The news of Yuegu City going to war has been around for more than a day or two. Those civilians who could flee have fled, and those who could not have hoarded rice and grain at home. The rice and grain shops were bought out early on, and Gu Chengfeng was just lucky. The first shop he encountered happened to have a stockpile. The rest barely had enough for their own consumption.
Gu Chengfeng walked down the deserted streets with his head hanging low.
As the legitimate son of the Marquis Residence, when had he ever worried about his clothing, food, shelter, and transportation?
A single meal of exquisite delicacies cost no less than five taels of silver, yet that was the ration for several hundred soldiers for one day.
"Teacher Hu, are you really unable to find any other places to buy rice?" Gu Chengfeng asked dejectedly.
Teacher Hu caught the look on Gu Chengfeng's face and let out a long sigh, "We've been to all the shops with grain, this is all we could get."