Think of a way? What can we do? Right now, there's only a trickle of mud and sand, but after some time, it'll be spewing out like a volcanic eruption, engulfing much of the city. The seemingly gentle mudslide disaster is bound to come! Its destructive aftermath is permanent because once the mudslide ceases to flow and solidifies completely, it's like the hardest concrete, permanently devouring most buildings and materials. The already scarce arable land will become even scarcer. In the apocalypse, even soil has become precious.
Jing Shu squinted, pondering her next move. This was a problem she hadn't encountered in her previous life. Even with all her early preparations, human calculations couldn't rival the heavens. But fortunately, Grandpa Jing discovered it early, giving her time to prepare again.
