Lying on his back on the bed, Wen Shu touched his stomach that had begun to rumble with both hands, and secretly said in his heart: Bear with it again, bear with it again.

It's hard to hold on until now, and you must endure it.

An hour later, she couldn't hold it anymore, turned over in the dark night, called up the visual panel, took out three Zhuyu grasses from it, washed it with the tea on the table, rolled it up and stuffed it into her mouth.

Well, it's cool, sweet, and tastes a bit like licorice.

The three grasses are gone, Wen Shu smacked his mouth and touched his stomach, "What if you're still hungry?" ”

How many more?

The thought flashed, and she immediately took out more than ten from her own basket, but this one was almost half a handful, and the tea on the table was not enough to wash, and after thinking about it, she could only take the grass out of the door and wash it in the basin by the well.

Simply wiped off the dust on it, Wen Shu squatted on the edge of the well and ate all the grass one by one, fortunately, her father in the east chamber had already fallen asleep at this time, otherwise he wouldn't know what to be surprised when he saw her eating grass.

With a little half of the grass in his stomach, Wen Shu finally felt that he had some goods in his stomach, and he was not so hungry, but his mouth still felt that he owed something.

Half an hour later, Xu is Zhu Yucao began to work, and Wen Shu was not hungry at all.

It's just that the satiety brought by Yu Cao is still not as happy and satisfying as the usual meal.

Sure enough, people are still suitable for eating, not for eating grass!

With a sigh, she gradually fell asleep with a great longing for the food.

The next day, the first moment Wen Shu opened his eyes, he sensed his stomach, well, he didn't seem to be very hungry.

After washing, she sensed it again, but she was still not very hungry.

When I had breakfast, I was still not hungry.

When I ate lunch, I wasn't hungry.

Seeing his father eating fragrant food in front of him, Wen Shu was both surprised and amazed, wishing Yu Cao to be so powerful.

After careful calculation, seven hours would have passed from last night to noon, but she didn't feel hungry at all, and even when she saw her father eating so deliciously, she didn't even have much desire to eat.

Amazing, amazing!

After some sighing, Wen Shu got up and went to the kitchen to eat.

It's not that I suddenly feel hungry and want to eat, but because the Ming Dynasty is a cold food festival. From tomorrow onwards, she will not be able to start a fire or eat hot food for three days, so she will take advantage of the two hours in the afternoon to prepare enough food for the next three days.

In addition, it is necessary to prepare offerings for the next day outside the castle.

She plans to make cold noodles and green essence rice for her own food, and make noodles and swallows and jujube cakes for her offerings.

Cold noodles and noodles are both pasta, to wake up noodles, but this she has been prepared at noon, at this time only need to wake up the dough, take out the kneading fiber into a thin and long strip, and then put it into the pot to cook, and then put it into the well water to cool, and then put it out, this is cold noodles.

When eating, mix it with a few condiments or pickles and marinated pork.

The noodle bird's nest is made of flour to form a large delphinium, steamed and colored with vegetable juice, and then inserted into the needle of the sour jujube tree, which looks like a swallow falling on a branch.

Qingjing rice is to take the branches and leaves of the southern candle wood and mash it, then soak the white rice, soak it overnight until it is blue, and then steam it in a pot, then the color of the rice will change from green to black, also known as black rice.

This meal is not the cold food festival that prevails in Beijing, but is popular in the Jianghuai area, and the reason why she can cook it is because her deceased mother is from Jianghuai.

Since she was ten years old, she has been cooking a pot of green essence rice every year during the Cold Food Festival, half of which is offered to her mother and brother, and the rest is shared between her and her father.

Although she didn't have her mother's face and smile in her memory, from her father's intermittent narration, a vague shadow had formed in her heart.

The woman in the water town in the south of the Yangtze River speaks softly and looks gentle and moving.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, two hours passed in a flash, and as the sun gradually set, the kitchen was full of fragrance, and the prepared food was already piled up on the stove.

Seeing that the night was open, Wen Shu packed the prepared cold noodles into a bamboo basket and hung them in the air, so as not to be eaten by rats in the middle of the night. Then put the prepared green essence rice in a wooden basin, cover it tightly with a wooden lid, and put it on the inside of the stove.

The bird's nest is also put in the same way.

After doing this, Wen Shu rubbed her still not very hungry stomach and cooked a big meal for her father. In the next three days, because they couldn't start the fire, most people would make this last dinner more sumptuous than usual.

As the night began, the noise on the street finally quieted down for a while, everyone in the alley had dinner, and the Wen family's dinner table had already been put on the table with three dishes and one soup.

Wen Shu and Father Wen sat opposite each other, and the father and daughter sat on the table with three dishes and one soup, drinking rice wine in a cup while chatting about tomorrow's sacrifice.

Although she was still not hungry in her stomach, Wen Shu didn't dare to fool her father with that set of rhetoric anymore, once or twice, and there were too many times, her father was sure to be suspicious, so she could only eat with her "reluctantly".

However, because she was not hungry, she ate very slowly, and sometimes even put back the food that had been caught on the chopsticks while her father was not paying attention, and then moved her mouth and pretended to chew the food.

In this way, after a meal, it is not more than one-fifth of what is usually eaten.

After the meal, Father Wen was called by Sun Heping to go to the nearby Zhangjiawazi to watch the play, and Wen Shu took the opportunity to enter the iron box.

[Di - Landing place - Half Stone Mountain]

As the prompt fell, only to hear the sound of "poof", a figure suddenly appeared on the surface of the lake, and then smashed uncontrollably into the water, splashing countless splashes, and the fish that were originally playing in the water nearby were frightened and fled in fear by this sudden sound.

"Phew!" Wen Shu spit out the water that he accidentally poured into his mouth, and touched the pig urine bubble on his waist, so he was happy.

Thanks to her preparation in advance, otherwise today's planting would not have been a dead end.

No one passed by in this place, but fortunately, there was a pig urine bubble, so although most of her body was soaked in the water at the moment, fortunately, she was floating above the shoulders.

The river she fell into was quite wide, and when she swept it, it was at least ten zhang long, and she was in a relatively middle position at this time, five or six zhang away from both sides.

Longevity! Why did you fall into the river again, it's really a bad fate!

Wen Shu sighed and looked left and right, trying to find out which side he was closer to, so that he could row over. Although she doesn't know how to float, she should be able to row back now that she has a pig urine bubble and uses her hands and feet as a boat pulp, right?

Both sides of the river are wooded hills, but with where she is now, it seems to be closer to the left?

In the twilight of spring, the river was still cold, and it was not much warmer than the water in Jinming Pond, Wen Shu paddled his hands hard in the cold water, and at the same time, his feet under the water kept kicking, stepping out countless splashes.

Hey, hey, it really works.

Seeing that he kicked a few times, and his face was really facing the left bank, Wen Shu suddenly saw hope, and his heart was happy, and he hurriedly used his hands and feet to row forward.

"Hiss ......"

Just as she had just drawn a distance of a kilometer, she suddenly heard a hissing sound, and following the sound, she saw that there were many black lines floating towards the water on the right hand side.

No, it's swimming, those black lines will move.

The reason for this is that the water is flowing in the other direction, and the black lines are coming against the water, which is not possible without activity.

It can swim, it moves, it is long, and it hisses。。。。。。

Wen Shu's eyes widened in horror instantly!