A Conversation Under the Moon

"I'll take care of some of the ships. It won't be many, but it should be enough." Roland told Yu Modran. There were still some ships in the system inventory.

"Then I'll have to trouble you!" Yu Modran nodded. It would be best if Roland could handle it. That way, they would not have to constantly go through the trouble of transporting food from Flowing City. They could survive on their catches anyway. The Swift River had an enormous number of whitefish, and they were delicious enough to serve as staple food.

"It's no trouble. It's what I should do as king. The kingdom still needs you to provide dried fish to fill the granaries!" Roland encouraged him. With the kingdom's current harvest and food reserves, it would be difficult to last until the autumn harvest of next year—2945. The fish from the Swift River were naturally of utmost importance.

"I'll do my best to have the people stockpile their catches!" Yu Modran naturally understood Roland's meaning. The kingdom's severe food shortage was no secret. Anyone with some standing knew about it, and quite a few clever people could guess it as well. Increasing supply and reducing consumption were naturally the only two options.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. We can still hold out for a while!" Roland patted Yu Modran on the shoulder. The reason Roland could say that with confidence was naturally because wheat had appeared in the shop: 1 Honor Point for 1,000 tons of wheat! Without another word, Roland immediately spent all 6 Honor Points, buying 6,000 tons of wheat. That was enough to feed around 24,000 people. However, Roland had quite a few soldiers, along with warhorses, so this food was just enough to sustain the army. There was no longer any need