Chapter 97: Dark Moon and Windy Night
Translator: 549690339
Since they had already decided on the plan to steal the brown soil, the Song family had to make preparations early.
Stealing the brown soil was not as simple as it sounded. Intelligence work, hiding places, and future negotiations needed to be prepared in advance.
When the Song family was preparing to steal the brown soil, the aristocratic families of Jiang Prefecture also sent experts to Chen City to buy food.
As the family heads left in satisfaction, the number of spirit stones in the Chen familyâs warehouse increased.
After all the aristocratic families had left, Chen Yang quickly counted the spirit stones he had obtained this time.â There are 123 ninth-grade aristocratic families in Jiang Zhou now.â
âExcluding our Nanyang County, there are still 116 ninth-rank aristocratic families left. Each family will pay 50 spirit stones, so thatâs a total of 5,800 spirit stones.â
âExcluding the 30% we gave the young prince, we have less than 4,000 yuan left.â
The more he calculated, the brighter Chen Yangâs eyes became. This was only the grain harvested from the four cities. If it was spread throughout the entire Nanyang County, then the number of spirit stones sold would not be counted in thousands.
âGrand Elder, send a message to the Zhou Trading Company. Tell them to help me search for high-grade bloodline demon beast cubs. We donât lack money.âYang Chen smiled.
âAlright.â Chen Xuan could not hide his smile.
Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, the experts sent by the various aristocratic families to purchase food from the Chen Clan had officially returned to the various cities.
Qian City was an ordinary city in Jiang Prefecture.
Although there was not much cultivated land, the weather was good and they did not have to worry about food and drink.
However, the sudden famine was a devastating blow to this ordinary city.
Countless disaster victims huddled in the corner of the wall and did not move. They did not do anything else but wanted to consume less energy so that they could last longer.
âMom, Iâm hungry.â
In an inconspicuous place in the northern part of Qian City, an eight-year-old boy was clutching his stomach and looking at his mother with an aggrieved expression.
Looking at her child, whose face had turned yellow and his ribs were protruding, the mother gritted her teeth and brought out a porcelain bowl from the house.
There was a bowl of porridge in the bowl.
Nominally, the number of rice grains in the porridge could be counted with oneâs fingers. It was no different from a bowl of water.
However, this bowl of porridge might become the familyâs life-saving food.
The child held the bowl and wolfed down the porridge. Halfway through, he looked at his mother who kept pursing her lips.
The child thought for a moment, then handed the bowl to his mother.â Mom, you drink too.ââ
When the mother saw this, she smiled and rubbed the childâs head.â You drink it. Iâm not hungry. Besides, Daddy went to look for food. I think we can have a good meal tonight.â
This so-called good thing was just some tree bark that could fill oneâs stomach.
Even so, a smile appeared on the childâs face. Because now, there might not even be tree bark.
âSigh!â
His mother sighed faintly and then looked at the eaves of her house. This world forced people to die.
It was fine if he died, but his childâŠ
At the thought of this, her motherâs eyes were filled with tears. He was still so young. Could it be that he was justâŠ
Thinking of this, her mother could not help but twitch. When the child saw this, he quickly got up and used his tender hands to wipe away the tears from the corners of his motherâs eyes.
Although he was young, he understood that his family would not be able to withstand it.
âMom, this is good news.â
At this moment, a burst of laughter was heard. A sallow and emaciated man with messy hair and a belt around his stomach ran over with a laugh.
When her mother saw this, she quickly wiped away her tears and asked with a smile,âDad, whatâs the good news?â
âThereâs foodâŠThereâs food!â The childâs father said excitedly.
âFood? Where is it?â The mother was also not calm. If there was food, her son would be able to survive!
âItâs the Qian family. The Qian family bought food from a ninth-rank aristocratic family called the Chen family. Theyâre now giving out porridge at the city gates.â
âReally? Then letâs hurry over.â Immediately, the mother held the childâs hand and jogged all the way to the North City gate with the father.
At the entrance of North City.
The elder of the Qian family, who was in charge of distributing the porridge, could not help but gulp when he saw the black mass of disaster victims in front of him.
Although he was an eighth-stage Qi Refinement expert, he was still a little afraid that these disaster victims, whose eyes were already green from hunger, would swallow him alive.
Immediately, the elder of the Qian family circulated his spiritual energy and shouted,âEveryone, donât squeeze. Everyone has food.â
âFrom today onwards, no one in my Qian family will starve to death!â
âAlthough we donât have much food now, we can barely keep ourselves alive. However, 1 can guarantee everyone that in five months, the Chen familyâs grain will be transported here. At that time, everyone will be able to eat their fill!â
Hearing the elderâs words, the disaster victims were silent for a moment before shouting in unison,ââLong live the Qian family! Long live the Qian Clan! Long live the Qian Clan!â
At the same time, the Chen family was also remembered by this group of people.
According to the Qian Clan, the Chen Clan didnât seem to lack food. What kind of heaven would the place ruled by the Chen Clan be?
Even though the Qian family had set up many disaster relief sites, the disaster relief lasted until night.
After distributing the food to the last person, the Qian Clan elder looked up at the sky tiredly.â The sky today seems to be much darker than usual.â
At the same time, in Chen City, a black shadow quietly sneaked in.
Looking at the brightly lit Chen family in front of him, the Song family ancestor could not help but say,âLetâs party to our heartâs content. After today, your Chen family wonât be a big deal.â
âWhen I take away your land and join forces with the other aristocratic families to suppress your Chen family, even if your family head is the disciple of the Regional King, he wonât be able to save you!â
âIn this world, strength is still the most important thing.â
Sighing, the Song Clan patriarch entered the Chen Clan and headed toward the location of the Chen Clanâs brown soil.
However, what Old Ancestor Song could not understand was that he had not encountered any obstacles along the way.
At this moment, in the Chen familyâs meeting hall, Chen Xuan smiled through the candlelight and said,âThe Song Clan Patriarch would never have thought that our Chen Clan would have a bloodline warrior like Chen Xuan.â
âHis every move is under our surveillance.â
Yang Chen also smiled and said,âIâd like to see the Song Familyâs ancestorâs expression after seeing Venerable Dao Xuan.ââ
âItâs about time. First Elder, as the host, itâs time for us to meet the guests.â
In the Chen Clan, outside a courtyard, the Song Clan patriarch repeatedly confirmed that he was in the right courtyard. He couldnât help but laugh.âThe Chen family is only a ninth rank family. They donât have enough experts to protect them.â
âI can come and go as I please in such an important place. Unfortunately, Chen Yang was still the disciple of Deshun Commandery Prince. Otherwise, he could have completely destroyed the Chen Family this time.â
Without hesitation, Patriarch Song circulated the spiritual energy in his hand and pushed open the door..
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