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It was freezing and snowing.

There is a grass house at the west end of Zhaojia Village.

On the bamboo couch in the house, a young man was lying with his body curled up against the wall, dying.

"This time it's actually a rebirth!"

Xu Xiaoyu, who crossed over, occupied the young man's body.

Information was obtained from his remaining memories.

It's now the second year of Tang Wude,

The reigning emperors were Li Yuan, the crown prince Li Jiancheng, and the king of Qin, Li Shimin.

Zhaojia Village, where he is located, is near Chang'an.

The original owner of this body is called Zhao Tuo. He was not a local, but was moved to the vicinity of Chang'an City by the government with the exiles.

Before the cold weather, he settled in this Zhaojia Village. In the west of the village, he built a straw house by himself.

I never thought that winter was coming, the roads were closed by heavy snow, there was not enough food and cold things, and I froze to death at home.

Xu Xiaoyu thought that he was going to change his name to Zhao Tuo again!

Resisting the discomfort, he got up from the couch and stuffed a few more handfuls of hay into his shabby clothes.

"I'm so hungry, I have to go out and find something to eat."

When I opened the crumbling wooden door, a biting cold wind blew in my face.

Get out there and take a look around.

Except for a short distance, some houses can be seen sparsely.

There was a snow-white sky between heaven and earth, and there was no color at all.

In the remaining memory, going north, there is a large wasteland. Originally, it was a fertile land, but it was fought every year, and no one cultivated it, and it became a wasteland.

Bent over and curled up, he paced north, snow-capped, and there was no way out.

Pick up a few, slightly sharper stones.

With his sensitive five senses, he hopes to find a rat hole in this wasteland.

After turning around, my body was a little stiff.

Finally, I noticed a little movement not far ahead.

Slowly moving over, using branches to remove the heavy snow that covered the cover, sure enough, there was a small hole.

Poked in with a branch, and a giant rat suddenly sprang out.

"Whoosh~"

The stone in his hand hit the rat on the head with precision, and it fell directly to the ground.

He continued to poke with a branch, and four rats sprang out one after another.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~"

All of them were knocked to the ground by Zhao Tuo with stones.

I put my hand in the rat hole, dug it for a long time, and finally got a handful of food.

Put the food in his pocket, carry the five mice, and hurry home.

Originally, these things were not edible, and it was very likely that they would be infected with the plague.

But now there is really no way but to rely on this method to survive this time.

Build a stove, lean against the fire, warm your body first, and move your stiff limbs.

There is a crockpot on the stove, which is filled with snow water.

After washing the grain taken out of the rat hole several times, it is burned in the fire, and when it is slightly browned, it is put into a clay pot, and when the snow water boils, there is porridge to drink.

Go to the snow outside the house, slaughter five rats, collect the blood and internal organs that have been taken out, and keep them for later use.

Put the rat meat on the fire and burn it, looking at the rat meat on the fire, the oil is bubbling, and a strong smell of meat swept in.

Zhao Tuo swallowed his saliva, waited until the rat meat was a little charred, then tore it into thin strips and put it in the porridge, and continued to boil.

"So far, it's the only way to deal with it."

Burn it with an open flame first, and then boil it in water, if you can still get sick, Zhao Tuo really has no choice.

The porridge had already been boiled, and Zhao Tuo only ate a little bit at first, and after an hour, he ate a little more.

The body has been hungry for too long, and can only eat food little by little.

A crockpot of porridge with meat, which was eaten until the evening. Zhao Tuo finally relieved himself and didn't starve to death.

Curled up on the bamboo couch, it was difficult to survive the night.

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The next day at noon

Zhao Tuo leaned against the door frame, holding a stone in his hand, polishing a wooden stick, and boiling snow water on the ground.

In the distance, the clearing was littered with blood and internal organs from yesterday's rat killing.

"Wow~Wow~Wow~"

After waiting for more than an hour, there was a crow cry from the sky.

Zhao Tuo put the bamboo stick on his right hand, picked up the hot water in his left hand, and drank it slowly, keeping his eyes on the bait in front of him!

After a while, a black crow landed on the guts of the mouse.

"Huh~"

A bamboo skewer was quickly and ruthlessly inserted into the crow's neck.

didn't pick up the prey, Zhao Tuo continued to wait.

As the sun sets, a white fox quietly appears.

After walking around the crow's corpse for a long time to make sure that there was no danger, he cautiously stepped forward.

First tried to pluck the crow's corpse with his claws, and after making sure that there was no trap, he just picked it up with his beak.

"Huh~"

The bamboo stick stabbed hard into the fox's eye socket, and the fox fell directly to the ground without any struggle.

Zhao Tuo stepped forward and brought the crow and fox back.

Use a stone that has been polished during the day to completely peel off the white fox skin.

After slaughtering, continue to collect the blood and internal organs.

He cooked all the meat in a crockpot, ate a full meal, and spent another night holding hay.

Early the next morning, Zhao Tuo decided to go to Chang'an City and find a way to get some emergency living items, otherwise he would eat boiled meat every day and sleep with hay at night, and his body would not be able to stand it sooner or later.

Zhaojia Village is not far from Chang'an City, and it took less than an hour to come to Chang'an City.

Entering Chang'an City, the buildings in the city look a little old and some are damaged.

The country has just been established, and many of the buildings are left over from the previous dynasty. The era of great governance has not yet come, and today's Chang'an is not as prosperous and lively as in later generations.

Walking on the streets of Xicheng, there are not many shops on both sides, but there are many people setting up stalls on the streets. Zhao Tuo didn't have a penny on him, looked at the white fox fur on his waist, and walked into a grocery store.

In the grocery store, there was only one Xiao Er who looked at the counter, and when he saw Zhao Tuo coming in, he greeted him with a smile and asked, "What does the guest officer need?" ”

Zhao Tuo took out the white fox fur around his waist and showed it to him, and asked, "How much is this worth?" ”

Xiao Er took the white fox skin, looked through it carefully, and said with a smile: "A white fox skin that is intact, I can give you fifty yuan." ”

Zhao Tuo nodded, he didn't know what the market price was, but he needed money urgently.

took the fifty yuan given by Xiao Er, and asked again, "Do you have salt here?" ”

Xiao Er replied: "Yes, fifty wen a catty." ”

"It's too expensive." Zhao Tuo sighed in his heart, but he still had to buy some, and said to Xiao Er, "Can you give me ten cents?" ”

Looking at Xiao Er's movements, he often does this business, took out a palm-sized small cloth bag from under the counter, pinched out a handful from the salt shaker and put it into the cloth bag, handed it to Zhao Tuo, and said, "Ten cents." ”

I paid the money and left the grocery store with the remaining forty cents.

Walking in Chang'an City, Zhao Tuo was thinking about how to make money, and looked up to see a tall building in front of him, and the plaque at the door said "Zhaoxian Hall".

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