Nanjiang was densely-populated, and with limited land. It possessed three main cities, each managed separately by the three largest strongholds.

The largest city in terms of area and population was the central city, where the royal palace and the Main Stronghold were located. The other two were the northern city, which was under the jurisdiction of the Beiyuan Stronghold, and the southern city, which was under the Nanting Stronghold.

The Beiyuan and Nanting strongholds were of roughly the same size and population, and had always tacitly acknowledged the “leader” status of the Main Stronghold, which made the decisions on all matters of importance.

Moreover, the leaders of both the northern and southern strongholds in this generation were women. The two were childhood friends of Situ Yu, the Main Stronghold chieftain, who was also the maternal grandmother of the Situ siblings.

Over the decades of their rule, Nanjiang had experienced unprecedented stability and harmony.

It was only that due to their history and population composition, there were still hundreds of villages of various sizes below these three major cities, each managed by its own minor chieftain.

The village chieftains were mostly the heads of major families that had been in power for generations. In the eyes of ordinary villagers, the power and status of these village chieftains was even greater than those of the three major cities, or even the royal palace or the Imperial Court.

Some villagers had been oppressed for generations, and had forgotten how to resist.

In order to live better lives, some blindly flattered and defended these village chieftains and their families, giving them absolute power. This resulted in vastly different living conditions depending on the village.

A good village chieftain would always consider the needs of the villagers, and the entire village would rally together.

If a chieftain was worse, they would exploit the villagers year after year. But due to their abundance of power, the villagers dared not resist and even had to treat them with great respect.

To put it bluntly, the entire Nanjiang region was essentially a smaller version of Great Ning.

But whereas Great Ning had vassal kings controlling different regions, the local powers near the southern border consisted of chieftains of various villages.

But back to the point.

The Nanjiang granaries were located in the three major cities: twenty in the central city and ten each in the northern and southern cities.

Ten days ago, people all over had basically finished eating their stored grain, so the chieftains of each village had sent able-bodied men to the cities to request more grain.

The granaries in the three cities were opened simultaneously, and the grain was distributed according to the populations of the villages.

When the need arose, each village naturally began to distribute porridge.

The specific situation was unclear, but all three major cities had begun distributing porridge eight days ago, and the number of porridge stalls had gradually increased from the initial two per city to dozens.

However, the area surrounding the central city was directly under the jurisdiction of the Main Stronghold, and its population was much larger than that of the others.

With refugees arriving from other villages, the city’s food supply was consumed at an alarming rate once all of these people gathered in the central city.

Now, the porridge served at the porridge stalls was getting thinner by the day, while the number of people gathering outside of the city was increasing at the same rate.

Even with guards on watch day and night, there were still many minor skirmishes.

It was nearly noon, and the blazing sun was making everyone irritable and restless.

Dozens of porridge stalls at the gates had already commenced cooking.

But because there wasn’t enough rice, today’s porridge was even thinner than yesterday’s.

The common people had lined up in front of the porridge stalls in long queues early that morning, and they all had a listless look about them. Some even carried baskets full of withered wild vegetables.

The prolonged drought had killed most of the wild grass and vegetables.

But people were still able to pick some – in the face of true starvation, eating a bite or two to pad their bellies was better than nothing.

Refugees sat dispiritedly on the scorching ground, not daring to take shelter under the shade of the wall, lest the spot they had finally managed to secure be taken by someone else.

Everyone knew that the city was likely running out of food, so they had all adopted the mindset of “one meal at a time.”

The faint aroma of rice porridge stimulated their tastebuds and set their stomachs to rumbling.

But it wasn’t time yet, so they could only endure the hunger and heat as they waited.

A servant from the Royal Palace stood inside a porridge stall, sleeves rolled up. He fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, but the sweltering heat still made him sweat profusely.

Sweat trickled into his eyes, and he raised his hand to wipe it away.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps rushed toward him, accompanied by a woman’s heavy breathing.

The servant immediately opened his eyes to see a woman staggering over with a small baby. Her gait was unsteady, and her pale lips clearly indicated her weakness.

She rushed to the porridge stall, picked up the bronze ladle next to the pot without saying a word, and poured a scoop of porridge directly into her mouth.

“What are you doing!” The servant was alarmed, and quickly tried to grab it back.

