My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

Yang Fenglan returned to the kitchen, grumbling and cursing.

Rub the green wheat ears in your hands until you get two large bowls of wheat grains, but most of them are flat.

After sifting out the empty husks, only half a bowl of wheat grains remained in the large bowl.

Looking at the large basket of wheat ears, only to find so few grains, Yang Fenglan couldn't help but feel melancholy.

In the book, the drought will last until the end of the year, and the wheat harvest will be poor, barely enough to pay taxes.

In Yang Fenglan's view, this output might not even be enough to cover the tax revenue.

Nothing can be grown in the second half of the year, and by the end of summer, people start to starve to death.

Before that, make sure to stockpile enough food.

But now he is penniless and his son is paralyzed in bed.

How can I afford to stockpile food?

Moreover, the earlier you stockpile grain, the better; if you wait too long, the price of grain will be comparable to gold, or even impossible to find.

When reading, I glance over everything.

Only when you are in the midst of it do you realize how terrible a disaster can be.

Yang Fenglan poured the shelled wheat grains into a pot and boiled them over high heat until the shells cracked. She then scooped them out with a strainer, soaked them in cold water for a few minutes, and gently rubbed them with her hands to easily remove the shells, obtaining bright green wheat kernels.

The already limited wheat grains become even fewer after being hulled.

Yang Fenglan turned up the heat, poured the wheat grains into the pot, covered the pot, and simmered it.

Cook it until it's soft and tender, then add the finely chopped wild vegetables you've dug up.

There wasn't a drop of rice in the jar, and not a drop of oil in the pot.

Yang Fenglan wanted to cry but had no tears.

In the past, people would add oil and salt when feeding dogs, but now, they can't even afford oil and salt.

After cooking, Yang Fenglan served three bowls in total, secretly thinking: If Shen Yu complains that dinner is too bland, then I can eat my fill by myself.

Unfortunately, Shen Yu hadn't eaten anything all day. When she came back from outside and saw that dinner was ready, she picked it up and wolfed it down.

"Xiaoyu, after you finish eating, go feed Jingyi." Yang Fenglan chewed on some wild vegetables.

It has a sweet taste, not bitter, but it's too bland.

"I have something to do." Shen Yu didn't want to feed him.

"Is there anything else?" Yang Fenglan frowned slightly. "Are you planning to change Jingyi's clothes, sheets, and blankets and take them to wash? That's fine, I'll feed him."

"I won't wash it." Shen Yu's expression was very unpleasant.

In the past, whenever Shen Yu showed a bad attitude, Yang would give in and not let her do any work.

Yang Fenglan smiled; this trick wasn't working anymore.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to wash him. Just let him be dirty. If any neighbors come to visit and say your husband is dirty, just blame it on me and tell everyone that it’s my fault as his mother for not changing his clothes. It’s my fault.”

Shen Yu: ...

If it were anything else, it would be fine, but with a wife around, why would a mother have to personally change her grown son's clothes? If word got out, people would only talk about Shen Yu.

After weighing the pros and cons, Shen Yu chose to feed Zhou Jingyi and then change her blood-stained clothes and pants.

The bed sheets and blankets also need to be changed to clean ones, otherwise she'll complain.

Shen Yu takes care of the patient, while Yang Fenglan is responsible for washing the dishes.

For bowls without oil or grease, just rinse them with water and you're done.

As soon as it got dark, Yang Fenglan went to bed.

It's not that I need to sleep, but rather that there's not a single light on in this house, and I only feel safe when I'm lying in bed.

When you can't sleep, you tend to overthink.

Yang Fenglan's biggest concern is how to survive in the present moment.

When I woke up, it was already bright daylight.

I'm hungry again.

They're like vengeful ghosts; they feel terrible if they don't eat a meal.

Yang Fenglan had just gotten out of bed when she heard someone shouting outside.

"Fenglan, are you home?"

"Yes." Yang Fenglan hurriedly put on her shoes and went out.

A woman carrying a shoulder pole stood outside the fence gate.

Upon seeing Yang Fenglan, she smiled warmly and said, "Come on, let's go water the wheat."