Old Yu drank the pork bone soup as he shook his head, “Even if you have money, you shouldn’t spend it like this! Save more money so you have some on hand when problems arise in the future! Oh right, Dahai, tomorrow you should go into town to buy some more grain. Judging from what I see, I don’t think it is going to rain anytime soon! If the drought doesn’t break, the prices of grain will definitely go up.”

Yu Caifeng frowned, “It’s the hottest period of the year, so it’s very easy for grain to draw insects over! If we buy too much and it starts raining in a few days, won't all of the grain go rotten?”

Old Yu finished gnawing on the last pork bone in his bowl and looked at his children, “Then buy some more sorghum, wheat, and other grains like that. We can let them dry in the sun on clear days, so we won’t end up losing too many!”

Yu Caifeng recalled what had happened to her family in the northeast and said in a voice full of concern, “Father, we should remind the village chief to have the villagers store more grain. Otherwise, when our family has food and they don’t, all of them will come to borrow or take some and we won’t be able to last a long time! If people are starving, they won’t care about feelings or sensibilities!”

Last year, in the northeast, the drought was ongoing. Her family had originally had enough grain to last until spring but afterwards...