That painful headache made the eldest grandson Erlang worse than dead, but it also forcibly poured a huge amount of information into his mind, a twelve-year memory, common sense, and what he knew and heard, and his brain cells and nerves couldn't bear such a huge amount of information in a short period of time, so he fainted.

At this time, it was a little better, and the traverser named Li Hong in his previous life woke up under the gaze of many men, rubbing his head and slowly sorting out what was going on.

He crossed.

In his previous life, Li Hong was a middle-level manager of a Fortune 500 company in the world. In his spare time, he likes outdoor sports, this day he climbed the mountain alone, and saw the clouds and fog on the mountainside at the peak, and he was proud for a while, raising his trekking pole to the sky and roaring, when he was pretending to be forced, who knew that the sky was a cloudless clear sky, and for no reason he split down a hideous lightning, and hit Li Hong accurately along the metal trekking pole, so that he split into a humanoid black charcoal, and the soul flew over time and space, and entered the body of this young man.

This young man named Changsun Hong, twelve years old, is the son of the bearded Baozheng Changsun Hao, and there is an older brother who died young, so he is called Changsun Erlang, the only seedling in the family, and there are no younger siblings. Jin's eldest grandson Jin is his father's younger brother and second uncle.

This trip, Changsun Hao considered that Erlang was already twelve years old, and he had reached the age of long-term knowledge, so he discussed with his younger brother Changsun Jin and took him with him, after all, men in this era have been out of the category of boys at the age of twelve, and they are considered men.

Unexpectedly, when he walked to the ground in Changzhou, Changsun Hong fell ill with typhoid fever, he was already weak, malnourished, and had poor resistance, and his illness worsened in less than two days, with a high fever and rash, and he was unconscious, and he died of illness tonight.

Li Hong spanned thousands of years and entered this sick body, from the rich and handsome who was envied by later generations to a poor child with a poor family and a difficult world. The only thing to be thankful for is that when he crossed over, the typhoid fever that caused the main lord Sun Hong, who lost his life, was cured with the death of the deity.

He patted his head, looked up, and saw more than a dozen pairs of eyes looking at him.

Changsun Hong stared at each other with their big eyes, helpless and wandering, everyone saw him wake up, and someone reached out and touched his forehead, and they all became happy, and talked nonsense: "Okay, okay, you see, there is no fever, and I have energy, and I am getting better." ”

"Baozheng's son, sure enough, the tiger father has no dogs, a typhoid fever will be fine in a blink of an eye, and if you change to someone else, I'm afraid you will lose a layer of skin."

"Of course, Erlang has a mellow temperament, and the Buddha will bless him."

"Hey, I think it was Baozheng who went to Changzhou late at night to look for medicine, which moved the heavens, and this made Erlang better."

"What nonsense, can the gods and Buddhas manage so far? This is because Erlang has a good body. ”

Everyone was noisy, you said a word to me, and Changsun Hong only felt a "buzzing" in his ears when he heard it, but what these ancients said was unbounded, which made him have a headache and couldn't help but smile bitterly. The second uncle, Sun Jin, thought that he had just recovered from a serious illness, and he was still a little unfortunate, for fear that everyone would quarrel with him, so he scolded everyone: "What are you doing around? Don't have to rush tomorrow? Go back to sleep! ”

Everyone saw that Erlang was much better, and he really had to rush again tomorrow, carrying a heavy burden all the way, it was really hard, seeing that the sky was about to brighten, and he could make up for a return to sleep, so they congratulated Brother Jin together, and turned back to sleep.

Driving away the idlers, Brother Jin turned his head, looked at Changsun Hong with a frown and concern, and asked, "What's the matter?" Jiro, how does your body feel? ”

Changsun Hong has already accepted his fate, since he has come here, there is no way to leave or right, and he can't expect another lightning bolt from the sky to get him back, so he has to get by.

He nodded weakly, leaned his head against the trunk of the tree behind him, looked at the second uncle in front of him, who was much younger than his previous life, and said, "It's much better, but it's not strong and weak." ”

The eldest grandson Jin touched and pinched him, and after confirming that he had no fever, he said happily: "That's because you haven't eaten water and rice for two days and collapsed. ”

A young man with a tiger head and a tiger brain came over and brought a bowl of porridge that had just been heated with a smile, the porridge was boiled well, thick but not greasy, a layer of rice oil floated on the surface, and the aroma made people can't hold it.

