Sun Cui safely gave birth to a little girl, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Nanzhi had requested the kitchen to prepare nourishing soup early in the morning, and only after Cheng Yue and Ma Po helped Sun Cui clean up her body, the soup was sent in.
"Sister-in-law, you've worked hard."
"It's okay."
Sun Cui shook her head while Lin Ercheng warmed the soup in his hands and carefully fed it to her.
The rat plague within Yan city was no longer the primary concern.
Yet, it was March and the weather was still cold. Odd weather coupled with the already limited grain in the city was causing trouble again in Yan city.
All the stored food had run out, and the people in the city had to rely on rice porridge to get through the day.
Even in famine years, people could dig up some bark and roots to fill their stomachs.