Yang Ge had originally thought the terrible consequences of the continually rising grain prices wouldn't become evident until after the year was over.
But he had clearly underestimated the control those rogues had over timing.
He had also overestimated the ability of Wei's lower-class citizens to withstand risks.
It was almost the second day after the price of barley had broken through one hundred wen per dou.
A large number of beggars had appeared within Luting County.
They wandered the long streets dusted in white snow, begging from door to door for leftovers from the households to satisfy their hunger.
But with the grain prices soaring like this, which family wasn't tightening their belts to get by? Who had extra food to spare for them?
Moreover, no one knew when these hard times would come to an end…
Since that day, the Yuelai Inn hadn't served a single guest.
People still often came to the door, but they came either to borrow grain or to beg.