Drinking scalding-hot porridge like this would definitely scald her throat.

The ladle was snatched away from the woman, and half of the porridge on the utensil spilled onto the ground.

She collapsed to her knees, clutching her child as she broke down in tears. Her lips and chin were red from the boiling porridge, and blisters would likely form soon.

The commotion was so loud that it was noticed by everyone.

The refugees closest to the porridge stall paled slightly when they saw the half-portion of porridge spilled on the ground.

Perfectly good food had been wasted!

What a terrible thing, ah!

“What is the meaning of this?” the servant asked, gripping the ladle tightly for fear of it being snatched again.

The servants in the other porridge stalls also became more cautious, keeping their eyes focused on the nearby refugees.

The woman held her child and sobbed her heart out, her voice hoarse and agonizing.

Like a helpless kitten.

The baby in her arms also let out faint cries. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the woman apologized again and again. “It’s all my fault that I can’t feed you properly.”

The woman was emaciated, as if she had not just been starving for a few days, but had never even eaten a full meal.

With her condition, the baby naturally wouldn’t have any milk to drink.

Many refugees felt sorry for her, and some even wanted to give her the wild vegetables they’d picked, but were stopped by their families.

In times such as these, nobody had the ability to take care of others.

The fact that the refugees were still at leisure to sympathize with others was because the food had yet to run out completely.

If a few more days passed and there was truly nothing left to eat, people would be capable of resorting to all sorts of ugly behavior, and wouldn’t have the capacity to sympathize with others.

Seeing how pitiful the woman and child were, the servant couldn’t help but feel a surge of compassion, and picked up a bowl of thick porridge to give her.

Tears streamed down the woman’s face as she stared at the porridge offered to her. Holding her child, she struggled to lower herself and kowtow to the servant.

The servant stopped her and handed her the bowl instead.

After accepting it, the woman took two mouthfuls for herself, and then blew on the next mouthful to cool it before feeding it to her child.

She wouldn’t be able to produce milk immediately, so she could only feed her baby rice porridge.

As for whether the baby would survive, that was up to fate.

A man at the back of the queue craned his neck to watch the whole thing. Seeing how the woman was able to receive such a thick bowl of porridge, he skewed his eyes, turned around, and pulled his five-year-old son over.

The family’s financial situation hadn’t been so bad before, so the child was well-raised, dark-skinned, strong, and resilient.

But in order to save rations, they had been eating less and less over the past month, and the child had become thin. His lips were also a little chapped.

The man crouched down and whispered a few words into the child’s ear.

The child’s eyes gleamed with intelligence. After hearing his father’s words, he immediately slumped down as if he had fainted.

“My son!” the man called out in anguish, “Dad is useless. Wake up, you can’t leave Dad all alone!”

His cries were even more pitiful than those of the woman before.

Everyone turned to look, watching as the man picked up his son and rushed to the nearest porridge stall, where he knelt down with a thud.

“Please, Sir, help us! My son and I have come from the north and haven’t eaten for days. Please, just give us a bite to eat!” The man cried so hard that he went hoarse, and was so entrenched in his emotions that he suddenly began to cough.

The servant from the Royal Palace in charge of this porridge stall was given a shock. Seeing that the child was indeed unconscious and seemed to be exhaling more than he was inhaling, he immediately wavered.

Porridge was about to be distributed anyway, so why not just give him a bowl?

“Don’t give it to him!” someone in the crowd shouted. “That guy stole someone else’s porridge yesterday!”

“That’s right! I recognize him too, Sir. You absolutely must not give it to him!”

“If anyone can just go up and ask for porridge, why are we even lining up?”

“Exactly, we might as well just go up and grab some!”

In a flash, the crowd became restless.

The kneeling man wailed and protested: “I didn’t! I only got here today!”

The patrolling guards sensed that something was wrong and rushed over to maintain order, while others went to seek out the princess and young prince.

Just now, more than a dozen village chieftains had come to the city. The Nanjiang-wang, as well as the Stronghold Chieftain and others, were receiving them to discuss important matters.

Therefore, seeking out the prince and princess was the most reasonable choice.

When Situ Zhaoling and her younger brother arrived, they found that the people had completely abandoned the queue and were pushing and shoving, craning their necks and standing on tiptoe with their bowls raised high.

