With Lin Kun's name, a diploma to prove his identity, he entered the city unimpeded, and the officers of the city defense team politely sent Liu Gouwa into the city. www.biquge.info In the city, Liu Gouwa saw the appearance of the ancient castle for the first time, a dilapidated stone street, running through the east and west, the wooden houses on both sides of the street, mixed with a small number of brick houses with high doors, row upon row, uneven height. A little further away from the street, there are dense thatched houses, disorganized, filthy, and insect-ridden. Now, Liu Gouwa knows that the TV said that every time the ancients captured a city, they could destroy a city by setting a fire, which is true.

Liu Gouwa was on the streets, I don't know where to go, the memory of the predecessor disappeared completely, there was not a trace left, Lin Kun thought he was the predecessor of the dog, and he didn't tell the address of the Lin family in a hurry, so he galloped away. Liu Gouwa didn't know how long this predecessor hadn't eaten, and along the way, her stomach had growled all the way, and now she had entered the city, her whole body was weak from hunger, and her head and eyes were dizzy.

Walking a short distance along the long street, you will see several stalls selling steamed buns, the steamed buns are cold, there is no heating equipment to heat, it may be just after the war, the street is deserted, and there are not many people to buy steamed buns. Liu Gouwa was hungry and uncomfortable, and when he came to a steamed bun stall, the stall owner's brother warmly beckoned him to buy steamed buns, and when he knew that he was penniless, he drove him away like a fly. When I came to the second gear, a woman carried her son who had just turned old on her back, and a sloppy little girl of four or five years old in her hand, selling steamed buns listlessly, the little girl was skinny, her face was pale, and her deep-set eyes were staring at those steamed buns without blinking. When the woman saw Liu Gouwa move to her stall, she said: "This little brother, let's go to the next house if you beg for food, we have these steamed buns left in our house, and we and the children are reluctant to eat them, just hoping to exchange some money to buy some coarse salt, and the family has not eaten salt for several days." ”

Liu Gouwa had read the article of the white-haired girl before, and knew the horror of long-term lack of salt and sodium, and there was no taste in anything to eat, just like drinking boiled water, it was desperate to think about. Liu Gouwa didn't know anything about life in ancient times, and the price of salt in the Republic era was the cheapest, so she couldn't help asking: "Are you short of salt here?" ”

"Originally, there was no shortage in previous years, and the merchants of the Tang Kingdom would sell some coarse salt every month every year, and the price was not too high, but since the implementation of military management, the price has ...... Alas! The woman said helplessly. From ancient times to the present, Liu Gouwa has never heard that salt will be controlled by the military, and the military can only manage strategic materials related to the army, such as pig iron, leather, beef tendon, etc., ancient salt can only be regarded as a necessity of life, but it is very scarce, the price is quite high, usually controlled by the government, rarely involving the army. Liu Gouwa couldn't help but ask again: "The army will also manage salt?" ”

"What's wrong? No matter what, what do they hand over, and what does the court hand over to the Khitan dog? When the woman saw that there was no one on the left and right, she whispered angrily. Liu Gouwa knew that the current Shijin Dynasty had to pay tribute to the Khitan every year, and Zhongyuan was not a salt-producing area, but he didn't know whether salt was among the tributes, and asked: "The imperial court also wants to pay tribute to the Khitan salt?" ”

"I didn't use it a few years ago, but this year I increased the tribute salt, I heard that it was the Bohai people who rioted and cut off the salt road of the Khitan dog, and the Khitan dog could only give a holy decree to the imperial court to pay tribute to the salt. The emperor could only issue a holy decree to the state capitals to ban the management of salt, and General Zhang in the state city refused to hand over the salt bought from the Tang State, disobeying the holy decree, and the imperial court sent a large army to conquer the city a few days ago, and the city was broken, and General Zhang was also beheaded. ”

"Salt is paid to the Khitans, so what else are we going to eat." Liu Gouwa couldn't help but be a little angry when she heard this.

"The government also sells some coarse salt at regular intervals every month, but the price is a bit high." The woman said.

Liu Gouwa didn't want to ask any more, because his stomach was really hungry, people were iron, rice was steel, and he was panicked if he didn't eat a meal, and now his heart was really panicked, and a penny was difficult to beat a hero, and he didn't think he was a hero. Along the way, the flow of people is increasing, and people begging can be seen everywhere, and the fairy tale of the hungry hero who meets a well-wisher who gives a bag of porridge often shown in the TV series has never appeared on Liu Gouwa's body, after all, no one will easily give up relying on biomass in the difficult reality, and the noble is just a fantasy. Liu Gouwa decided to be self-reliant, to be back to his old profession, the poor occupation of the Republic era - part-time work, when Liu Gouwa asked a few shops and a few wine inns, completely desperate, the current world is simply unimaginable, even a job to be a shopkeeper to sell himself as a slave, become the shopkeeper's servants, there is no part-time job at all.

"Brother Dog, why are you here? I haven't seen you in days. Just when Liu Gouwa was desperate and helpless, a childish childish voice sounded beside him. I saw a seven or eight-year-old boy who was black and thin, wearing a dirty ragged linen coat, holding an empty broken bowl in one hand and a green bamboo stick in the other.

