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Chapter 170 All comers are guests
Jiang Nanqing only planned to rest here for a day and leave Fencheng tomorrow, so there was no need to have too much involvement with the people here.

Jiang Nanqing apologetically refused: "Mister, I'm really sorry, our siblings are just passing through Fencheng, and we're leaving tomorrow, so we won't bother you at the house."

"Everyone who comes is a guest!" The old man said with a smile, "I think you two were anxious about the food stamps just now, but I can solve this matter for you."

Jiang Nanqing's eyes flickered slightly, although the food in his space was enough for his family to feed for a long time, but of course the more things like food, the better, who would think too much!

It is very difficult to buy food no matter where it is now, it would be best if you can buy some here.

Seeing that Jiang Nanqing and Jiang Xinliang were shaken, the old man stretched out his hand to invite them.

"The old man's residence is not far ahead, you two come with me!"

Jiang Nanqing nodded and said, "Okay, then excuse me!"

"Don't bother, don't bother."

The old man brought Jiang Nanqing and the others in through the side door. The inside was very clean and elegant, without any fancy things.

Jiang Nanqing also discovered that several pieces of land had been reclaimed here, occupying a large area, but the fields were bare and nothing was planted.

Seeing Jiang Nanqing looking at the land, the old man stopped and said.

"Dozens of crops have been planted in these fields, but none of them can survive, no matter how hard we take care of them."

Jiang Nan paused for a moment. During this period of time, many crops died inexplicably, and there was no way to grow them. It seems that food will become more and more scarce in the future.

The old man continued: "This year, the grain planted by the common people is almost useless. Coupled with the government's requisition of grain, the common people are miserable."

"Fortunately, Fencheng had a good harvest in the past few years and stocked a lot of food, so now it can barely meet the needs of the people in the city. However, Fencheng can't last long. If there is no way to solve the food problem, then the city will The people will have no food to eat, and there will be dead bodies everywhere!"

Jiang Nanqing glanced at the old man, wondering why he said these things to himself.

The old man looked at Jiang Nanqing, as if waiting for her to say something, but Jiang Nanqing suspected that the old man was digging a hole for himself, so she didn't answer, and the old man felt a little regretful.

The old man asked his servants to prepare some pastries for Jiang Nanqing and the others, and then made a pot of tea for them himself.

"Come on, please drink tea, both of you!"

"Thank you!"

"My surname is Ren, and my first name is Jie. I don't know the names of the two. I don't know the names of the two. Is it convenient to disclose?"

Ren Jie said his name first, and Jiang Xinliang was embarrassed not to say it, and Ren Jie was very similar to his wife, not in appearance, but in feeling.

So Jiang Xinliang said, "My surname is Jiang, and my name is Xinliang."

Jiang Nanqing said flatly: "My name is Jiang Nanqing, and I am Xinliang's older sister."

Ren Jie looked at Jiang Nanqing, smiled and said, "Then I will call you Nanqing, Nanqing, you are very similar to someone I know, both in appearance and temperament."

"That's a coincidence." Jiang Nanqing didn't care too much. What she cared about was when she could get the food stamps. "Mr. Ren, we are leaving Fen City tomorrow. May I ask if we can get the food stamps today?"

Ren Jie said: "I'll let someone prepare it. I wonder how many food stamps you plan to ask for in Nanqing?"

"Then it depends on how much Mr. Ren can give us."

"Haha, then I'll ask someone to prepare more."

(End of this chapter)