Cries, screams, and curses……it was like a living hell.

The guards tried their best to maintain order, but there were too many refugees. When they managed to quell one side, trouble would break out on the other.

The servant who had originally served the woman porridge was deathly pale, hands trembling as he spooned porridge into the bowls handed to him. He knew that he had brought trouble upon himself, and in his panic, he didn’t notice that the next bowls handed to him had already been filled once.

The refugees would squeeze to the front and hurriedly drink a bowl, then take advantage of the chaos to pass over their empty bowl and receive another helping.

Those unable to squeeze in from behind pushed forward frantically. Some fell, and women and children were squeezed so hard that they couldn’t breathe, but nobody took notice.

“A-jie.” Situ Zhaoyao’s voice trembled. “What should we do?”

Situ Zhaoling’s heart pounded like a drum, chills running down her spine.

This could not be allowed to continue. It must be stopped immediately! They couldn’t wait for their grandmother to come over.

“A-di, did you bring that bullhorn?”

Situ Zhaoyao had previously created something called a “bullhorn.” Shaped like a morning glory, it could make one’s voice louder when spoken into the smaller end.

“It’s on the city wall,” he said.

Situ Zhaoling immediately turned back to the gates and raced up the stone steps all the way to the top of the city wall.

Situ Zhaoyao followed his sister up, then immediately went to the guard station to find the bullhorn.

Bullhorn in hand, Situ Zhaoling immediately ran to the wall and looked down.

The crowd was densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

“Please calm down! Calm down!”

The girl’s powerful voice carried through the bullhorn, and the refugees, servants serving porridge, and guards all looked up at her.

High on the city wall, a boy and a girl dressed in crimson robes stood side by side.

“It’s the princess and the young prince!” someone shouted, and the crowd erupted.

“Everyone, please line up. Rice porridge will be given to everyone. Due to limited manpower, there are only a dozen porridge stalls for now, but there will definitely be enough porridge! Please be understanding!” Situ Zhaoling spoke clearly, ensuring that everyone could hear her.

“This porridge is so thin that it’s like rice water. One bowl each isn’t enough to fill us up!”

“Please, Your Highness, have some compassion and cook more porridge. We’re all going to starve to death if this continues.”

“There are so many grain merchants and so much grain in the city. Please, Your Highness, buy some more out of kindness!”

“That’s right, the Royal Palace and the Main Stronghold are so wealthy. Even if they only let a little bit slip between their fingers, it would be enough to get us through years of famine.”

“Please, Princess, have mercy!”

Refugees spoke up one after another, beseeching her, the Royal Palace, and the Main Stronghold.

Situ Zhaoyao had been somewhat frightened by their reckless charge, but was now enraged by their words. A vein throbbed in his temple.

“What do they mean by this? Haven’t we been indulging them? We’ve never overtaxed nor exploited them, so what money could we possibly have?”

The price of grain in the city had increased several times over by now, reaching outrageous heights.

In such a situation, even selling off the Royal Palace itself wouldn’t yield much grain.

The young man blurted out in a fit of anger: “These ungrateful bastards! We should have collected taxes and grain just like other places do!”

The city walls were very high, and with everyone clamoring for their money, no one could hear what was said.

Situ Zhaoling had never witnessed such a scene before, and was at a loss for how to react.

But at least this farce had been quelled, preventing what could have been even more disastrous consequences.

She had assured everyone that there would definitely be food, but deep down, she wasn’t so certain. 

What if the High Priest didn’t come to meet her?

And the High Priest hadn’t said that he would give her food, just that he would solve her problem…..

Situ Zhaoling’s mind was a mess.

The refugees were starving and wanted to continue receiving porridge, but they also wanted the princess to give them a definite answer so that they could use it to pressure the Royal Palace to spend more money on grain.

The pleas for the princess to intervene grew louder and louder. Situ Zhaoling’s hands trembled.

Situ Zhaoyao also didn’t know what to do, and sent his sister an anxious look.

There had been no news from the Imperial Court, and Pingxi-wang was unable to provide any extra grain.

Currently, the only ones with grain in Nanjiang were the grain merchants, and the only way to ensure that the common people had food was to buy from them.

Situ Zhaoling raised the bullhorn again.

She would agree to purchase more grain, if only to put the people’s hearts at ease.

