Chapter 31 Relief for Southern Xinjiang
Southern Xinjiang is densely populated with limited land. It has three main towns, each managed by one of the three largest villages in the region.
The largest city in terms of area and population is the central city where the Southern Frontier King's Palace and the Southern Frontier General Village are located. The other two are the Northern City, which is under the jurisdiction of the Northern Wall Village, and the Southern City, which is under the jurisdiction of the Southern Pavilion Village.
Beiyuan Village and Nanting Village are roughly the same size and population, and have always tacitly acknowledged the "leader" status of the Southern Frontier General Village, making decisions on all major matters.
Moreover, the leaders of both the North and South villages in this generation are women. The two women and the chief village leader Situ Yu, who is also the maternal grandmother of Si Tu and his sister, were childhood friends.
During the decades of their rule, southern Xinjiang also experienced unprecedented stability and harmony.
Due to historical reasons and population composition, there are still hundreds of villages of varying sizes below these three major towns, each managed by its own chieftain.
The village chiefs are mostly the heads of large families that have been in power for generations. In the eyes of ordinary villagers, the power and status of these village chiefs are even greater than those of the three major villages, or even the royal palace and the imperial court.
Some villagers have been oppressed for generations and have forgotten how to resist.
In order to live a better life, some villagers would try to please and protect these village chiefs and their families. This gave these village chiefs and their families absolute power in the village, resulting in huge differences in the living conditions of villagers in different villages.
A good village chief will always consider the needs of the villagers, and the whole village will be very united.
If the chieftain is less powerful, he will exploit the villagers year after year. However, because he has too much power, the villagers dare not resist and even have to treat him with great respect.
To put it bluntly, the entire southern Xinjiang region is essentially a smaller version of "Daning".
However, Da Ning was a region controlled by a vassal king, while the local power in the southern border was the chieftains of various villages and their families.
That being said...
The granaries in southern Xinjiang were located in the three main cities: twenty granaries in the central city and ten in each of the northern and southern cities.
Ten days ago, the people in various places had almost finished eating their stored grain, so the chieftains of each village sent able-bodied men from their villages to the towns under their jurisdiction to ask for more grain.
The granaries in the three towns were opened almost simultaneously, and the grain was distributed according to the number of people in each village.
When the need arises, each village will naturally begin distributing porridge.
The specific details are unclear, but the central city and both the north and south cities began distributing porridge eight days ago, and the number of porridge stalls has gradually increased from the initial two to dozens.
However, the area surrounding the central city is directly under the jurisdiction of the main stronghold, and its population is much larger than that of other strongholds.
With other refugees arriving from other villages, the city's food supply was consumed at an alarming rate once all these people gathered in the central city.
Nowadays, the porridge served at the porridge stalls near the city gate is getting thinner and thinner every day, while the number of people gathering outside the city is increasing day by day.
Even with guards watching day and night, there were still many minor skirmishes.
It's almost noon, and the blazing sun is making people irritable and restless.
Dozens of porridge stalls at the city gate have already started cooking porridge.
Because there wasn't enough rice, today's porridge was even thinner than yesterday's.
The people lined up in long queues in front of the porridge stall early in the morning, looking listless. Some of them even carried baskets filled with withered wild vegetables.
The prolonged drought has killed most of the wild grass and vegetables.
But people will still pick some; if they are really starving, they will eat a little to fill their stomachs, which is better than nothing.
The disaster victims sat listlessly on the scorching ground, not daring to go to the shady spot under the wall, for fear that the spot they had finally managed to get would be taken by someone else.
Everyone knows that the city is probably running out of food, so they are all just trying to make do with what they have.
The faint aroma of rice porridge and the hunger stimulating their taste buds made the disaster victims' stomachs rumble.
But it wasn't time yet, so they could only endure their hunger and the heat while they waited.
A servant from the Prince's mansion stood in the porridge stall, sleeves rolled up, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan, but the sweltering weather still made him sweat profusely.
Sweat trickled into his eyes, and he raised his hand to wipe it away.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps rushed towards them, accompanied by a woman's heavy breathing.
The servant hurriedly opened his eyes and saw a woman carrying a small baby staggering over. Her steps were unsteady, and her lips were pale, clearly indicating that she was weak.