Liu Gouwa looked at this sloppy little boy, not knowing how he knew himself, it should be his predecessor, and couldn't help asking, "Little brother, do you know me?" ”

"Brother Dog, don't you know me? I'm Zhang San, Zhang San, who is the first in the oil soup. I haven't seen my brother for a few days, everyone thinks my brother is sick, and they have to go to visit, but Shopkeeper Lin always doesn't let us beggars get close to the wine inn, and says that my brother has gone far away and will never come back, everyone doesn't believe it, Li Si's guy is still crying."

"Brother, my brother really went on a long trip and is back now." Liu Gouwa heard that so many beggars were thinking about themselves in this troubled world, and couldn't help but be a little moved, thinking that the predecessor of this dog was not useless, and it was supported by so many beggars here.

"Brother Zhang, Brother Li, why aren't they with you?"

"Li Si is in the south of the city, it is estimated that he has not begged for food, I heard that a new batch of refugees have just come to the south of the city, and everyone's life is even more miserable." Zhang San was a little helpless, and then said happily, "However, my brother is back, and our good days are coming back." ”

After asking Zhang San in detail, I learned that the predecessor of Goudan used to be a junior in the Lin family's wine inn, and often kept the meat washing water with a layer of oil floating after washing the meat in the morning and the leftover soup from the oil and water from the pot at night, and then distributed it to these beggars, and they took it back to cook and eat, this is their good life. As a person from the future republic, Liu Gouwa feels sad when she thinks about it, it turns out that their good life is so simple.

Under the guidance of Zhang San, Liu Gouwa returned to the Lin Family Inn, the wine inn is not very big, there is no welcome wine flag, and there is no name signboard, eating and living in one, almost belongs to the prototype of the future hotel, wooden structure, the front hall entertains food and drink, and the back hall is the guest house. Lin Kun's father, Lin Shopkeeper, is in his fifties, his skin is wrinkled but white, his eyes are always squinting, and he has a smile on his face from time to time, looking like a rich man, but when he saw Liu Gouwa appear at the door of the inn, the smile suddenly froze on his face, and only consternation was left in his eyes, looking at him in disbelief, how could he believe that a dead person was now standing in front of him alive.

Retold his experience again, in an exclamation for the miracle of life, Liu Gouwa returned to his old business after a full meal, a strange and familiar job, a part-time bartender, also called the shopkeeper. Because Liu Gouwa's predecessor, Gouwa, was an orphan abandoned by the tenant when he was a child, he ate and lived in the Lin family, and it can be said that he grew up eating the Lin family's food, although he did not sign the deed of sale, but it is also equivalent to the Lin family's descendants, so he has no salary, only a small monthly interest, that is to say, he gives some pocket money every month. Although the monthly profit of the dog baby is small, but it has been accumulated for many years, there are more than four taels of silver, Lin shopkeeper returned the four taels of silver and his personal belongings when Liu Gouwa came back, there are only two sets of semi-old clothes in the items, and an oval black and red iron card, the upper end of the iron card has a ring buttonhole, at first glance, I thought it was the Xuantie order written by Jin Yong in the chivalrous line, although it is not Xuantie, but it is also extremely rare, and it is obviously the personal belongings of the predecessor of the dog.

As a person in the era of industry and commerce, knowing the role of the brand, Liu Gouwa suggested hanging the Lin family's signboard at the door of the wine inn, at first the Lin shopkeeper did not agree, thinking that why bother, but also to ask someone to write, it is troublesome and troublesome, but after Liu Gouwa's explanation of the role of the brand, he reluctantly agreed to ask a scholar to write the Lin family's signboard. The dishes of the Lin family are also relatively simple, either fried or boiled, and the method is the same, after Liu Gouwa showed a hand to fry and fry, fry, stew, stew, and simmer, the Lin shopkeeper couldn't help but look at him with admiration, and praised him for being the reincarnation of a spirit child, just because there is no great magic power in the sky and the earth, and he almost quit the chef who cooked, but fortunately, Liu Gouwa had no intention of being a kitchen worker in the kitchen, and promised to give up these half-baked cooking skills selflessly.

Although it has just experienced the war, Xiao Song City, as the companion city of Song City, is located in the Tang and Jin Dynasty transportation arteries, commerce is still prosperous, the war is calm, and the merchants of the two countries come back and forth from the south to the north. Because of Liu Gouwa's introduction of a variety of novel dishes, the business of the Lin Family Wine House has gradually improved much better than before, and the soldiers in the city have also sold the face of the main general Lin Kun, and they have often visited the Lin Family Wine House in the past two days. On the third day, a soldier got drunk, cried and was very sad, slapped the table and shouted: "Fucking quacks, a bunch of waste...... Woo woo...... "The soldiers next to him are all kind to consol.

Liu Gouwa paid attention, and listened to the conversations of these soldiers one after another, only to learn that the brother of the drunken soldier had persisted for five days due to an infected wound and died yesterday. Ancient surgery, Liu Gouwa is not flattering, wound disinfection is a problem, although Hua Tuo Bian Que's medical skills are divine, but that is all mythical legends, handed down very few practical medical skills. Professional disinfection is still the practical use of alcohol in later generations, and now people even make low-alcohol wine, and they won't make alcohol at all, Liu Gouwa secretly made up her mind in her heart, and she must make up her mind to make alcohol.