Outside the castle, the grain in the two newly expanded massive granaries had already piled up like mountains, a full million jin.
Combined with the monster meat obtained from hunting, wild fruits, and the large quantities of vegetables produced in season, it would be enough to last until the second crop of the year came in.
But that did not mean the food crisis had been resolved.
Based on the previous season's yield, the 200 mu of state farmland had produced approximately 400,000 jin.
The 1,200 mu of second-season crops currently growing would yield approximately 2.4 million jin.
Six hundred mu had been distributed to the villagers as farmland. The villagers would keep half for themselves, which amounted to 600,000 jin. That would be enough to last them through this winter, next spring, and all the way until the summer harvest.
There would even be plenty left over. After all, these villagers ate about as much as ordinary people on Earth.
Zhang Yang had left room for this. He could not let the villagers go hungry and then see their loyalty drop, so next year he would continue distributing farmland to ensure that every household had enough surplus grain to last one to two years.
The principle that having grain in hand kept one's heart from panicking applied to these villagers as well.
By then, the village should see the emergence of the most primitive form of commerce: barter.
"But even so, that leaves us with only 1.8 million jin of grain. We have to rely on that grain to get through winter, then spring, and wait until the summer harvest before we can obtain more. Do you think it will be enough?"
Zhang Yang stood outside the granary, watching the delighted soldiers and villagers carry the grain inside. All