But if these grain merchants raised their prices again, even if they spent everything they had, how much grain would they be able to buy?

Just as she was hesitating, she suddenly heard the distant roar of a dragon.

Startled, she immediately looked up at the sky.

Under the blazing sun appeared a long golden dragon, carried on a divine wind that cast a fleeting illusion of light.

Her heart pounded faster and harder, and Situ Zhaoling seemed to smell the aroma of plum blossoms, just like she had in the Divine Realm.

The long dragon swam above her head, and the god’s clear, cold voice echoed in her mind: “Go to the granary, and I will enter your dreams to bestow grain upon you.”

The High Priest.

It was the High Priest!

The other party had actually heard her pleas, and had come to her ahead of schedule.

And he even said that he would give her grain. Grain!

Grain that could save Nanjiang from disaster!

“Thank you, High Priest! I will go immediately!” she excitedly assured the dragon. Then she watched as the long dragon swam into the splendorous sunlight and disappeared.

Situ Zhaoyao, standing next to her, had suddenly seen his sister stare up at the sky with a look of fervent joy.

He sensed that something was happening, and was about to call out to her when she opened her mouth and spoke.

High Priest?

Why this title again?

He didn’t understand, but he saw that his sister’s expression no longer contained any hesitation or unease as she solemnly promised those below the city wall: “Rest assured, everyone! The Royal Palace and the Main Stronghold will not lack food!”

Hearing the confidence in her voice, most of the common people were reassured.

Only a small number of them still had doubts, and there were naturally those who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble. However, things hadn’t completely descended into chaos yet, so it wouldn’t be reasonable for them to act rashly; on the contrary, they might be made an example of.

This being the case, everyone calmed down again and got back in line under the guidance of the guards.

Situ Zhaoling handed the bullhorn back to her younger brother and said: “Go and call Grandmother and the others to the granary.”

She then rushed down the city wall and hurried in the direction of the granary.

Situ Zhaoyao was endlessly confused, but he was accustomed to obeying his sister, and only hesitated for a second before running toward the stronghold.

Inside the council hall of the Main Stronghold.

Nanjiang-wang Bai Lihao and Chieftain Situ Yu of the Main Stronghold sat at the head of the table, while Situ Anli sat in a chair next to her mother in one of the other main seats.

Facing them from the other side were a dozen or more chairs and tea tables, which were fully occupied by village chieftains.

The chieftains of the northern and southern cities had not come, nor had the several powerful and influential village chieftains under their jurisdictions. 

It seemed that these minor village chieftains had come here to put pressure on the stronghold chieftain.

This being the case, the two other stronghold chieftains were probably facing a similar situation.

One of the village chieftains said with a bitter expression: “Great Chieftain, you must help our Quanjing Village! Our food supply will only last one more day, and will be depleted tomorrow.”

“It’s the same in our village. Even yesterday’s porridge had almost nothing in it, since most of the rice is gone. The villagers are so hungry that they’ve started to eat tree bark.”

“I would like to buy enough grain to at least get through this crisis, but the price of grain in the city has increased many times over, and we couldn’t afford it even if we tried.”

“That’s right! Great Chieftain, Your Highness, you must help us think of a way.”

The three people at the head of the table didn’t even blink as they listened to the lamentations of these village chieftains.

They already had a plan, which, while not perfect, should be enough to weather this crisis.

Seeing that the others had no reaction, the village chieftains continued to embellish their stories while constantly glancing at the person in the main seat.

Situ Yu was nearly seventy years old. Her silver hair was tied up with an ordinary silver hairpin, and in her left hand, she held a gleaming cane exactly her height, decorated with various colorful ribbons and silver bells.

When she had heard enough of their complaints, she tapped the floor with her cane, and the yammering village chieftains fell silent.

“You’ve come here today simply to ask for money and food, have you?” Situ Yu’s cloudy eyes gazed over the crowd. “I will give you all a definite answer today. Even if my Nanjiang Stronghold must empty its coffers, it will continue to protect the common people.”

The chieftains breathed a collective sigh of relief, but then Situ Yu went on: “But I need you all to put away your little calculations.”

Her gaze suddenly sharpened, sweeping over all of those chieftains in their brocade robes: “I know exactly how much money and grain you hold in your hands.”