She ran to the porridge stall, picked up the bronze ladle next to the pot without saying a word, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and poured it into her mouth.
"What are you doing!" The servant was so frightened that he hurriedly tried to snatch it away.
Drinking scalding hot porridge like this will definitely burn your throat.
The woman's spoon was taken away, and half of the porridge in the spoon spilled onto the ground.
She collapsed to the ground, holding her child, and broke down in tears. Her lips and chin were red from the boiling porridge, and blisters would likely form soon.
The commotion was so loud that everyone noticed it.
The disaster victims closest to the soup kitchen all changed their expressions slightly when they saw the half-spoon of soup spilled on the ground.
What a waste of perfectly good food!
What a terrible thing!
"What are you doing?" the servant asked, gripping the spoon tightly, afraid of being robbed again.
The servants in the other soup kitchens also became more cautious, keeping their eyes fixed on the surrounding disaster victims, just in case.
The woman held her child and cried her heart out, her voice hoarse and unpleasant.
The baby in her arms also let out a faint cry, like a helpless kitten.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The woman held her child and apologized again and again. "It's all my fault. I couldn't feed you properly."
The woman was pale and thin, as if she had not only been starving for a few days, but had never eaten a full meal.
In her condition, the baby naturally wouldn't have any milk to drink.
Many disaster victims felt sorry for the woman, and some even wanted to give her the wild vegetables they had picked, but were stopped by their families.
In this day and age, nobody cares about anyone else.
The reason why disaster victims still have the leisure to sympathize with others is because they haven't completely run out of food.
If a few more days pass and there is truly nothing left to eat, people may do all sorts of ugly things and will have no time to sympathize with others.
Seeing how pitiful the woman and child were, the servant couldn't help but feel compassion and took a bowl to give her a bowl of thick porridge.
Tears streamed down the woman's face as she looked at the porridge offered to her. Holding her child, she struggled to kneel down, wanting to kowtow to the servant.
The servant refused and handed her the bowl instead.
After taking the porridge, the woman drank two sips herself, then held a mouthful of porridge in her mouth until it wasn't so hot before bending down to feed it directly to the child.
She couldn't produce milk immediately, so she could only feed the baby rice water.
Whether the child will survive is up to fate.
A man at the back of the queue craned his neck to watch the whole thing. Seeing that the woman was able to get such a thick bowl of porridge, he rolled his eyes, turned around, and pulled his five-year-old son over.
Because the family's financial situation wasn't too bad before, the child was well raised; he was dark-skinned, strong, and very resilient.
However, in order to save food rations, they have been eating less and less over the past month, and the child has become dark and thin, with chapped lips.
The man squatted down and whispered a few words in his son's ear.
The child's eyes gleamed with intelligence. After hearing his father's words, he immediately closed his eyes and slumped down, as if he had fainted.
"My son!" the man cried out in anguish. "It's my fault, wake up! You can't leave your father all alone!"
His cries sounded even more pitiful than those of the woman from before.
Everyone turned to look, and saw the man pick up his son, rush to the nearest soup kitchen, and kneel down with a thud.
"Please, sir, save us! My son and I have come from the north and haven't eaten for days. Please, have some food!" The man cried out hoarsely, and in his grief, he suddenly coughed.
The servant from the Prince's mansion who was in charge of the porridge stall was startled. Seeing that the child was indeed unconscious and seemed to be breathing more gas than gas, he immediately hesitated.
Since we're about to start distributing porridge anyway, why don't we give him a bowl first?
"Don't give it to him!" someone in the crowd shouted. "This guy stole someone else's porridge yesterday!"
"Yes! I recognize him too, sir. You absolutely cannot give it to him!"
"If anyone could just step forward and ask for porridge, why would we need to queue?"
"That's right! Why don't we just go up and grab the porridge?"
The crowd instantly became restless.
The kneeling man cried and protested, "I didn't! I only arrived here today!"
The patrolling guards sensed something was wrong and rushed over to maintain order, while others went to search for the princess and the young prince.
Just now, more than a dozen village chiefs came to the city. The King of Southern Xinjiang was receiving them together with the chief chief and others to discuss important matters.
Therefore, choosing a princess or a prince is the most correct and reasonable choice.
When Si Tu Zhaoling and her younger brother arrived, they saw that the people had completely stopped queuing and were pushing and shoving, craning their necks, standing on tiptoe, and raising their bowls high.
