Spring is the beginning for the people to cultivate the land, and grain is the guarantee for a year's living. If no grain can be planted, how long can everyone's surplus last? Besides, many households already have no surplus, and most of the grain at the grain stores has been forcibly requisitioned for the brutal war. Next year, when there is no land to plant, the number of people who starve or freeze to death will only multiply, beyond count.
Cheng Xiaoxiao was still lost in thought, deeply terrified, as people outside had already called her name several times.
Ah! Cheng Xiaoxiao snapped back to reality.
Seeing that she was out of sorts, everyone patiently repeated the previous question to her.
This time, Cheng Xiaoxiao spoke up quickly, "We won't enter the city; we'll bypass and go directly to Yuan Yang City. However, we now need to purchase a large quantity of supplies."
