The first time it rained during the first summer of the first year of Dao'an, the people of Boyang were all incredibly joyful. After all, the great drought of the year before was still fresh in their minds, and who knew how many people hadn't managed to make it out of the damages of the drought. But now that there was rain, there was hope. But very quickly, they could no longer smile. The heavens seemed be letting down the rain that hadn't fallen the year before at once with this year's, the overcast, rainy days unbroken, and for an entire month, hardly any clear skies could be seen. The newly-planted crops were washed away, and the people's houses were washed away as well, and even the people were washed away with the waters. The Boyang Prefectural Magistrate was in a panic. Zhang Yizhi hadn't even been in the position a full year, and quite wanted to prove herself. She knew that, the year before, Boyang had had a great drought, and in this year, they'd bee...