Gu Zhang's fists clenched tightly. 'My daughter was right about what she read in those history books,' he thought. 'Drought in the north, floods in the south... I'm afraid the Da Ying Dynasty is truly finished.'
The village chief's hands were shaking as he listened. 'Gu the Second was right,' he thought. 'It really is a five-county drought. Only people who are always on the road would know this.'
The man in the lead pointed to the grain on his carts. "When I get this grain back home, it'll sell for at least ten times last year's price. There's nothing to be done about it."
