On the First Seven Days, Zhao Defa Came to Take over My Shop.

On the seventh day of my husband's life, the white flag has not yet dried up. Zhao Defa's people came to the grain store, smashed it, and took pictures of the IOU: fifty taels, three cents monthly profit. If he doesn't pay it back for three days, the shop will belong to him and the child will be sold. I didn't cry. That night, I took out my late husband's "Farming Notes" from under the Kang mat, and there was a line written on it: "In the seventh year of Jiahe, at the end of summer, it rained for half a month, and the price of food quadrupled." This year is the seventh year of Jiahe. Zhao Defa sealed off the city and locked up food, forcing me to sell my son and daughter. He didn't know that I had secretly stocked up a warehouse full of grain, joined forces with nine merchants, and laid a dragnet. Heavy rain is coming and food prices are skyrocketing. Let's see how the widow Li Guilan makes a comeback from a desperate situation and pokes a hole in the sky of Xiangfu County.