Dou Wuxing, however, was quiet and sparing with words. Over the course of a drinking session that lasted more than two hours, it would already be a rather generous estimate if he were counted to have spoken thirty sentences. And of those, twenty were about farming and sericulture.

Yes. He had studied all kinds of plants in depth, especially crops, soil, earth qi, and climate.

He also told He Lingchuan that Lingxu City would see several rounds of “curtain-call rain” soon, because once these few rounds of freezing rain ended, central and northern Beijia would officially enter winter. After that, the world would belong to snow.

He Lingchuan listened especially carefully. “You mean all of central and northern Beijia will have rain?”

“Yes, from east to west.” Rarely did an outsider show willingness to listen to such things, so Dou Wuxing’s spirits rose. “It will start from northern Chiyan and push all the way toward the State of Xuluo.”

“Starting from Lingxu?”

“No, no. It begins in the State of E’Ling, passes through Lingxu City, and then continues west.”

“I see. Can it arrive early or late?” He Lingchuan rubbed his chin. Back in his original world, this would be called a rainband. Its coming and going had seasons and patterns.

“Of course.” Dou Wuxing smiled. “But it won’t be off by too much. Once it starts raining in Lingxu City, it should soon be about...