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Things are different now.

When was the last time you saw him?

I can't say I remember.

His business got so big that he started getting warnings from the Sui Regulator. He pulled things back a little afterwards. He's been enjoying himself the last few years, sightseeing all over Yan.

But the Sui Regulator keeps a much tighter eye on him than it does us.

How do you know all that?

I had a peek in the Regulator's notebooks in the course of my dealings with them. The parts that weren't super-double classified, anyway.

'His business became so big'? I always remember him as that simple-minded boy following Shu around, with no eye for anything other than silkworms and mulberry.

The last time I saw him was when he 'passed by', and I caught a glimpse through the painting.

His eyes were clouded, repulsive, like—

—like the stinky weiqi failure, I know.

He was in Baizao the year our weiqi failure broke out. Who do you think Yan had its eyes on for the past few years while ignoring you and I?

You think they're in cahoots?

No idea. I thought Ling and Dage were the only ones he got along with.

But he wouldn't have been able to call on people like he does now if the Sui Regulator made a decision like that, would he?

You know how comfortable he is in human skin. Every transaction in the books he submits every year to the Sui Regulator is perfectly above board. You couldn't find a flaw if you put them under a microscope.

He's always the first to donate whenever a city is hit by Catastrophe. The Sui Regulator has to give him some respect on that point alone.

You really think he did it out of the kindness of his heart?

He's our brother. I won't badmouth him behind his back.

Yeah, riiiight.

Anyway, relationships like ours don't exist amongst humans. Brothers? Sisters? I...

You what?

Get out of here. Now, and no peeking!

Fine, fine. No need to get all violent and excitable.

Sibling ties in the worldly sense mean nothing to us, after all...

Maybe Yanese historians will invent a word to describe our relationship in a few hundred years or so... maybe.

But we would've thrown a few more family reunions if you could change that stubborn streak of yours.

I'm not stubborn.

So, when are you going to show me the twelve scrolls in your study?

Go away!

Yes, I know it's twelve. You kept the one for Sanjie, our third sister, even after she disappeared.

—Have you figured out who the people depicted in the scrolls are? Or did you give up on that?

Unless... you haven't even started on your self-portrait?

Why are you so stubborn?

A rainstorm.

The dark clouds have dispersed, but the moisture in the air remains palpable.

Zuo Le watches He Sheng clench his teeth and press the switch on his apparatus.

A large vehicle, the likes of which he has never seen, rolls over the fields, trampling row after row of crops underneath.

Wind blows past dead, yellow leaves, making a sound like scornful laughter.

Disaster comes and goes as it pleases.

What can mortal men do before the will of Heaven?

All these crops have to be destroyed?

Yes.

It was my first ever test field. Maize. All soaked in Originium-polluted water. No other choice.

Restoring Originium-polluted soil is extremely difficult. The land is vast, but precious little of it is fit for farming.

Even the cob of the corn was sweet. I tried it when I first came to Dahuang. It was the best thing ever.

I wanted to grow it in the earth, so that everyone could taste the sweetness, feel the joy that I did when I tried it for the first time.

Only the bare earth is left once the engine rumbling passes.

Found you, Xiaohe!

The farmers are arguing with the Tianshis after the engineers bulldozed a field. You need to come! Hurry!

Folks, the disaster has left us with little supplies and even less time. We can't afford any delays.

The decision has already been made to abandon these farms. Please, let us pass through with our tools.

Abandon? You liar! The Tianshis who planted here told me two days ago that the crop research was at a crossroads.

Who gave you the authority to trample our fields with your trucks?

'Originium particle concentration in Plate D-4 soil samples exceed acceptable limits.' That means this field is polluted and no longer usable—

We've dealt with stuff like this every year! Who do you think you are, an outsider deciding that this field should be abandoned?

These fields can't be moved. It's been polluted by natural disaster, and the higher-ups have made the decision to not save it...

This is already a bad year for the harvest! There's going to be a famine if we don't save the fields!

You've never seen thousands die of starvation, have you? All you people care about is your construction projects! You're not helping to save the fields, you're trampling them!

Dahuang belongs to us!

You speak without wisdom.

No wisdom, huh?

I'll show you wisdom!

You dare strike me?

Screw you, son of a...

I'll show you a son of a...

Hey, everybody, calm down!

Uncle Wang!

These fields...

Just look! It's bad enough that the fields were ruined by Originium, now these people are running over it with their trucks!

All they talk about is ministers and reports. Minister who? We've never seen them!

We've not received any notice of these fields being abandoned.

I thought the decision had been made to prioritize saving the soil...?

You didn't hear? The construction supplies have arrived. The rebuilding of Dahuang resumed last night.

The cost of soil repairs has been re-assessed based on the latest damage reports.

The decision was made to prioritize construction on the core and abandon the outer agricultural plates... and make preparations to move the core city.

What?!

Has research on the source of the pollutant been completed? Why the hasty decision?

This comes from Tianshi Bureaus... way up. You can ask up the chain yourself, if you don't believe it.

He Sheng turns around. The farmers stare blankly at the tread marks left on the fields.

If the Tianshi Bureaus' instructions are to abandon the fields, we will comply.

But these fields aren't just places of work; they're people's homes as well.

If there hasn't been a formal notice of evacuation, please, move this equipment elsewhere, at least for now.

Fine. But it'll happen in the next few days.

Duoxie.

I understand the hard work you folks put into farming this land, but things have changed.

People were stuck to the earth before the nomadic cities. Today, though, most agriculture takes place in hydroponic facilities on mobile plates.

To be frank, there's nothing special about this land.

You said you're studying Originium-resistant crops, but nothing's come of the research after all these years, has it?

I'm just not sure... if this is the only result, then there is no way to expand the application of the <i>Wanqing</i> 'the Ten Thousand Qing of Fertile Fields' project.

All these years, and nothing to show for it... not even a bud of hope.

They're gone. What did you say to them, Xiaohe?

Nothing special...

...I think we should get to cleaning up, Uncle Wang.

Big Buffalo? Big Buffalo! What are you doing, just standing there?

What are we gonna do? Listen to the Tianshis and move Dahuang away? Leave all these fields behind?

We should go ask the Xiangzhang.

...Say something!

She would be the first to know if anything was happening to Dahuang. If she isn't saying anything, that means it's out of her hands...

And mine...