"Is there plenty of grain?" Zhang's eyes lit up.

Lin Shuo shook his head and said, "The servants of the Su family said that a large number of refugees gathered outside the city some time ago. They don't know if the manor has been invaded yet. They are afraid of missing Master Su, so they dare not leave the city gate."

"Is there plenty of grain?" That was all Old Mrs. Zhao cared about.

Lin Yinan said, "We'll know once we go and see."

However, she didn't hold out much hope. With so many refugees, who could possibly stop people who were starving? It would be a miracle if they didn't dig three feet into the ground.

Led by the Su family, the group of people from Linjia Village slowly departed.

As we left the city gate, it was getting late.

Everyone was carrying a lot of things on their backs or shoulders, so they walked slowly. It took them almost an hour to walk before they turned onto a small path.

The path was narrow and difficult to walk on, with barren fields on both sides and no villages in sight.

"This huge area of ​​land is said to belong to the Su family."

Li Shulan had previously heard Lin Zheng mention many things about the Su family.

Grandma Zhao looked regretful and said, "What a pity!"

“The family has so much land that they can’t cultivate it all. Look how barren this land is; they haven’t planted anything this year.” Zhang shook her head with a tsk-tsk.

“Auntie, that’s not how it is. From Jiancheng to Yicheng, there hasn’t been a drop of rain since the beginning of the year. The drought is so severe that the crops simply can’t survive,” Lin Yiheng explained from the side.

"No wonder, the ground here is cracked."

A cool breeze blows, and you can faintly smell a strong smoky odor in the air.

Lin Yinan wondered if someone was cooking over a fire or setting a fire.

At this moment, the group walked up a bare hillside and saw flames shooting into the sky from the houses in the valley ahead.