The patrolling Guards, especially, needed to eat their fill.
Children were the future, the hope. The subsidized meal at the night school had to be thick maize rice. They needed to eat to grow strong.
But with the severe drought reducing crop yields, and no way of knowing how much grain could be produced next year, the distributed grain would certainly not be enough.
So, who would be the ones not getting enough to eat?
In the end, the investigation found that it was the elderly, those who already had a next generation, who ate the least, whether by choice or not.
"A few more snows, and maybe next year will be a bit better."
Tang Wen shook his head. "We still can't be complacent about the grain supply. What if the drought continues?"
"Don't say that!" Tangtang pressed her palms together and looked up at the ceiling. "Children's words are bad luck. Heaven will definitely send rain next year."
After speaking, she glared at her brother. "Alright, let's not talk about this today."
