Upon mentioning this, Lu's father added, "Hu Ping said, their land is fertile, and the recent harvests have been even better than ours, with high grain yield. They now have enough grain."
Of course, having enough grain merely meant not lacking it; whether they could eat their fill was another matter.
The adults in Wanglou Brigade were allocated 450 jin of unprocessed grain per year, which, outwardly, meant they had enough grain. But without any side dishes, it meant an adult could not be fully satiated with 450 jin of unprocessed grain alone.
Feng Qingxue did not hesitate to say to Lu Jiang, "Don't forget to buy some expensive goods to send separately to Hu Ping next time you have the chance."
After all, favors were a two-way street, that lasted through the ages.
Lu Jiang nodded, but then saw his father rummaging through his luggage for clothes, "Dad, what are you looking for?"