Wang Xingxin, who traveled in a trance, accepted the helpless reality of innocent travel to the Tang Dynasty Zhenguan for three years in a trance. Wearing the clothes and shoes given by the kind old man, Wang Xingxin began to wander around the village. When he walked to the large field outside the village, Wang Xingxin thought that after the household registration fell, at least he could get some fields, so that he would not die of famine, hunger and cold, and suddenly felt a little relieved.

At this time, Wang Xingxin saw an old farmer walking from the field not far away, and his face seemed to be one of the five families in the village. He hurriedly approached the thousands, followed the example of the ancients, and asked, "Dare to ask if the uncle has returned from working in the fields?" The middle-aged man, who looked like an old man, asked blankly, "Are you coming back?" What does that mean? Wang Xingxin was suddenly embarrassed, learning from the ancients to drag the text, who knew that people couldn't understand it at all, and it was still in vain. So he hurriedly said, "Uncle, I'm asking if you just came back from working in the field." "Oh, your little Langjun is really hard to understand, old man, I just came back from the field, and the wheat was just planted after the autumn harvest, although the wheat rice is not very delicious, but it is also food, and you won't be hungry if you eat it." The old man went to the field to see if the wheat seedlings had emerged. ”

Wheat rice? Not tasty? Wang Xingxin was a little chaotic and urgently needed wisps. I hurriedly asked the old man to find out that in this era, flour was only eaten by rich and noble families, and the people could only eat wheat rice cooked with whole grains of wheat. It's not that there is no stone mill, but there are no tools for sifting flour. Although it is brave to know that the gauze is too fine, and the fine flour can indeed be obtained after sifting, but ten catties of wheat cannot be sifted five catties of noodles, and the people will naturally not waste so much wheat in this era when food is extremely expensive.

I remember that when I watched TV dramas and novels, there were already noodles and other pasta dishes during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, which were called soup cakes. Looking at this reality again, it seems that the soup cake is not eaten by ordinary people, and Wang Xingxin, who thought of eating, let out a discordant roar in his stomach. Yes, he was hungry. From the time of crossing to the present, it seems that the rice has not entered. Wang Xingxin hurriedly walked to the old man of the kind village who gave him clothes.

When he arrived at Muramasa's house, Wang Xingxin embarrassed and helplessly expressed his current situation that he was very hungry, and then got two pieces of browned lumpy food from Lord Muramasa, and also got a bowl of somewhat muddy water. Wang Xingxin looked at the charred lumpy object in his hand, no, it was food. Looking at the slightly turbid water in the black bowl, he closed his eyes helplessly, gritted his teeth, and stomped his feet to eat. When Wang Xingxin took a bite of the food called yellow cake and chewed it for a while, he asked the sky speechlessly. It didn't have the aroma of pure natural food as written in the novel, but it had an indescribable bad taste and was difficult to swallow, so he had no choice but to swallow it after taking a sip of water. This series of performances is another expression in the eyes of the old man of the village, and the village is looking at it and feeling that the baby seems to be hungry for three days. Wang Xingxin finished eating two pieces of burnt yellow cakes as quickly as possible, and drank the bowl of water that was not very clean. calmed down his complicated mood and looked at Muramasa pitifully.

"Xiao Langjun, haven't you eaten enough? It's not that the old man is reluctant to give it again, it's just that you have been hungry for too long, and you shouldn't eat too much. Let's wait a little longer and then use some corncakes. Only then did Wang Xingxin know that he was eating corn cakes. I got some food in my stomach and solved some hunger problems. Wang Xingxin made it easy for the old man to talk.

"Uncle Muramasa, may I ask your surname?"

"The old man's surname is Liu, and he is called Liu Laoer, and the five families in Yuanlou Village are all surnamed Liu, and they are all originally just separate households. There are five families in the village, the old man and I are the village leader, and I am also the oldest person in the village, the old man has only one son, and now he is married in the village and the old man is a family. The other four families are all grandnephews of the old man, and the five families have a total of 27 people. Plus you are six households, and our village has added more people, which is gratifying! ”

Congratulations! Wang Xingxin, who was overjoyed, looked at the increasingly dim sky, and hurriedly asked the old man again: "Uncle Liu, where does that kid live tonight?" ”

"These days, you temporarily live in the firewood room in the old Han courtyard, although it is a firewood room, but clean up to be clean, Liu Gangzi in the village is a good carpenter, I will find him to make you a bed, and then let other households in the village help some bedding, fortunately it is not very cold now, and last a few days, now the autumn harvest has passed, let the villagers build you a house."