The cries, screams, and curses... it was like a living hell.
The guards tried their best to maintain order, but there were too many disaster victims. If the guards were to take care of one side, trouble would break out on the other side.
The servant who was serving the woman porridge had already turned pale and was trembling as he poured porridge into the bowl that was handed to him. He knew he had caused trouble, and in his panic and fear, he did not even notice that the bowl of porridge had already been filled once.
After the disaster victims squeezed to the front hurriedly drank a bowl, they would take advantage of the chaos to pass on their empty bowls so that they could drink a second bowl.
Those who couldn't squeeze in from behind pushed forward frantically. Some fell, and some children and women were squeezed so hard they couldn't breathe, but no one cared.
"Sister," Si Tu Zhaoyao's voice trembled slightly, "what should we do?"
Si Tu Zhaoling's heart pounded like a drum, and a chill ran down his spine.
We can't let this get out of hand; this situation must be stopped immediately! We couldn't wait to call Grandma.
"Brother, did you bring that megaphone?"
Si Tu Zhaoyao had previously created something called a "loudspeaker," shaped like a morning glory. When you spoke into the smaller end, the sound would be louder.
“On the city wall,” he said.
Si Tu Zhaoling immediately turned around and went back into the city gate, quickly ran up the stone steps, and came all the way to the top of the city tower.
Si Tu Zhaoyao followed his sister up to the city wall, and then he immediately went to the guardhouse to find the loudspeaker.
Having obtained the megaphone, Si Tu Zhaoling immediately ran to the city wall and looked down.
The crowd was so dense that it seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.
"Please be quiet! Be quiet!"
The girl's powerful voice carried far through the loudspeaker, and the disaster victims, the servants distributing porridge, and the soldiers, all sweating profusely, looked up at her.
On the high city wall, a girl and a boy, dressed in a crimson dress, stood side by side.
"It's the princess and the young prince!"
Someone shouted something, and the crowd erupted in an uproar.
"Please line up, everyone. We will make sure the rice porridge is delivered to you. We have limited manpower, so there are only a few dozen porridge stalls for now, but there will definitely be enough porridge. Please understand!" Si Tu Zhaoling spoke clearly, making sure everyone could hear her.
"This porridge is so thin it's like rice water. One bowl each isn't enough to fill us up!"
"Please, Your Highness, have some compassion and cook more porridge. We're all going to starve to death if this continues."
"There are so many grain merchants and so much grain in the city, please, Your Highness, have a kind heart and buy more!"
"That's right. The Prince's Mansion and the General's Stronghold are so rich. Even if they just slip a little out of their fingers, it would be enough for us to get through famine years."
"Please, Your Highness, have some compassion!"
The disaster victims, one after another, quickly set up both the royal palace and the Southern Frontier General Village.
Si Tu Zhaoyao was a little afraid of these people's reckless charge, but now he was so angry at their words that the veins on his forehead were throbbing.
"What do they mean by this? Our royal residence and the main stronghold have been lenient with them, haven't they? We've never overtaxed them or exploited them, so where did they get so much money?"
The price of grain in the city has now increased several times over, reaching an outrageous level.
In this situation, even selling the royal palace wouldn't yield much grain.
The young man, in a fit of anger, blurted out: "These ungrateful bastards should have collected all the money and provisions like they do elsewhere!"
The city tower was very high, and everyone was clamoring for them to give away their money, so they couldn't hear what he was saying.
Si Tu Zhaoling had never seen such a scene before and was at a loss for how to react.
Fortunately, the farce was quelled, preventing more serious consequences.
She wanted to assure everyone that there would definitely be food, but she herself wasn't sure.
What if the high priest doesn't come looking for her?
Moreover, the high priest did not say he would give her food, but only that he would solve her problem.
What if the solution they propose is to simply kill all the people in southern Xinjiang...?
Si Tu Zhaoling's mind was in a mess.
The disaster victims were starving and wanted to continue receiving porridge, but they also wanted the princess to give them a definite answer so that they could use that promise to force the royal palace to spend money to buy more grain.
The pleas for the princess to intervene grew louder and louder, and Si Tu Zhaoling's hands were trembling.
Si Tu Zhaoyao didn't know what to do either, and looked at her sister anxiously.
