"Liangzi, when you come back from town tomorrow, could you bring back some rice and flour for me? Please buy a lot. Your family should probably buy some too."
Hu Liang was confused. "But you haven't even eaten much of what you bought last time. Why do you need more?"
"The weather has been so strange this year. There might be a huge snowstorm on the way. If the roads get blocked, it'll be a hassle to buy anything then. And what if war breaks out..."
Widow Xie laughed. "Beiliang was beaten into submission long ago. Haven't you noticed how peaceful it's been for the past six months?"
Most people thought the same way, and Ji Huan couldn't exactly explain the details to her.
"Anyway, it's better to be safe than sorry. We don't have much land, so we can't compare to the other villagers who have grain stored up. Besides, didn't you just say that next year might be a year of bad harvests?"
Widow Xie thought about it and realized it made sense.