In later generations, Li Hong, who had eaten a lot of delicacies and seafoods, would have scoffed at this bowl of vegetarian porridge without any condiments if he had seen it in the crossing, but at this moment, his eyes lit up like he had heard the Buddha jumping over the wall, and the hunger that had been hungry for two days made him desperately stretch his neck and open his mouth to reach the rice bowl.

Changsun Jin hurriedly shouted: "Hey, hey, slow down, slow down, be careful of the hot, dog, you take the bowl well, don't choke him, Erlang, drink slowly, drink slowly." ”

The young man named Dog Han smiled and took the bowl, agreed, and gently tilted the earthen bowl at an angle, so that the bowl of porridge slowly flowed into Changsun Hong's mouth, the temperature of the porridge was suitable, not hot or cold, and Changsun Hong drank very comfortably.

A bowl of porridge quickly bottomed out, and the eldest grandson Hong smashed his mouth with a bang, leaning against the trunk of the tree and making a request: "Dog, I still want to eat." ”

The dog is his partner who has played since he was a child, and is a farmer's child in the village, two years older than the eldest grandson, already fourteen years old, and is quite tall and long, although the reason for not eating enough is a little thin, but the strength is very great, a horse face and two thick eyebrows, working in the field on weekdays, picking mulberries on trees, and half of the family's labor. This time, he came out with Sun Baozheng, the village chief, also because there was a lot of work at home, and the adults couldn't get out, so they had to let him come.

Hearing Changsun Hong's words, the dog's heart was full of joy, and when he saw that Changsun Hong was cured, he was happy; Second, in the past, Changsun Hong always laughed at him for making porridge that was unpalatable, unless he was extremely hungry and never added rice, but today he took the initiative to eat a second bowl, which is a recognition of his cooking skills.

He ran to the bonfire where the embers were not exhausted, picked up the crockpot containing the porridge and ran back, poured out the remaining porridge in the crockpot, and it was full of a big bowl.

Wiping his mouth, he exhaled a long breath, and his stomach was warm and stocked, and Changsun Hong felt that he had come to life.

The dog held the empty jar, looked at him with a smile, and said, "I'll boil it again soon, it's dawn around the right, and I have to prepare breakfast." ”

He asked Brother Jin, "Brother Jin, how much rice are you cooking today?" ”

Changsun Jin thought about it, looked at Changsun Hong and said with a smile: "To celebrate Erlang's restoration today, let's eat more and cook eight liters." ”

The dog was happy and agreed: "Okay! "I went with the crockpot.

Eight liters of rice, more than a dozen people eat, Li Hong has no concept of weights and measures in this era, but after inheriting his memory, he also knows a little about it, and knows that eight liters of rice is converted into catties and taels for later generations, but the amount of nearly ten catties, so many men, some too little. So he said casually: "Second uncle, eight liters is a little less, so many people eat, it's not enough." ”

He pointed to the basket stacked on the side and said, "Isn't it all food here?" What's the harm in cooking a little more? ”

He didn't know that these eight liters of rice were equal to the daily rations of this group of people a few days ago, if it weren't for his illness and recovery, Changsun Jin would not have been able to put so much rice in one meal.

Sure enough, the eldest grandson Jin's face changed, and he said in a solemn tone: "These rice can't be wasted, if you eat one more liter of rice, you have to change it for half a catty of salt, how much can we earn on this trip, just rely on the salt that we exchanged back, eat it, what do we exchange it for?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and smiled at the eldest Sun Hong: "If you are not enough, the second uncle's share will be given to you to eat." ”

Looking at the scar on the face of the eldest grandson from the temple to the chin on the right cheek, and the vegetable skin with distinct colors and obvious malnutrition, the later Li Hong's current eldest grandson Hong suddenly realized that the reason why this group of people were starving with food, and they couldn't eat enough but refused to spend more rice was because they had to rely on these grains in exchange for illicit salt.