It seems that you are going to flee from famine, don't be anxious or panic

So Ning Yan didn't have a good impression of Ning Xiaocui. Ever since he was a baby, he had rolled his eyes at her countless times in his heart.

"Noble what?" "When I can walk, I'll make you regret treating my parents like this," Ning Jian said to himself, clenching his fists.

Ning Yan was very handsome when he was a child, and everyone who saw him wanted to hold him. Ning Xiaocui also wanted such a handsome son, so naturally she wanted to hold him too.

However, Ning Jian only allowed Bai Lifen and Ning Chengyong to hold him, and anyone else would cry if they held him.

Bai Lifen's personality is that she can be bullied by others, but once Ning Yan is bullied, she will definitely fight with others regardless of her life.

So when Ning Xiaocui hugged Ning Yan and made her cry, she would directly snatch Ning Yan away and ask her not to touch Ning Yan in the future, which made Ning Xiaocui very angry at the time.

In the year when the family split up, no one in the family tried to keep Ning Chengyong because they all wanted to see how Ning Chengyong would live after getting nothing.

Later, when Ning Zhan's family became powerful, Ning Xiaocui also tried to come over to ease the relationship, but by then Ning Chengyong had already recognized the true face of this family, and he ignored these people without Ning Zhan saying anything.

For many years afterwards, there was little interaction between them.

This time I came here to borrow some food.

Wang Dali's parents passed away early, one after another in the past few years, and the three brothers also divided the family property.

Later, the family bought a few more acres of land, bringing the total to 48 acres. Each family received 16 acres, and as for the grocery store in the town, the profits were divided equally.

The rain came suddenly this year, and all the crops on the 16 acres of land could not be harvested. Not only did they lose a large sum of silver, but they also had to pay taxes as usual. Those who had grain paid grain, and those who didn't had to pay silver.

Grain tax is paid once a year, usually in August or September. In the south, there are two rice seasons, and the tax rate is 15% to 1%. The output is counted by the village chiefs and then submitted to the county government.

每亩地所交税收一般是20—35斤，折算成银钱就是160文—280文，一年下来就是320文—560文。

The number may not seem large, but farmers generally rely on the food from the land to survive.

Ning Xiaocui has four sons and two daughters. The eldest son and second son are already married, and the eldest daughter is also married. She also has three grandchildren. There are more than a dozen people in the family, and most of them are men. The daily food ration is 10 to 20 kilograms, which means several hundred kilograms of food a month.

There was no harvest in the first half of this year, and there was no hope of transplanting seedlings in the second half. The remaining grain at home from last year was eaten up in July.

They sell most of their grain every year, leaving only enough for that year's consumption, so there isn't much left at home from last year.

We originally wanted to wait for the new grain to come down and eat it, but now it has rained and everything is gone. We can only go to the town to buy food.

It rained for three months, and the price of grain in the county town changed every day. In just one month, the price of grain in the town had risen to 3 or 5 taels of silver per dan (one dan was 120 jin), and the price was still rising every day.

Not only is the grain expensive, it is also stale, and unscrupulous merchants have added a lot of stones to it. Without the stones, the grain content is at least one-third less.

Dozens of taels of silver were spent, but there was never enough food.

During that period, Wang Dali used his connections to buy grain once, but that was the only time, and the price was not cheap and the quantity was not large.

Because almost all the grain in various places in Zhannanxian has not been harvested this year, and the rain shows no sign of stopping, it is unrealistic to transport grain from other places.