“During this famine, you have all been eating until your bellies are round and your faces are shining with oil. But you force your people to beg for food in other villages, and if they’re unable to find any there, then even farther afield.”

The village chieftains, who had just been bemoaning their poverty, subconsciously exchanged glances. Their expressions were a little awkward, and those with large bellies surreptitiously covered them with their sleeves.

Situ Yu scoffed: “You saw those refugees outside the city when you arrived, didn’t you? How many of them are from my stronghold? And how many of them fled from your villages? You all know the answer, don’t you?”

She was aware that not all of these village chieftains cared for their villagers. However, because neither the Main Stronghold nor the Royal Palace had collected much grain tax, these village chieftains did not exploit their villagers, and most of the common people lived quite well.

But now that a disaster year had arrived, these people could no longer hide their greedy natures.

Situ Yu knew their characters well, so when the granaries were opened for distribution earlier, she had instructed the chieftains of Beiyuan Stronghold and Nanting Stronghold to be careful to only give the village chieftains the same amount of food, and nothing extra.

If more was given, more grain would end up in the private coffers of these village chieftains.

The chieftains had enough grain for their own consumption, but they still wanted to take a cut before distributing the disaster relief. Anyone with eyes could see through their intentions.

They intended to wait until the grain in the granaries was completely used up.

At that point, the three strongholds would have no choice but to buy grain from the grain merchants.

And with grain prices remaining high, these village chieftains could make a fortune by reselling their grain.

These people simply wanted to profit from the disaster.

Of course, not all chieftains were like this, but those in the hall today inevitably had these thoughts in mind.

They probably thought that since they had money, power, and large households, why couldn’t they become the Great Chieftain of a stronghold?

When the human heart grew ambitious, it became more selfish as well.

But as long as these people wanted something, Situ Yu could negotiate with them.

She had just pointed out their intentions, which was a show of force to assert her authority.

Now, she softened her voice and said earnestly: “In the face of such a great calamity, our Nanjiang villages must unite as one. I will remember your hard work and contributions. From now on, if there is anything in my Main Stronghold that requires oversight, you will be given priority for the position.”

Nanjiang was essentially a small Imperial Court with its own power structure.

The Situ family had held the positions of Great Chieftain and Saintess since the previous dynasty. One controlled the practicalities, and the other unified their ideology. Combined, they firmly controlled Nanjiang.

Below the Great Chieftain and Saintess were six government offices similar to those of Great Ning, along with numerous official positions.

These officials were all capable people promoted from various villages, and were able to bring more benefits and advantages to their respective hometowns. The more powerful leaders were practically equal to the local stronghold chieftains in terms of position and status.

Situ Yu’s words implied that she intended to use these official positions in the Main Stronghold as bargaining chips.

As for what she got in return…..

“Since the Great Chieftain has broached the subject, I won’t hold back anymore. I still have some surplus grain at home, and I can’t bear to see villagers suffering like this. I’m willing to donate it all,” said the Chieftain of Quanjing village, his voice full of righteous indignation.

With him taking the lead, the other village chieftains immediately followed suit.

But their claim of “donating it all” was obviously not true. At most, they would donate half and sell the other half.

“Then I thank you all in advance. I have already spoken with the grain merchants in the central city,” said Situ Yu. “They are willing to lower their selling prices to twice the previous rate.”

Even twice the previous rate was quite a lot.

Situ Yu naturally hadn’t spoken to those grain merchants – they would have never been so easily persuaded.

But if these village chieftains sold their grain at this lower rate, the grain merchants would have to lower their prices as well despite their reluctance.

And even just double their previous rate would earn them quite a bit of profit.

If those merchants felt that the prices were too low and wanted to sell in other regions instead, they would have to expend manpower and resources, and would also have to consider potential losses. It would be more profitable for them to simply earn twice the money in Nanjiang.

But the village chieftains exchanged glances, dissatisfied with the price.

“Grain prices have now increased fivefold,” one of them said. “There’s no way those grain merchants would lower the price to twice the normal amount, right?”

“I think the same. It should at least be three times the normal amount.”

They all opened their mouths at once, speaking of the “grain merchants” while actually referring to their own selling prices.

These people wanted to earn three times the profit.

Their greed knew no bounds!

Situ Yu stroked her cane, mentally calculating the costs over and over, but no matter how she counted the figures, she still came out at a loss.

