Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Pushing open the creaking cabin door.

The cramped boat cabin was filled with the smell of damp wood, aged fish odors, and a faint scent of rice bran.

Chen's mother, Lady Han, hurried forward upon hearing the sound, "Ah Qing, today... how was it?"

Chen Qing shook his head, his voice low, "Those people at the fish market lowered prices again... Today's luck was poor too. One net cast brought up only small fish and shrimp, sold for just a few big coins in total."

Lady Han sighed, tears welling in her eyes, "Sigh... how will we... survive in the future?"

She looked at the nearly empty rice bag, "Now we can't even eat brown rice, can only chew this rice bran... I just hope the Dragon King will open his eyes and grant us mother and son a mouthful of life-sustaining food."

Food was categorized in order: white flour (fine grain), brown rice and sorghum flour (coarse grain), rice bran, and moldy rice.

Items like rice, steamed buns made from refined flour, and noodles were expensive in the market, only wealthy households could afford to eat them daily.

Common people and fishermen ate brown rice, rice bran mixed with snails and reed leaves, very few could regularly eat pure coarse grains.