There was a shortage of food everywhere now. These people did not have household registration so Wang Fengjing was certain that they would not be able to buy food in town.
The food stored in the other villages was not as much as theirs. If Village Chief Zhao went to another village, he would not be able to buy any food too.
Wang Fengjing felt that he had already sold it cheaply.
But with such a high price, it was obvious that he was trying to scam them.
Village Chief Zhao smiled and said, "It's better to be close neighbors than distant relatives. Big Brother, this amount is really too high. Can't it be cheaper?"
Wang Fengjing's eldest son, Wang Qi, snorted. "Who's a neighbor of you refugees? If you can't hand over food next year, you'll become a fallen citizen and only have a lowly status! If we're willing to sell you food, you should kneel down and be grateful."
