Wang Yi was really helpless. He didn't dare to take out many things and couldn't wait for the autumn harvest to come.
The sons also came back from the fields one after another, washed their faces and hands, fed the cattle, and counted the farm tools.
On the ground in front of the campfire, there was a large bowl of white flour buns, a large bowl of hemp leaves, and a large bowl of bacon stewed with beans.
At the end, there was a small plate of glutinous rice balls. Led by Li Qubing, Mo Xin, Yuan Er and Tie Zhu all gathered around, waiting for Wang Yi to give the order to eat.
The aroma of grain and steamed buns penetrated the nostrils and invaded the minds of everyone present.
White flour steamed buns! What a luxury.
This used to cost two copper coins each in the city, but now because of the refugees, prices of all kinds of goods have gone up, and a white steamed bun costs three copper coins.
If we continue to eat like this, the family will be in deficit no matter how much money they make.
Li Shenggen felt a little distressed, but when he thought of what his mother said, that the city lord had given them a shop and a house, he suddenly felt less sad.
My mother is so amazing. Even the city lord has become a guest at home these days.
They had never dared to imagine such a person before.
Others had the same idea.
So whenever Wang Yi looks at someone, he is guaranteed to see a filial piety value on that person's head.
"Filial piety +2!"
"Filial piety +2!"
…
"Gained 24 points of filial piety!"
...Not bad, you've been quite sensible lately.
"Don't be disgusted, City Lord and Madam. We live in the countryside and don't have any fine food. These are all we have."
Wang Yi looked up and saw the city lord's wife's gaze lingering on the hemp leaves.
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