There was no news from the imperial court, and the Prince of Pingxi could not provide any extra grain.
Currently, only grain merchants have grain in southern Xinjiang, so the only way to ensure that these people can continue to have food is to buy grain.
Si Tu Zhaoling raised the megaphone again.
Please agree, at least to put everyone at ease.
But if grain merchants raise prices again, even if they spend all their savings, how much can they buy?
Just as she was hesitating, she suddenly heard a distant dragon's roar.
She was startled and suddenly looked up at the sky.
Under the blazing sun, a long, golden dragon arrives, carried by an ancient wind, scattering a halo of illusory light.
Her heart pounded faster and harder, and Si Tu Zhaoling seemed to smell a faint fragrance of plum blossoms, just like in the Divine Realm.
The long dragon swam above her head, and the god's clear, cold voice echoed in her mind: "Go to the granary, I will enter your dream to bestow grain upon you."
High Priest.
It's the High Priest!
The other party really heard her request and came to help her ahead of time.
Moreover, the high priest said he would give her grain, and that was grain!
Grain that can save southern Xinjiang from disaster!
"Thank you, High Priest! I'll go right away!"
She excitedly assured the dragon, and then she saw the dragon murmur and swim into the brilliant sunlight, disappearing from sight.
Si Tu Zhaoyao, who had been standing nearby, saw her sister suddenly look up at the sky with a look of fervent joy.
He sensed something was wrong and was about to call her when he heard her say something else.
High Priest?
Why are those three words again?
He couldn't understand it, but then he saw that his sister's expression no longer showed any hesitation or unease. Instead, she solemnly promised the people below the city wall, "Please rest assured, the Prince's Palace and the General Village will never lack food for you!"
Hearing her so confident, most of the people felt reassured.
Only a small number of people still have doubts, and naturally there are those who want to take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble. However, things haven't completely fallen into chaos yet, so it wouldn't be reasonable for them to cause trouble. Instead, they might be used as an example to make an example of someone.
Therefore, everyone quieted down and, under the organization of the guards, lined up again.
Si Tu Zhaoling handed the megaphone back to her younger brother and said, "Go and call your grandmother and the others to the granary."
After saying that, she ran down the city wall and hurried towards the direction where the granary was located.
Si Tu Zhaoyao had countless questions in his mind, but he was used to listening to his sister, so he only hesitated for a second before running towards the main camp.
The council hall of the Southern Xinjiang General Village.
King Baili Hao of the Southern Frontier and Chief Situ Yu of the General Village sat at the head of the table, while Si Tu Anli sat in a chair next to his mother, also in one of the main seats.
On the other side, facing each other, there were a dozen or so chairs and tea tables, which were now fully occupied by the top chieftains of the Southern Frontier.
Neither the chieftains of the North and South villages came, nor did several powerful and influential chieftains under their jurisdiction.
It seems that these local chieftains have conspired to put pressure on the three major chieftains.
Therefore, the two chieftains are probably facing the same situation as Situ Yu at this moment.
One of the village chiefs said with a bitter face, "Old chief, you must help our Quanjing Village. Our village's food supplies can only last for one more day at most, and we will run out of food tomorrow."
"It's the same in our village. Even yesterday's porridge was almost empty, with hardly any rice left. The villagers are so hungry that they've started eating tree bark."
“I would like to buy some grain to at least get through this crisis, but the price of grain in the city has increased several times over, so we can’t afford it even if we wanted to.”
"Yes! Old chieftain, Your Highness, you must help us think of a way."
Listening to the lamentations of the various village chiefs, the three people at the head of the table didn't even blink.
They already have a plan, which, while not perfect, is enough to get through this crisis.
Seeing that the others did not react, the village chiefs continued to embellish their stories, while their eyes kept glancing at the person in the main seat in the middle.
Situ Yu was nearly seventy years old. His silver hair was tied up with an ordinary silver hairpin. In his left hand, he held a shiny cane that was as tall as him and was decorated with several colorful ribbons and silver bells.
After listening to their complaints enough, she tapped the ground with her cane, and the chattering village chiefs fell silent.
"You've all come here today just to ask for money and food, haven't you?" Situ Yu stared at the crowd with his cloudy eyes. "I'll give you all a straight answer today: even if my Southern Frontier General Headquarters empties its coffers, it will still protect the people."
