A Madman Who Fought the Heavens (Part One and Two Combined)

Dongfang Sansan lowered his eyes and said softly, "I think three years should be enough..."

Though he said it was enough, his expression was filled with worry that it would not be.

Feng Yunqi said, "It's definitely enough! What famine could last three years?"

Dongfang Sansan shook his head and said softly,

"I think the period I need to guard against... has already arrived with this snow."

Dongfang Sansan frowned. "Hopefully, we can make it through."

Feng Yunqi was instantly stunned.

"You actually planned this far ahead? Even for a great disaster that leaves the entire world without a harvest, you prepared three years' worth of supplies long ago?"

"I'm only afraid it won't be enough."

Dongfang Sansan furrowed his brows deeply. "Chess Brother, we all call these things natural disasters, but do you know what a natural disaster truly is?"

Feng Yunqi was taken aback. A natural disaster wasn't just drought, flood, snow, wind, and hail?

But he was clever. Dongfang Sansan clearly would not ask such an obvious question for no reason, so he merely thought about it and did not say it aloud.

Because if he said it, he would certainly be slapped in the face—he had experienced that too many times with Dongfang Sansan. He had learned his lesson.

Sure enough.

Dongfang Sansan said, "Everyone knows that natural disasters consist of drought, flood, snow, wind, hail, and the like. But there is one thing we must understand: once a natural disaster strikes, it is not merely that the land stops producing grain. Even the stored grain in our hands spoils much faster than it would in ordinary years without disasters."

"The fields produce nothing, and the grain in our hands rots. That is what a natural disaster is!"

Dongfang Sansan said, "That is why I said