This made Xiao Xin, who had always thought that Xiao Yao was a prodigal son, feel an unprecedented sense of relief in his heart. Even the hidden worry between his eyebrows dispersed.
But what could comfort do? In Xiao Xin's eyes, Xiao Yao was just a child who was just sixteen years old on the road of having a superpower. In his opinion, even if a child knew, what problems could be solved?
However, under Xiao Yao's continuous inquiries, Xiao Xin still told the whole story. It turned out that a month and a half ago, when the citizens in the city just started to store up the grains, the grain stores in Longren City, large and small, were all lowered at almost the same time, as if they had agreed on it.
At first, Xiao Xin thought it was just an malignant competition. After hesitating for a