The chieftains breathed a sigh of relief, but then Situ Yu changed the subject, saying, "But I need you all to put away those little thoughts."
Her gaze suddenly sharpened as she swept over the bandit leaders dressed in brocade robes: "I know exactly how much silver and grain you have in your hands."
“During this famine, you all eat until your bellies are round and your faces are shiny with oil, yet you send the people of your own villages to beg for food in other villages, and if they can’t find any, they have to go to even more distant places.”
The village chiefs, who had just been complaining about being poor, subconsciously looked at each other, their expressions slightly embarrassed. Some of them with large bellies even covered themselves with their sleeves.
Situ Yu scoffed coldly: "When you came here, you must have seen those refugees outside the city, right? How many of them are from my main village? And how many of them fled here from your own villages? You all know the answer, don't you?"
She knew that not all the village chiefs cared for their villagers, but because their main village and the royal palace hadn't collected much grain tax before, the village chiefs hadn't exploited the villagers too much, and most of the villagers were still doing quite well.
But now that a year of disaster has arrived, these people can no longer hide their greedy nature.
Situ Yu knew these people's character well, so when she opened the granaries to distribute grain, she instructed the two chieftains of Beiyuan Village and Nanting Village to be careful and give them about the same amount of grain, and absolutely not too much.
If more is given, more grain will end up in the private coffers of these village chiefs.
The chieftains had enough grain for their own consumption, but they still wanted to take a cut before distributing the disaster relief. Anyone with eyes could see what they were up to.
They wanted to wait until the grain in the granary was completely used up.
When the grain supplies ran out, the three villages had no choice but to spend money to buy grain from grain merchants for disaster relief.
With grain prices remaining high, these village chiefs can make a fortune by reselling their grain.
These people just want to profit from disasters.
Of course, not all chieftains are like this, but those below the hall today inevitably have some other thoughts.
They probably thought that they had money, power, and people, so why couldn't they become the chief of the village?
When people's hearts become wild, they naturally become more selfish.
However, as long as these people have something they want, Situ Yu can make a deal with them.
She had just pointed out everyone's thoughts, which was a way of giving them a warning.
She then softened her voice and said earnestly, "Now that we are facing a great calamity, our southern border village must unite as one. I remember your hard work in contributing money and effort. In the future, if there is anything in the main village that needs your presence, you will be the first to be put in charge."
The Southern Frontier General Village was like a small imperial court, with its own power structure.
Since the previous dynasty, the Si Tu family has held the positions of chief of the stronghold and holy maiden. One manages the practical affairs, while the other unifies the ideology. Together, they firmly control the southern border.
Below the chieftain and the holy maiden, there are six government offices similar to those of the Great Ning Dynasty, as well as numerous official positions.
These officials were all capable people promoted from various villages, and they could bring more benefits and interests to their own villages. The more powerful leaders and the like could almost be compared with the local village chiefs in terms of status and position.
Situ Yu's words implied that he wanted to use the official positions in the main camp as a bargaining chip.
As for what to replace...
"Since the old chief has brought it up, I won't hold back anymore. I still have some surplus grain at home, and I can't bear to see the villagers suffering like this. I'm willing to donate it all," the chief of Quanjing Village said righteously.
He started it, and the other village chiefs immediately followed suit.
But their claim of "donating it all" is obviously not true. They will donate at most half, and the other half will still be sold.
“Then thank you all in advance. I have already spoken with the grain merchants in the central city,” Situ Yu said. “They will lower the price of grain and sell it at twice the previous price.”
Even doubling your money would be quite a lot.
Situ Yu naturally didn't talk to the grain merchants; those merchants wouldn't be so easily persuaded.
But if these village chiefs sell their grain at low prices, then the grain merchants will have to lower their prices even if they don't want to.
Even doubling the amount can actually earn you quite a bit.
If those grain merchants feel that the price of grain is low and want to sell grain in other places, they will have to spend manpower and resources, and also have to consider losses. It would be better to earn twice the money in southern Xinjiang.
However, the village chiefs exchanged glances and were not satisfied with the price.
“Grain prices have increased fivefold now,” said one of the village chiefs. “There’s no way those grain merchants could lower them to half price, could there?”
“I think so too, it should be at least three times more.”
