Fang Yun and Ao Huang boarded a carriage. Following the schedule's records, they did not return to the county yamen. They bought food on the road, finished eating, and arrived at the grain fields outside the city.
Because Ning'an County lay near the Barbarian Race border and often suffered surprise attacks from small bands of barbarians, few people planted grain. Vast stretches of fertile soil on the northern bank had been left barren. Ning'an County's local grain production was therefore extremely low, and it relied mainly on outside sources.
Thanks to Ning'an County being Jing Kingdom's northernmost hub, with a large floating population and many workshops, as long as its people were not too lazy, they could all find work that put food on the table.
Fang Yun had carefully studied Ning'an County's current state. The environment and productive capacity here could not compare at all with those of the Ancient Hua Kingdom of later generations. There were enormous gaps in every respect. One could not judge present-day Ning'an County by the standards of later generations; anyone with even a little sense would not do something so foolish.
As Fang Yun learned about farming, he pondered grain prices.
Ning'an County actually had enough food to eat. Even if people had to endure high prices for a month or two, most could accept it. But the problem was that the people of most regions lacked a sufficient sense of security. Any rustle of wind or sway of grass could spark panic.
Not just on the Saint Origin Continent—even in later generations, where education was more widespread, diseases, nuclear radiation, and the like could cause people in every country to panic-buy medicine or food.
Ning'an County bordered the Barbarian Race territory. Its people were more sensitive and more easily frightened. Especially after