From the end of August to the beginning of December.
By my reckoning, the various markets throughout the territory had already been open for more than three months.
The most difficult period had long since been overcome, and they had officially entered a prosperous phase of large-scale circulation.
At the beginning of the month, Hope Village had conducted a rough survey of the funds held by its villagers.
The average was twelve copper coins and seven iron coins, while the median was six copper coins and two iron coins.
With a pound of coarse grain currently priced at two iron coins, most people had enough money to purchase more than thirty pounds of food. Once grain prices were fully adjusted, that figure would double to sixty pounds.
That was already an astonishing number.
After all, based on an individual's appetite, sixty pounds was enough to keep an adult alive for three or even four months without any physical activity.
For the refugees from Origin Camp, who had previously lacked both food and clothing and might have gone two days between meals during the Heavy Snowfall, a sixty-pound food reserve was nothing short of "getting rich overnight."
They no longer had to worry about what they would eat the next day, because the Tian Yuan Iron Coins and copper coins in their hands could be exchanged for large quantities of grain at the village Logistics Department without any barriers.
Nor did they have to worry about how they would survive the disasters ahead. Under the precise and efficient arrangements of the village administration, and guided by the lord's overall direction, everyone could find the position and duties best suited to them.
Life seemed to have returned to normal, and order appeared to have been rebuilt here as well.
Once they had