The forty acres of land yielded a full sixty-four thousand catties of grain this year. As usual, the ten households in the village each received two thousand catties of rice, while the rest went to the Si family, as the soldiers of the Si Family Army alone required a significant amount of food every day.
Fortunately, the pumpkins, radishes, and eggplants that Si Jiue cultivated with Wang Bing and the others were growing well. The radishes were already ripe, and the pumpkins and eggplants would be ready in a month or so.
Autumn had arrived, yet the weather remained sweltering. It felt as if the "Autumn Tiger"—the lingering summer heat—was more ferocious than ever. Si Jiue drank water like a cow, gulping it down all day long. She was grateful that the water sources in Forbidden Mountain were abundant and had never suffered from drought, but the thought of the once-in-a-century harsh winter that would soon strike Shangsi City weighed heavily on her. She had to prepare in advance.
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