Sold immediately after wearing it? I took my family and fled the famine.

Jiang Xing walked around the street and saw several groups of acquaintances.

Jiang Erzhu and Jiang Laifu stood at the entrance of the grain shop, hesitating. Jiang Erzhu was clutching a few pieces of silver in his hand, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"Dad, should we buy it or not?" Jiang Laifu asked.

"Buy it, but leave some for your sister to use for medicine," Jiang Erzhu said in a low voice.

"understood."

Jiang Erzhu went into the store and bought ten catties of brown rice, five catties of white flour, and three catties of coarse salt. When he came out, he put them in an old cloth bag, which was covered with a tattered bundle. From the outside, you couldn't tell what was inside at all.

Jiang Laifu helped carry the things, muttering, "This price is even more expensive than what we sell in our shop."

"We have to buy it, even if it's expensive," Jiang Erzhu said in a muffled voice. "Let's go, don't just stand here."

The father and son kept their heads down and walked quickly toward the city gate, trying their best not to attract anyone's attention.

Jiang Xing saw Jiang Dazhu's family on another street.

Jiang Dazhu and Jiang Qingshan had just come out of the grain shop, followed by two laborers carrying sacks. The cart was piled high with coarse rice, wheat flour, salt, cloth, several packets of medicinal herbs, and even a jar of wine.

Jiang Dazhu stood beside the cart, grinning from ear to ear: "That's enough, enough for two months! My son is really capable, able to come up with so much money to help the family."

Jiang Qingshan stood to the side, still holding the book in his hand, his brows slightly furrowed.

He felt something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

People around them were watching them, their gazes filled with envy, jealousy, greed, and scheming.

Pairs of eyes stared at the cart full of grain and supplies, like hungry wolves eyeing a piece of meat.

Jiang Qingshan felt those gazes, and his brows furrowed even more.

"Father, let's go quickly." He lowered his voice.

"What's the rush?" Jiang Dazhu was still laughing. "Let everyone see what my son is capable of, and see who dares to look down on my family!"

"Father!" Jiang Qingshan's voice became sterner: "Don't flaunt your wealth. With so many people watching, do you want to be robbed?"

Jiang Dazhu's smile froze for a moment. He looked around and finally noticed those gazes.

"What are you afraid of? There are government troops here! Who would dare to rob us?"

Jiang Qingshan didn't say anything more. He turned around, pushed the cart, and quickened his pace. Jiang Dazhu followed behind, still turning back to greet people, completely unaware of the danger.

Jiang Xing stood on the street corner, watching this scene, and shook his head.

She turned and walked away, heading towards the city gate.

When Jiang Xing reached the city gate, the sun was already setting in the west, and there was still less than a quarter of an hour before dusk.

The city gate was crowded with people, all refugees who had returned from shopping. Some carried bulging bundles, some pushed carts, and some went empty-handed because they didn't have enough money to buy anything.

Jiang Xing spotted his third uncle's oxcart in the crowd. His third uncle had parked the cart under a large tree outside the city gate and was smoking a pipe.

Zhang sat in the cart, holding a calf, and looked towards the city gate.

"Sister!" Little Niu was the first to see her, jumped off the cart, and ran over: "Sister, you're finally back! Grandma was worried you'd missed your appointed time."

Jiang Xing put down the basket, then pulled out a meat bun he had bought at the mall from the bottom of the basket and stuffed it into Xiao Niu's hands: "Eat quickly, hide and eat it, don't let anyone see you."

The calf's eyes lit up, and it ran back to the oxcart with the oil paper package, covering itself with a cotton quilt.

Jiang Xing loaded the basket onto the cart, and while no one was looking, he took out some more supplies from his spatial storage and stuffed them into the bundle on the oxcart, then covered them with a quilt.

From the outside, the oxcart only had a few bulging bundles on it, and it was impossible to tell what they were.

Third Uncle walked over, glanced at the bundles, and without asking any questions, simply said, "Have you bought everything?"

"All done."

Third Uncle nodded and continued smoking his pipe.