At this time, Wenren Sheng ran into the same problem.
How was he supposed to eat?
Having lived through so many worlds, this was the first time Wenren Sheng had needed to consider how to eat.
That was truly a defining feature of the Three Kingdoms world.
Food.
That was right. From commoners to warlords waging war, everything revolved around food.
Even the several Northern Expeditions of the Martial Marquis had fundamentally failed because transporting provisions was difficult, making prolonged standoffs impossible.
That was why favorable timing could not compare to advantageous terrain.
Eating was a huge problem.
Wenren Sheng thought carefully and searched this body's memories.
His father's surname was Zhao. He was a small landowner who originally possessed one hundred mu of land. Their home was in Anci County, Zhuo Commandery, You Province, and there were six people in the household.
Four sons, with both parents still alive.
He was Third Brother, seventeen years old this year.
There was also Fourth Brother, who was still underage at only twelve.
His father had taken out eighty mu of land and divided it evenly among his four sons, giving each of them twenty mu.
The youngest son was not yet considered an adult, so their old father temporarily farmed his share for him.
By Han Dynasty standards, twenty mu of land, if it belonged to you, was only barely enough to survive on.
In the Han Dynasty, one needed a hundred mu of land—fifty mu for grain and fifty for mulberry trees—to live in basic comfort.
Han Dynasty grain yields worked like this.
One shi was one hundred and twenty jin.
For irrigated land, wheat could yield more than two shi, or two hundred and fifty to three hundred jin.
Chao Cuo once said, "In a farmer's household of five,