Cheng Xi returned to the village with a letter from home.

Cheng Daqian's letter is seven or eight pages thick, first concerned about the situation at home, describing the current itinerary of the dart bureau in the middle, and finally solemnly telling his daughter again that "you can't abuse your husband."

Cheng Xi: "......"

Thinking of Shen Xingluo's effortless lifting of the hundred-pound sack, the person's expression was subtle.

It seems that this old man knows very little about his son-in-law-

Ahh

Regarding the marriage with the Shen family, Cheng Xi admires Cheng Daqian from the bottom of his heart.

The future uncle is a reading genius, Lin'an Mansion is well known, if nothing else, it is just around the corner to enter the officialdom and soar, but anyone who has seen Shen Xingluo feels that he is destined to stir up trouble in the treacherous officialdom.

I don't know what this dad thinks, handing over a simple girl who has been spoiled since childhood to such a black-bellied master.

Is it too confident in her daughter's natural powers?

Or is it too reassuring for your uncle?

If this is a multiple-choice question, Cheng Xi will not hesitate to choose C.

It must be Daddy Cheng's drink, big, it's gone!

Walking into the study that had just been cleaned up with the family letters, Cheng Xi handed the two separate ones inside to Shen Xingluo.

"Is there a big swallow map here?"

"Yes."

Shen Xingluo quickly unfolded a tabletop-sized piece of rice paper, covered with curves and occasional small character annotations.

"Where is my father-in-law now?"

"Just out of Kyoto. If you look at the date of the letter, it should be to Zhuozhou Mansion now. ”

"Here."

Shen Xingluo accurately pointed out a small black triangle symbol on the map.

Cheng Xi looked confused, "......"

It was the first time she had seen such a rudimentary map, with only official roads, mountains, and cities, and nothing else.

Forget it, what kind of bicycle do you want?

Better than nothing.

"How many miles from Zhuozhou to Lin'an Mansion City?"

"About 500 km."

"How long can you go?"

"According to the pace of the dart game, it will arrive in 10 days under normal circumstances."

Hongwei Dart Bureau is the largest dart game in Lin'an City, and the dart will often receive a single return trip after arriving at the destination, so the speed of the journey is not fast.

It's better than walking for ordinary people.

Cheng Xi heard the caution in his words, "Normal? ”

Shen Xingluo's eyes flashed slightly, "Now that it is snowing heavily in Lin'an Mansion, I am afraid that it will rain even more north of Huaishui, and it will be even more difficult to walk on the official road." ”

"There's already a snowstorm in the north."

Cheng Xi frowned slightly, faintly worried.

According to Sun Xiaorong's news, many people in the state capital have chosen to move south, and if it weren't for the lack of food, no one would come out and walk around in such a cold weather.

And the disaster means that people will die, and it is possible to riot against the victims.

In case any cottage can't eat or drink along the way and chooses to go down the mountain to rob, it will make matters worse.

Originally, it was only 10 days away...... It will definitely be postponed.

"Don't worry too much."

Shen Xingluo said, "My father-in-law is extraordinary, and he can't hurt him in general, and there are other dart masters in Hongwei Dart Bureau with him." ”

In his previous life, Cheng Daqian came back before the Chinese New Year, but it was difficult and not smooth all the way.

"Before I moved to the village, I wrote a letter to my father-in-law, in which I mentioned the snow disaster, and I believe he has taken precautions."

"Thank you."

Cheng Xi's tone was sincere.

"You and I husband and wife, no need to say thank you."

Shen Xingluo's dark eyes looked at her quietly, as if he wanted to see her whole person through.

***

The heavy snow seems to have no intention of stopping, and it continues from morning to night.

The villagers, who had been thinking of taking advantage of it, finally couldn't sit still after a few days and walked out of their homes one after another.

Some people took machetes to the back mountains to chop firewood, and some people braved the wind and snow to go to Fucheng, and when they came back, they brought not very good news to the village.

"What, food prices have gone up?"

"How much has it gone up? Speak up, talk fast! ”

"God-damned thief, the black face is actually ten pennies a pound? Isn't this a silver grab! ”

"Don't leave us a way to live, a while ago it was five cents a catty, and it has doubled in just a few days!"

......

The news soon spread throughout Shenjia Village.

In the courtyard of a small farmhouse, the sixth uncle wore a cotton coat plate made at the head of the bed, and his brows were furrowed and never let go.

And in the room, Li Zheng was full of hoarding back and forth, anxiously going back and forth.

"The price of food has risen too fast, and the snow has been falling non-stop. Dad, what now? ”

Could it be that there will really be a snow disaster in Lin'an Mansion?

The room was silent.

After a long time, a loud command sounded in the room.

"Buy!"

"Yes...... If we save some food, it will be enough for the New Year. ”

The grain is expensive, black flour is ten cents a catty, not to mention white flour and rice, the price has to be at least doubled, and the family's money cannot be spent indiscriminately.

The sixth uncle was unquestionable, "Buy, must buy!" ”

"Not only do we have to buy it, but you also have to tell the people in the village that it's best to buy it together!"

"Buy together?"

No, no, you can't do this.

Shen Manchu's eyes widened and he shook his head into a rattle.

"Now that food is so expensive, if the snow disaster doesn't come and the price drops, won't our family just wait to be poked in the back?"

If the price of grain keeps rising, it will really fall, and the whole village will not jump into his pot to make trouble!

As Lizheng, he can't be criticized.

The sixth uncle glanced at his son and snorted heavily.

"The price of this grain will not come down for a while and a half, it will only become more and more expensive, and the later you buy it, the more money you will spend."

"There has been a snowstorm in the north, even if we are okay here, the price of food will not go down after the New Year, and we will not have to buy it when our family is finished?"

Although the peasants said that their families had two acres of land, the yield in the fields was originally low, and there was not much left after paying taxes and rents after autumn.

Because of this, most of the people will choose to sell their grain and use silver money to buy cheap black noodles to eat.

Shen Manchu thought about it for a while, and was finally convinced.

"Listen to your old man!"

The ancestral hall was opened in the afternoon of the same day.

The rapid sound of gongs and drums reached the courtyard of the Shen family, and Shen Xingluo and Cheng Xi glanced at each other, and they both had guesses in their hearts.

"I'll take a look."

Shen Xingluo put on a cotton coat, opened the door and walked out of the small courtyard.

Cheng Xi looked out through the window, and there was a white expanse in his eyes, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

The heavy snow has accumulated to a certain extent for several days, and even if each family diligently clears the snow every day, it still can't stop the snowflakes from piling up thicker and thicker on the ground.

"Is the salt I bought the other day still in the kitchen?"

"Yes."

"Let's go, help me make a fire."

Cheng Xi got up and walked into the kitchen, and the two of them cooperated to pour all the fifty catties of yellow salt into the big iron pot, and after a while, there was a gurgling sound.

Shen Xingqi was very curious, and when she saw her sister-in-law's serious face, she finally swallowed her question.

Until the yellow salt cubes in the pot melt, strain, and finally divide into two parts.