"They traded a thousand pounds of my wheat for apples a while back; their house must have surplus grain!"
"They still have so much to eat but refuse to share with us who are starving. Let's stand together—if they don't hand it over, we'll smash the door and seize the grain!"
"Seize the grain! Seize the grain!"
This group of men and women was barely clothed due to the searing 43°C heat.
Smeared with a thick layer of mud to insulate against the heat, some squatted by the door while others, standing on stones, tried to climb the wall that had been heightened by several meters. A few even threw stones into the courtyard.
The eco-friendly car beeped its horn, headlights illuminating this crowd in tattered clothes, their bodies blackened like wild men from Africa, revealing their fierce faces and the sticks and knives in their hands.
At this point, they started converging on the car.
Grandma Jing gripped Jing Shu's hand in fear.
