The only stall at the city gate where porridge was distributed was the government office. The Shen family's stall was empty, and the several wealthy families around who used to come to distribute porridge were nowhere to be seen.
Although Shen Heng disdained the Shen family's practice of creating a persona, she did contribute. Even if it was for reputation, it was a good deed, but she couldn't stand creating a persona every day under the pressure of natural disasters.
Seeing Chen Heng stop and look at one place, Xie Jian followed her gaze and saw countless people in mourning clothes crying in one direction. Half of the people in the village were gone.
"Let's go." Xie Jian said. In the next month, this kind of mourning will only increase, not decrease.
On the other side, many ragged and homeless people were walking by.
Chen Heng sighed in her heart, missing modern life so much. At least this kind of situation no longer existed.
At this time, Gu Feng's voice came from not far away: "Ouyang En, these two pieces of wood are for you."
"Don't worry."
The two looked over and saw that the wooden shed that had been erected half a month ago was being dismantled. Ouyang En, the young man they had seen a few days ago, gently lifted a waist-thick piece of wood with one hand and put it on his left shoulder, and with his other hand he lifted another waist-thick piece of wood and put it on his right shoulder.
This relaxed look gave Chen Heng a strange feeling, as if she could also lift these two heavy pieces of wood.
"Ouyang En is now a yamen runner." Xie Jian said.
As soon as the words fell, Ouyang Enyi saw them and greeted them cheerfully: "Xie Jian, Madam Shen."
Shen Heng responded with a smile.
The situation inside the city is no better than outside.
The people passing by kept cursing the unscrupulous businessmen. Vegetables that usually cost a few cents had increased in price by more than ten cents, not to mention meat.
"These black-hearted businessmen will not have a good death."
"I just hope that God will open his eyes and melt the ice and snow so that we can all have land to farm. Then we'll see who will buy food from these unscrupulous merchants."
"No one buys it even at such a low price." The people around cursed as they walked.
Xie Jian's eyes moved, and he glanced at the man who said that no one would buy even if it was sold at a low price. Then under what circumstances would no one buy even if it was sold at a low price?
Chen Heng listened and felt extremely fortunate that she had opened a grocery store earlier and bought more than a dozen bags of rice and charcoal, as well as some odds and ends and dry goods. Otherwise, she would have been in a passive position.
However, Xie Jian now knows so many people, so he won’t starve.
When they got home, little Xie Min ran over, threw himself into Shen Heng's arms, and called out crisply, "Uncle, Auntie."
Xie Jian picked him up and walked into the kitchen.
Xia had already prepared lunch, a few pancakes and rice soup.
Now little Xie Min has almost recovered and can eat a big bowl of rice every meal with them.
After taking a sip of the fragrant rice soup, Chen Heng asked, "Sister-in-law, Ajian, is one bag of rice enough for us per month?" She thought that a sack should be two dou according to the unit of Da Congchao. She weighed it and estimated that it was about 20 kilograms.
"That's enough." Talking about food, Xia's face was full of smiles. "We still have a lot of beans, rice, black beans, red beans, green beans, and several buckets of them at home. We also have flour and a bag of rice that we can't finish in a month."
Chen Heng knew that ordinary people did not have the habit of eating refined rice all the time. They basically mixed some of the rice with other ingredients and used it to make porridge or porridge oil. Most people ate it like this.
Xie Jian looked at Chen Heng coldly, waiting for what she would say next.
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