The total grain supply in Xifeng is only enough to last until the end of next spring. If refugees from other places come during that time, the food shortage will be even more severe. Hopefully, the sweet potato and corn harvest will be plentiful by then.

“We don’t have to worry about sweet potato seeds; we can plant them using sweet potato vines. We also have corn seeds; my aunt planted them all in her space. But what if we suddenly produce so many grain seeds? How will you explain it to others when they ask?” Song Tantan was worried that her space would be exposed.

"Just say it was found in Duke's granary. We'll put the seeds in the granary, and who knows what's in Duke's granary? Everyone who knows will be dead, and we can say whatever we want about the rest." Ye Moxun looked at her cautious face and chuckled as he reached out and ruffled her hair.

Song Tantan always wore her hair in a bun, but he messed it up completely. She tilted her head and slapped his hand away, saying, "Don't take advantage of being taller than me to keep pulling my hair. It's annoying."

A few days later, Ye Moxun held an exam at the yamen. It wasn't an imperial examination, but rather an exam because all the officials in Xifeng had died, leaving no one of use. He urgently needed capable people to help manage Xifeng.

Because so many people had died before, a few days ago he saw that those who came to collect food were mostly women, children and the elderly, and there weren't many young men. He guessed that many of them had died fighting to protect their families and escape with Duke's men, so there weren't many left.

When he posted the notice, he was worried that not many people would come to take the exam. After all, many poor people in ancient times had never been to school, and scholars were rare. He wondered if they would all die out. It was very worrying.

Registration is required three days before the exam. Looking at the list, it's not bad; there are more than 30 people who have registered. The youngest person who registered is only 12 years old, and the oldest is already 50.

These thirty people must be treating this exam like the imperial examination. Since the famine began, the Jin Dynasty has not held an imperial examination for seven years. Scholars are really having a run of bad luck.