hit the ground. At first, the raindrops were sparse, but gradually, they became more and more dense.
"It's raining!"
"Quick, find shelter..."
In the fields, over a hundred tribespeople of the Eagle Tribe who were working rapidly ran to the nearest shelters, covering their heads.
"Splash, splash..."
Soon, a torrential rain poured down, shrouding the view and making the world hazy and indistinct.
Among these hundred people was the Old Witch.
At this moment, he leaned on a stone hoe, standing in the shed, watching the torrential rain outside, and the various grains and vegetables in the fields being washed by rain, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face, even the fatigue of his body was relieved considerably.
"The vegetables have already begun to produce, and it won't take long for the grains to ripen. By then, the tribe's food shortage problem should ease a bit."
