Mother wiped her tears and sobbed in response, "Back to your lordship, we are from Zhangde, fleeing the famine all the way here..."
Yang Ge glanced at the flea.
The flea understood and explained, "Not far to the north, near Handan in Hebei."
Yang Ge nodded and continued to ask softly, "Sister, you eat first, let's talk while you eat... Before you two fled the famine, how much had the grain prices in your area risen to?"
The mother scraped a few mouthfuls of rice, slowly stopped sobbing, and mumbled in response, "Back to your lordship, before we mother and daughter fled, sorghum rice had already risen to over forty Copper Coins per dou, and millet to over fifty Copper Coins per dou..."