Inside the storeroom.
Cheng Zongyang looked at the cellar entrance, which was covered by a wooden board and piled with bamboo baskets and other things. He went over and moved them aside.
A specially made wooden ladder sat at the entrance, leading down about two meters.
In the past two days, the cellar had been dug out to be one meter wide and two meters deep, with a two-by-two meter space extending from the bottom toward the back of the house. His father's speed was clearly not slow.
He took an oil lamp, descended into the cellar, and saw a support beam with planks nailed to it, holding up the ceiling to prevent a potential collapse.
He nodded slightly as he saw the bags of grain on the floor, separated from the ground by a layer of plant ash and wooden boards to keep them from getting damp.
