The whole mountain is my hunting ground

Today at noon, the water receded. Sansi has been feeling uneasy and living in worry.

I'm one year older than Zhao Youcai in the book, so I'm not too old, but after getting Yang, my brain doesn't work well.

I have been thinking too much these past two days, and my head is even harder to use.

As for the plot of Cai slaughtering the cow, I have been imagining it for half a year. All the baggage and stuff, just waiting to be written.

But the day before yesterday, I caught up with the news that the Mopanshan flood was released. My home is there. Before April, I lived there, and my house and land were all there. Now I am going down the mountain to accompany the old man. The water here has also risen, and I feel uneasy.

In the chapter about Youcai returning home, and the plot between him and Wang Meilan, I can’t even remember half of what I prepared in advance.

Yesterday, when I was writing these two chapters, I felt that they were almost meaningless. What I wanted to write couldn’t be written.

The water was gone today, and I felt relaxed and suddenly felt the urge to lie down. After writing less than a chapter, it still felt inappropriate.

So take a rest and have a good sleep, and you should be able to resume your normal life tomorrow.