A Lu Zhi sighed tiredly and said, "Mhm. Many refugees have come here in the past few months. The food is only harvested once, and our harvest is really not enough to feed so many people."
Xu Xiang nodded, knowing that with the number of seeds she left for them, it was already a miracle that they could persist until now. She originally thought that the supplies she left for them would last them at least a year or two. But with the addition of those new villagers, it can only last for two months at most.
After thinking about it, Xu Xiang said, "I told your father that I will handle the matter of our supplies, so you don't have to worry. Let's go to the kitchen. We need to tell them to prepare more food tonight."
A Lu Zhi looked at his eldest brother and said, "Eldest Brother, can you supervise these people for me? They must leave our village within twenty minutes."
