The rain outside was getting heavier, and not only the Gu Family wore worried expressions; all the villagers of Qingshan Village were sighing in sorrow.
The rain was clearly getting worse, and this year's grain harvest had to be reduced by at least ten percent.
Little did they know, this was just the beginning.
After the torrential rain, the grain harvest was less than ten percent, most of it ruined.
As the hour approached to make dinner, there was still no movement from Aunt's side. Gu Jin wrapped her just-washed but still wet hair in a towel and left the room to head to the kitchen once more.
She took out a bag of rice and a bag of wheat flour from the storage space.
In the kitchen, apart from the wild vegetables she dug up from the mountain yesterday, there was some pickled wild boar meat taken from the cellar, and potatoes, cucumbers, beans. These were vegetables just about to ripen, and it was unknown from whose house Aunt got them.
