Northern Song Dynasty, Jiayou three years, Jinghu South Road. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The red sun is slanting in the west, and the wild grass hangs in the sun.

A year of disaster.

Hungry.

Chen Yuansheng lay on the ground, and the wild grass passed through his ears, covering his figure. He was very hungry, so hungry that he didn't have the strength to get up.

"Village, village owner, just like us, we don't have the energy to go down the mountain, even if there is a caravan coming, we can't stop it." Wang Er, who was lying beside Chen Yuansheng, said in a slight and stumbling voice, "Why don't we eat soil." I recognize this, Guanyin soil, I won't be hungry if I eat it. ”

"Eat dirt? Do you want to die? Chen Yuansheng tilted his head and gritted his teeth at Wang Er, who was already hungry and a little swollen, "With me, none of you want to die."

Eat! Find something to eat!

Huzi, you go to see the condom we have under it, and there is no selapse.

Futong, you continue to look for the mouse hole, and find the mouse and food in the hole.

Xiaoyu, Fengzi, you two go to fetch water and boil water.

Xu Jiang, you take the remaining brothers to dig grass roots, dig wild vegetables, and pick up branches.

An hour later, before the sun sets, no matter what the harvest is, they return to the cottage to gather.

With me, don't even think about dying to any of you! ”

The roar used up all of Chen Yuansheng's strength, and when he was exhausted, he barely turned over, smelling the fishy smell of the earth, looking at the sunset hanging on the side of the mountain through the weeds, and his face was full of unwillingness.

His name is Chen Yuansheng, he is a traverser, born thousands of years later, and has a cottage factory.

Inexplicably, he traveled back in time, to a thousand years ago. has become a veritable cottage owner.

Lustful dogs and horses? Drinking in a big bowl? Eating meat in chunks?

Don't think about it, cottage farming is the mainstay, and in ordinary years, it is barely enough to eat and wear, and in a disaster year like this year, it is very problematic to fill your stomach.

Forget it, I don't want to do so much, it's important to collect food.

Chen Yuansheng, who had rested for a while, regained some strength a little, he rolled over with his arm on the ground, and his eyes swept over the land, looking for any ingredients that could be eaten.

The sky is getting dark, and there are weak villagers, gathered together to take stock of the harvest.

Huzi lassoed a pheasant, Futong found half a catty of grains, captured five rats alive, Xiaoyu and Fengzi picked up two large tanks of water, and Xu Jiang and the remaining brothers collected a small pile of grassroots wild vegetables.

Chen Yuansheng put down the wild vegetables in his hand and sighed, these foods seem to be a lot, but when they are distributed among ten people, it is not much.

Make a fire, boil water, and boil porridge.

Unlike the neon lights of the modern city at night, the boundary where Chen Yuansheng is now located, except for the fire in the cottage, there is no half of the fire within a radius of one mile.

"Huzi, this is yours, Futong, your ......" Chen Yuansheng distributed the food, the wooden rice spoon, the multigrain gruel made from the firewood, shook it out of the pottery urn, poured it into the clay bowl, and handed it to the two of them.

Huzi took Tao Wan, but Futong didn't, he was holding a shabby knife that couldn't see its original color, and the mice he caught were disemboweled.

It's a technical job, and you can't be distracted, not just get that poor bit of rat meat out. Also make sure that the skin of the rat is intact, and the internal organs are intact.

The whole process, if put on human beings, is a torture that exterminates humanity. Skinning cramps, cruel to the extreme. However, now it's just a mouse, and it's hard for people to live, so who cares about mice.

"Futong, don't deal with it yet, eat, you have a delicate job, you can't be in a hurry. Drink porridge first, don't go hungry," Chen Yuansheng said.

"Okay." The quiet-spoken Futong responded. He put down the mouse carcass in his hand and was about to take the bowl and chopsticks.

Chen Yuansheng looked at his blood-stained hands and said, "Futong, you wash your hands with warm water first, it's unhygienic to eat like this." ”

Health, for the people in the cottage, unfamiliar, quite unfamiliar, is the word put forward by Chen Yuansheng, the owner of the village.

Although it is a new word, the people in the cottage are not strange. Because, the entire cottage, including the old owner who has died, Chen Yuansheng is literate alone. He had read a new term from the book, and it was not surprising to say it.

"Yes." Fu used half a gourd to cut a scoop, scooped some boiling water, mixed the cold water in the water tank, and silently washed his hands.

Chen Yuansheng served everyone a meal, and after they were all served, he picked up his bowl, "Everyone eats." Today is lucky, catch a pheasant, a few rats, rare meat, everyone eat quickly. ”

The atmosphere was depressing, except for Chen Yuansheng, no one else spoke, and everyone was eating silently.

Unknown beasts, roaring not far away.

Chen Yuansheng saw that everyone had eaten, and he began to eat it himself. He had been struggling just now, and he was also hungry, as hungry as everyone else, so hungry that he didn't want to talk. But if even he doesn't speak and cheer up, then the fate of this group is really worrying.

The chicken soup has been stewed for a long time, and the pheasant is an old pheasant, which is old and the meat is old, and it is not easy to boil. Compared to a small pheasant, the soup pot is too big.

This was deliberately arranged by Chen Yuansheng, the hungrier he was, the more food he ate. A small pheasant, let alone three or two people to eat, is not enough for one person to eat.

In order to let everyone get the smell of meat, there is no way to cook a big pot of soup.

Warm up with hot soup and fill your stomach with gruel.

After dinner, I regained some strength, and the conversation began to grow.

Everyone chatted and talked about it, there were no lofty ideals that could not be attained, they were all down-to-earth, bits and pieces.

Xu Jiang looked at the churning chicken soup in the pot, swallowed his saliva and said, "If only one day you could live a life where you can eat and dress warmly every day, what do you like to eat the most?" ”

Huzi said in a humble voice, "I like the kind of big meat buns made of finely ground white noodles the most." When I used to flee the famine, I was really envious of watching the son of the lifting family eat this. That smell, that taste, if only I could eat it one day......"

As he spoke, Huzi closed his eyes and imagined a big, white, fragrant and steaming meat bun in front of his eyes.

On the side, Wang Er looked at Huzi's appearance and sneered, "Huzi, do you think this is possible?" I also want to eat white noodles. I'm content to eat 60% every day. It would be better if I could live longer, save some money, marry a mother-in-law, and have a child. ”

"Yes, yes, marry a wife and have children. I am the only one left in our old Liu family, if I don't have children, the old Liu family will be dead. Fengzi echoed Wang Er's words.

"I want to marry a wife too......"

"I want to too!"

"I want to, too." The same sound, from different places.

Only Futong did not speak, he sat quietly in the corner, dismembering several rats that he had found and killed by his own hands by the light of the fire.

Chen Yuansheng looked at the deep and boundless starry sky, listened to their words, and secretly made up his mind......

We must let more people live!