The grain problem soon presented itself before the Great Cheng Dynasty.
Wenren Sheng sat in a corner of a tavern, still watching.
He also wanted to know how they would solve this problem.
The little Mysterious Power he permitted could not make grain fall from the sky, nor could it ensure favorable weather and turn dry fields into irrigated land.
With the trade blockade, grain prices soared overnight. Starving people were everywhere, surviving only on relief aid.
In ordinary times, wealthy households would still take the initiative to provide relief.
But this was wartime. Who knew how long it would last?
The need for reincarnation was also overshadowed by war. If there was not enough food, they would starve to death in this life first. What next life could they speak of? And if grain was not plentiful on the market and could not meet everyone's needs, its price would not merely double. It would rise until some people could no longer afford it and starved to death alive.
"Teacher, those people are so pitiful. Should we help them?" Zhao Han's cameo character, a little palace maid, scampered over and pleaded.
"Oh, I understand. Next time, I'll have you play a cameo in a sweet romance drama." Wenren Sheng thought for a moment.
"Uh, what does that mean?" Zhao Han froze.
"You're not suited for this kind of Serious Drama about the evolution of civilization." Wenren Sheng shook his head. "Did Little Illusion send you?"
"Yes." Zhao Han had no choice but to sell out her teammate.
"Old Han, you have no loyalty! You promised you wouldn't betray me!" Little Illusion suddenly appeared and mussed up Zhao Han's palace maid headdress.
"I didn't betray you. Teacher figured it out himself."
"Next time, I'll make you a pet dog, the kind