After that, Liu Lao Er got up and went to Liu Gangzi's house, asked him to build a bed for Wang Xingxin, and by the way, pointed to the end of the firewood room and asked Wang Xingxin to clean it up by himself. Wang Xingxin walked into the firewood house and saw that the earthen house of about 4 square meters was extremely dim and damp after entering. There is some firewood piled up in one corner, and some miscellaneous items piled up in the other corner. Sighing heavily, Wang Xingxin began to clean up. About two hours later, that is, an hour later, the entire four-square-meter small firewood room was clean, although there was still a strange smell of dampness, but those messy firewood and sundries were neatly and orderly by Wang Xingxin, and it was no longer disorganized.

Just when Wang Xingxin was panting and looking at the sky that had already darkened, he saw Liu Laohan walking over with some people. Liu Laohan pointed to a big man and said to Wang Xingxin: "This is Liu Gangzi, you are called Brother Gongzi." The carpenter's craftsmanship is in a hurry, and all the towns and villages have come to him to build furniture, and if a woman marries a woman with a dowry created by Liu Gangzi, it is extremely beautiful. ”

After that, let someone come to move a wooden object that says it is a bed, not a bed, and a couch is not a couch. In Wang Xingxin's opinion, no matter what the hell this strange object is, as long as it can sleep, at least it is made of wood instead of a bed made of adobe as described in the novel. After placing the items that were called beds, someone brought something that I didn't know if it was hay or straw and spread it on the bed. Then someone brought a quilt, Wang Xingxin took it, and saw that the black linen quilt was not filled with cotton, but seemed to be thatch. That's right, it's definitely thatch, Wang Xingxin knows this thing.

After Liu Laohan and his party left, Wang Xingxin sat on a bed covered with hay, touching the linen quilt filled with thatch that emitted an unknown smell. This is my life in Datang Zhenguan, this is the first night I came to Zhenguan, this is the crossing of TMD's innocence!

After sorting out the limited information, Wang Xingxin was at a loss. Blank to the point of being overwhelmed, so dazed that he was a little panicked, so dazed that he cried silently...... After crying silently, Wang Xingxin lay down, lay on the grass and calmed down and thought.

The first is survival, no matter how good or bad you are, you don't have to survive first, and you're not an engineering man, nor is it a liberal arts tyrant. I can't remember a few Tang poems, and I can't memorize a few Song poems. There are no potatoes, sweet potatoes, and no anti-heaven system golden fingers. I can't make steel and glass, I can't design waterwheels, I can't make pears, and I can't make any looms and spinning machines. As for the gunpowder formula, although I know it, it is a fatal thing, and I dare not do it or think about it. I read a few time-traveling novels before I crossed over, and I knew that saltpeter made ice, but now it's autumn and I can't use it now. I know how to make handmade soap, but there are no raw materials for this condition. The only thing that can be done is to purify the refined salt, which is simple. It is to dissolve and filter the salt before boiling.

Throughout ancient times, salt was an indispensable item for the people's life, and it was also an item controlled by the state, and salt and iron have always been official camps. It was illegal to make private salt in the Tang Dynasty, but it should be okay to purify a small amount of refined salt to solve the current survival problem.

Thinking of this, Wang Xingxin was a little dazed, and in the confusion, he thought of the horseshoe, which was a sharp weapon for crossing. There is also movable type printing, in fact, this is just a matter of concept, not some technical problem, as long as you understand the concept is easy to make. Find a suitable time to contribute these two sharp weapons, maybe you can make a prince like the protagonist of the time-traveling novel I have read before......

Wang Xingxin, who was immersed in the fantasy of the prince Wandai, fell asleep in a daze, curled up on the hay bunk, covered with a linen thatch quilt, and he seemed to dream that he was back in his home in the 21st century......