Grandma Zhao and her daughter-in-law Li Shulan supported each other, wiping away tears as they walked.
Lin Yinan thought he was grieving for the deceased Lin Zheng, so she opened her mouth and uttered "Brother" naturally.
"What's wrong with Anan?" Lin Yiheng's voice was a little hoarse.
What's the situation in Sword City right now?
Lin Yiheng looked sad. "The city is under guard now. Refugees from other cities can enter the city with their household registration, but they are not allowed to stay in the city. If they stay overnight, they have to pay money and stay in a designated place."
Lin Yinan then asked, "Will it be possible to buy grain?"
"After hearing that Xincheng had also fallen, the merchants in the city quietly closed their shops overnight and fled south with their families," Lin Yiheng said helplessly, shaking his head.
Although merchants are driven by profit, times are tough, and in critical moments, survival is the most important thing.
"The government doesn't care about things that affect the market economy?"
Lin Yiheng thought to himself that his younger sister was still too naive.
"The government is already overwhelmed with the war and merchants are abandoning their grain and fleeing. The government is getting so much grain for free, they're overjoyed."
At this moment, Lin Fu whispered from the side, "Miss, luckily the young master is smart. As soon as Pingcheng fell, he used all the silver he had to buy food."
How many?
Lin Fu held up five fingers and whispered, "Five hundred jin."
"Didn't the other students in the village know that you bought so much grain?" Lin Yinan asked again.
Lin Fu said, "Others, once they understand the reasoning behind it, will follow your example."
Grandma Zhao tapped Lin Fu's head with her finger, "You little rascal."
The family walked along, talking quietly.
Lin Yiheng kept looking back. The two horses that Lin Yinan was leading were painted in bright colors and covered with bags and packages. It was hard to tell whether they were horses or mules.
"Little sister, is this a horse?"
In the end, he couldn't help but ask Lin Yinan.
“Horse,” Lin Yinan said.
Upon hearing that it was a horse, Lin Yiheng gasped, "Where did this horse come from?"
"I stole the Ferghana horse from the Hu people." Lin Yinan didn't hide anything from his older brother.
Lin Yi'an raised her little head and looked at Lin Yinan with admiration, "Brother, isn't sister amazing?"
“Yes, our Anan is the best!” Lin Yiheng chimed in.
She secretly decided that since her younger sister had gone through so much trouble to escape from Pingcheng with her mother and brother, she would never let her worry about anything at home again.
At this point, the village chief instructed Lin Fulai to inform the villagers behind him to prepare their household registration documents and get ready to line up to enter the city.
The people of Linjia Village queued for nearly two hours before they were all checked and allowed to enter the city.
The village chief listened to the opinions of Lin Yiheng and his group of five, used public funds to pay for the overnight stay, and led the villagers to stay in the city for the night before setting off again the next morning.
The people of Linjia Village were taken to a spacious open space.
Many simple tents have been set up in the open space, and those who come here to spend the night are families with relatively good living conditions.
Lin Yinan noticed that next to each household were either oxcarts, mule carts, or even horse-drawn carriages.
“There are many refugees lingering outside the city. They are unaware of the danger and are hoping that the government will provide porridge. It is safe to spend the night here.” Seeing his sister looking around, Lin Yiheng explained to her in a low voice.
Old Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Zhang took the things they would need for the night off the cow's back.
"Brother Heng, where can we get water around here?" Lin Shuo asked Lin Yiheng, carrying a bucket. "The horses and oxen have been traveling all day, and we don't have much water left."
“Uncle, the Wudao River in the city flows over there. Why don’t you call the villagers to go and fight together?”
Lin Yiheng pointed in the direction of the river, where people were carrying torches and moving back and forth.
“Second Master Lin, I’ll take you there,” Lin Fu volunteered.
Zhang took out four more buckets, saying, "Bring some back; we'll need them for cooking."
"Let's go and tell the village chief."
The two men found a carrying pole and carried the two empty buckets to the village chief.
Lin Zhaohui and two classmates, along with several villagers, came to find Lin Yiheng with two oxcarts to bring back the 800 jin of grain they had bought.
"Ah Heng, let's go to the clan house to bring back the grain we bought. Do you want to come with us?"
The Lin family ancestors owned a three-courtyard family property in Jiancheng, not far from Jiancheng Academy, for the students of Jiancheng Academy to live in.
It wasn't far from Jiancheng Academy, so Lin Yiheng declined, saying, "No, you guys go ahead."
"Brother Zhang, do you need us to help you bring back the grain you bought for you?" Lin Zhaohui asked tentatively.
During their time at the academy, Lin Yiheng and Brother Zhang were quite close, and he didn't tell them how much grain he had bought.
Lin Yiheng doesn't spend much money, and he even copies books for bookstores in his spare time, so he must have saved up quite a bit of money.
"It's not much. My uncle will be back soon, and I'll go with him."
"Okay, then we're off."
It was getting late, so Lin Zhaohui had no choice but to lead his people away dejectedly.
After they walked away, Lin Yiheng harnessed the cart to one of the horses.
Lin Yinan asked, "Brother, did you buy grain?"
When Li Shulan, Old Mrs. Zhao, and Zhang Shi heard her say this, they quickly gathered around.
Surrounded by busy villagers, Lin Yiheng approached them and whispered, "I had Afu secretly buy five hundred catties of grain."
"So many?" Grandma Zhao exclaimed in surprise.
Zhang wanted to reach out and cover her mouth but didn't dare. "Mother, keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear us."
Lin Yinan said, "Brother, I'll go with you to get it."
"You're a young lady, wait for your uncle to come back and go with your brother," Old Mrs. Zhao disagreed.
"Grandma, let me and my older brother go. I'm strong."
Lin Yisong's head peeked out from next to Zhang.
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