They could only starve to death if there was no highly-priced grain from the black market.
"Bring me there. I want to exchange for more goods," Gu Qingyao said.
She still had about seven to eight years before the free generation. She must be prepared for it.
Mo Beihan took her to a relatively remote place in the city. There were many small alleys and the houses were very dilapidated. There were no people living around.
When it was about to arrive, Mo Beihan asked Gu Qingyao to take out the things. The two of them carried a basket each. Mo Beihan's was much bigger, and all dumplings and wontons were placed inside.
The other sack was filled with various fine grains, with eggs placed on top.
There was also a sack with some coarse grains, then fruits, and some preserved fruits made by Gu Qingyao.
Mo Beihan carried a basket on his back and a sack in one hand. Gu Qingyao looked at him and suddenly wanted to laugh.
