Chapter 331: Bread and Dagger (29)
The North was a barren land wherever you went. At best, wheat could only be grown in the southern parts of Yurdina City. In most other places, they could barely manage to harvest famine relief crops.
For someone like me, born and raised in abundance, it was a life hard to imagine.
My hometown was located in the eastern part of the continent. With its warm climate and abundant rainfall, the East had long been famous as the continent’s granary.
Unless they met a harsh lord, not even commoners went hungry. The only concern was that, with such a large population, there were also many orphans.
Of course I, as an eastern noble, held a sense of sympathy for them.
Although the food situation was stable, there wasn’t enough to feed all the abandoned children. It simply meant we had no choice but to watch as countless children suffered.
It was something we ought to be ashamed of as nobles.
However, after facing the coniferous forests of the North, my narrow worldview had to undergo a significant revision. In the North, my long held concerns didn’t even register as issues.
Simply put, there were hardly any orphans there.