“Have any of you heard of that Lord Ning-wang?” Bai Lihao suddenly asked.

Everyone turned to look at him.

The man was in his early thirties, exuding a gentle and refined air as a slight smile played on his handsome face.

“Of course we’ve heard of him.”

“Then do you all know that Lord Ning-wang has 50,000 Qin family soldiers under his command?”

Nanjiang had been conquered by Emperor Wuzong and the Qin Family Army. How could they not know that?

Almost all of them had heard their elders recount the glory of Emperor Wuzong and the Qin Family Army.

But why was Bai Lihai bringing up the Qin Family Army and Qin Xiao?

“That Ning-wang is not an ordinary person who seeks to maintain the status quo.” Bai Lihao didn’t know exactly what Qin Xiao was like, but that didn’t stop him from using his name to intimidate these southern chieftains.

Neither Emperor Chengzong nor Emperor Yingzong had paid much attention to Nanjiang, which was why the people here lived so comfortably.

What they feared most was that someone would come and disrupt their way of life.

When Bai Lihao was first assigned to this region, he was also targeted quite frequently. But luckily, the Great Chieftain’s family knew that he had no say in the matter, and helped him out of trouble many times.

In particular, Saintess Anli had saved him twice.

During the process, the handsome man and beautiful woman, both with similar temperaments, fell deeply in love.

It was only afterward that he was able to gain a firm foothold in the Nanjiang region, and he never took advantage of his position to suppress these village chieftains.

So when these people saw that he didn’t seem to use intimidation or threats, they gradually lowered their guard and continued to live their carefree lives.

Now, Bai Lihao was telling them that their world was changing.

Qin Xiao was indeed not one to maintain the status quo. He held great power and had the Qin Family Army behind him, so it would be easy for him to take control of Nanjiang.

Everyone understood his implied meaning, and their expressions immediately changed.

Bai Lihao didn’t say anything more, but everyone got the picture.

As Nanjiang-wang, Bai Lihao held absolute authority over the region. If Qin Xiao really sent troops to attack, these villages, including the Main Stronghold, would have no grounds to resist. If they tried, they would be labeled traitors.

But Bai Lihao was different. As long as he stood before them as Nanjiang-wang, even Qin Xiao wouldn’t be able to set foot in his territory.

Before, everyone had just regarded him as the Saintess’s husband, and had nearly forgotten his actual identity.

But now, they seemed to have a new understanding of the vassal king before them.

Indeed, how could he be a simple person when he had emerged unscathed from the succession struggle during the reign of Emperor Chengzong?

With the pros and cons laid bare, the group lost all interest in haggling and agreed to “two times the original price.”

A large banquet was not suitable given the current situation, so Situ Yu directly saw the chieftains off.

The food problem was solved, but at the price that they would have to empty most of their coffers to buy half the amount of grain. But to prevent the common people from starving to death, this was the only way.

Just as the three were about to tally up their funds, Situ Zhaoyao rushed in and urged the three of them to go outside, saying as they walked: “A-jie said we have to go to the granary.”

“The granary? Has something happened?” All three were anxious.

“I don’t know, that’s all A-jie said.”

“Then let’s hurry.”

When the three of them arrived at the enormous granary, Situ Zhaoling was already asleep, sitting back against the wall.

Inside the Divine Realm.

Sitting on his throne, Chu Jiubian let out a soft breath.

When he heard the System notification during court, he knew that something must have happened in the Nanjiang region.

Fortunately, the morning court session ended at that time and he rushed back to Yaotai Residence nonstop.

On the way, he first had the System send a message to Situ Zhaoling, then lay down in bed as soon as he got back and immediately entered the Divine Realm.

Although he hadn’t run along the way, he was still a little out of breath – so much so that he instinctively took a deep breath to stabilize himself after entering the Divine Realm.

Upon entering the Divine Realm for the second time, Situ Zhaoling was still startled by the feeling of weightlessness and let out a short scream.

Fortunately, a phoenix flew over in time to catch her, and they passed together through the clouds.

She once again glimpsed the huge, sacred silhouette of the god, along with many rows of stacked grain sacks in the vast white space.

These had all been purchased by Chu Jiubian.

The packaging was also automatically changed by the System to the burlap sacks commonly used in the Great Ning Dynasty.

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