That year, empty bellies had given way to dazed eyes, twig-like arms and, finally, meager feasts of emaciated corpses for the vermin.

The next, much to the puzzlement of the technocrat lords, all potato crops failed. If the villeins smuggled a few throughout autumn and winter and left the rest underground, well, they didn't have to know.



(Part 1: https://rthstewart.dreamwidth.org/166704.html?thread=9561904#cmt9561904)