They were all talking at once, referring to themselves as "grain merchants," but actually they were talking about their own prices.
These people want to earn three times the money.
Greed knows no bounds!
Situ Yu stroked his cane, mentally calculating the losses again and again, but no matter how he calculated it, he was at a loss.
"Have any of you heard of that Prince Ning?" Baili Hao suddenly asked.
Everyone looked at him.
The man was in his early thirties, with a handsome face and a slight smile, exuding a gentle and refined air.
"Of course I've heard of it."
"Do you all know that Lord Ning has 50,000 Qin family soldiers under his command?"
The southern border was conquered by Emperor Wuzong and the Qin family army. How could they not know that?
Almost all of them had heard their elders recount the glory of Emperor Wuzong and the Qin family army.
Why did Baili Hao bring up the Qin family army and Qin Xiao?
“That Prince Ning is no ordinary person who wants to maintain the status quo.” Baili Hao didn’t actually know who Qin Xiao was, but that didn’t stop him from using the other’s name to intimidate these chieftains from the south.
Neither Emperor Chengzong nor Emperor Yingzong had paid much attention to the southern border, which is why the people there lived so comfortably.
What they fear most is that someone will come and interfere with them.
When Baili Hao was first sent here, he was targeted quite a bit. Fortunately, the chief chief's family was kind and knew that he had no choice, so they helped him out of trouble many times.
In particular, St. Anli, who was a saintess, had saved his life twice.
In this back and forth, the young, handsome man and beautiful woman, who were of similar temperament, naturally fell deeply in love.
It was only after that that he was able to gain a firm foothold in the southern border region and never took advantage of the situation to suppress these village chiefs.
So when these people saw that he didn't seem to have any deterrent power, they gradually lowered their guard and continued to live their carefree lives.
Now Baili Hao wants to tell them that the world has changed.
Qin Xiao was not one to maintain the status quo. He held great power and had the Qin family army, so it would be easy for him to take control of the southern border.
Everyone understood his implied meaning, and their expressions immediately changed.
Baili Hao didn't say anything more, but everyone understood what he meant.
As the King of Southern Xinjiang, Baili Hao has absolute authority over Southern Xinjiang. If Qin Xiao really sends troops to attack, these villages, including the main village, have no right to resist. If they resist, they will be traitors.
But Baili Hao is different. As long as he stands in front of them as the King of Southern Xinjiang, even Qin Xiao will not be able to set foot in the territory of Southern Xinjiang.
Previously, everyone only regarded him as the saintess's husband, and had almost forgotten his true identity.
But now, they seem to have a new understanding of the King of Southern Xinjiang before them.
Indeed, how could he be brainless, having emerged unscathed from the succession struggle during the reign of Emperor Seongjong?
With the pros and cons laid bare, the group lost all interest in haggling and agreed to the "double" price.
The current situation is not suitable for a large banquet, so Situ Yu saw off the chieftains directly.
No sooner had they left than Si Tu Zhaoyao rushed in.
As soon as he came in, he hurriedly pulled the three of them out, saying as they walked, "My sister said we should go to the granary."
"The granary? Has something happened?" All three of them were anxious.
"I don't know, that's what my older sister said."
"Then let's go quickly."
When the three of them rushed to the granary, Si Tu Zhaoling was already asleep, leaning against the wall in the huge Jiazi Granary.
In the realm of gods.
Chu Jiubian sat on the throne and let out a soft breath.
He knew something must have happened in the southern border region when he heard the system notification during court.
Fortunately, the morning court session ended at that time, and he rushed back to Yaotai Residence without stopping.
On the way, he first had the system send a message to Si Tu Zhaoling, and then as soon as he got back and lay down on the bed, he immediately entered the Divine Realm.
Although he didn't run the whole way, he was still a little out of breath, so much so that he instinctively took a deep breath after entering the Divine Realm to feel better.
Si Tu Zhaoling entered the Divine Realm for the second time, but was still startled by the initial feeling of weightlessness, letting out a short scream.
Fortunately, Jin Feng flew in time to catch her, and together they passed through the clouds.
She saw again the huge and sacred phantom of the god, and many rows of stacked grain sacks in the vast white space.
These were all bought by Chu Jiubian.
The packaging was also automatically changed by the system to the burlap sacks commonly used in the Great Ning Dynasty.
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