It was soon the Yu Family’s turn, and Yu Hai let his older sister and brother-in-law go ahead of him. When the people from the yamen was filling the grain for Yu Caifeng, a sharp voice suddenly sounded, “Can a married daughter also take the food for the disaster relief?” 

Magistrate Zhao, who happened to walk by for inspection, heard this and said with a frown, “If she married someone in this village and their household registration belongs to Dongshan Village, then of course, she can receive food from the disaster relief.” 

The Yu Family looked towards the voice and found that it was Li Guihua, who was gluttonous and lazy and liked to cause trouble for others. With a hand on her waist, she pointed at Yu Caifeng, who was getting grain, and spluttered, “Yu Caifeng married out of the village, all the way to the northeast. Everyone in the village knows about this matter. She fled to Dongshan Village in spring. Can she be counted as a part of Dongshan Village?” 

Li Guihua was harming others without benefitting herself. It wasn’t like she would be able to get an extra catty of grain if Yu Caifeng couldn’t get any of the food. Even if Yu Caifeng got the grain, it still wouldn’t affect how much grain she would receive. What did food mean during a year of famine? They...