"Fang Mu, our grain was all destroyed in that fire! If we don't get food, my whole family will starve!"
"Our grain was burned too. We can't go on like this."
Outside Fang Yue's home,
Two villagers knelt on the ground, weeping and wailing, desperately pleading with Fang Mu to save them.
Behind them, their wives and children stood, emaciated and frail. Their clothes were ragged, their faces sallow, and their eyes vacant.
The smoke and flames seen in the village earlier had come from their two homes.
Their houses had caught fire, but with hardly any water to fight it, the small blaze quickly grew into an inferno. The flames consumed their homes, and with them, all their stored grain.
Could anything be more unfortunate?
In a year where everyone was just scraping by, to have this happen on top of everything else... If no one lent them a hand, they truly wouldn't be able to survive.
In the entire village, only Scholar Liu's family and Fang Yue's family had any grain to spare.
