Old Zhao's brow furrowed tightly. This is really too much. One of the villagers couldn't help but mutter, "The court's disaster relief grain is not as good as the low-priced grain sold to us by the Qi Guan Family Head.
They didn't come when we were starving, and now that Qi Guan Family Head has helped us through the tough times, the court sluggishly sends over things that can't be eaten! They might as well not come at all!"
Old Zhao suddenly got anxious and raised his hand to pat that person on the head: "What nonsense! The court is not something that us common people can criticize! You must want to die!"
That person puffed out her cheeks defiantly, but in the end, she shut her mouth and lowered her head to carry her bag of grain mixed with sand.
Feeling the weight on her back, she couldn't help but sigh and say, "Forget it, I'll go home and let my husband sift it. At least it was given for free; it can last for a few days."
