Food

After seeing the refugees, Chen Feng walked alone to the city wall and flew up.

Looking out over the distant land, he saw more refugees trudging this way in a steady stream. Though they were not particularly numerous, the scattered people formed a long line.

It was still unclear exactly how many there were, but Chen Feng could tell at a glance that the line contained quite a lot of people.

Many of them were dragging their families along, dressed in tattered clothes and starved to skin and bones.

When they saw the city ahead, many began to cheer, as though they had finally found a good place. Their eyes brimmed with boundless hope.

At first, some people had squeezed into the city, but later, the county office stationed men at the gates and refused to let the refugees enter. Instead, they set up tents outside and arranged porridge to provide relief.

However, there was not much rice left in the city's granaries, while refugees continued to arrive without end.

At that moment, the county magistrate was pacing restlessly around the county office, anxiety filling his heart. Even tea had lost all flavor to him; he could only set it on the table with a worried expression.

Just then, an adviser hurried in, and the county magistrate immediately asked, "How is the situation now?"

The adviser said, "There are many refugees, but the owners of the shops in the city and those wealthy households are unwilling to bring out their grain. We do not have much surplus grain in the city either. A few families have contributed some, but it is merely a drop in the bucket!"

"Both the Zhang Family and the Yu Family, the two major grain merchants, refuse to contribute. Naturally, no one else dares take the