Tianjian Bingwu Year Ding Youyue Renchen, Yingfu guards Nandou.

Zhan said: 籴 (dí) is expensive, and the grains are not successful. Great drought......

——The Chronicle of the Qintian Supervisor in the Year of Bingwu

The next morning, the wind blew on his face like a knife, and Song Huan sent the two children to the school and then wrapped his clothes tightly and went to the rice shop.

Although the transmission of information in this era lags behind, in the same place, the speed of the people's mouths is not far behind.

The long queue in front of the rice shop is proof of that.

Song Huan guessed the emergence of this situation.

This era is not as good as in the previous life, where these people are faced with the daily struggle to survive and try to survive.

Therefore, they are also the most sensitive to food price fluctuations.

Song Huan was very lucky, he was one step ahead of them, and he was able to stock up on one hundred and fifty catties of food in advance.

But according to today's situation, it is impossible for Song Huan to hoard one hundred and fifty catties of grain.

Song Huan was nibbling on steamed buns while queuing up to buy food.

After queuing for two hours, it was finally Song Huan's turn.

This time, the price has directly changed from yesterday's ten wen a catty to twenty wen a catty, and the purchase limit is 20 catties.

There were too many people buying grain, the queue was too long, and at the end of the day, they only bought 40 catties of rice, and before the third shop could go, it was already dark.

The situation was more serious than Song Huan expected.

Song Huan wasn't even in the mood to see the traps outside the city, he just wanted to buy enough food.

For two days, the price of rice increased from 20 wen a catty on the third day of the winter month to 30 wen a catty on the fourth day of the winter month, and then to 50 wen a catty on the fifth day of the winter month.

From a limit of 20 catties to 10 catties, and then to 5 catties.

Song Huan only bought thirty catties of grain in the next two days.

From the third to the fifth day of the junior high school alone, it cost 1,900 yuan.

In just four days, the price of grain has risen four times, and Song Huan also spent four taels and thirty-six wen, but only hoarded 220 catties of grain, plus the original 90 catties at home, the family has a total of 310 catties of rice plus 100 catties of soybeans.

As long as you don't eat dry rice and drink some gruel every day, you should be able to last until August next year.

On the sixth day of the winter moon today, Song Huan decided not to queue up to buy grain.

Instead, she went to the trap outside the city to take a look, and if there was prey, she would take it home and not sell it again, and if not, chop more firewood and come back to prepare.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and if there is not enough firewood, the grain will not be cooked.

Song Huan was already a familiar face in front of the officers and soldiers guarding the city, but because of the current grim situation, even if the officers and soldiers on duty knew what Song Huan was going to do when he went out of the city, he still had to be routinely interrogated.

Song Huan arrived in the mountains and forests, and now in two months, her hunting range has expanded again.

Song Huan walked for more than an hour before arriving at the nearest trap.

Song Huan was disappointed, hunting here was not as easy as coming from Big Banyan Village.

Last time she dug a big trap next to the boar's tracks, and I don't know if the boar was too clever or she was too unlucky, so the trap hasn't been triggered until now.

It wasted three days of her life.

Song Huan walked to the river again.

This is a river that runs through two mountains, and so far in the past two months, Song Huan has not found any signs of human habitation.

Song Huan guessed that this river should be a branch of the Guijiang River or the Yangjiang River, winding down.

The trees on both sides of the river are yellow and green, and the roots are rude and rooted along the river.

A tall tree hangs high above the river like a fishing rod, and the green of the tip of the tree is reflected in the sunlight on the water.

Because it is in the dry season, the stones exposed to the water turn slightly yellow, and the stones under the water merge with the sludge.

The water is crystal clear, and occasionally a palm-sized fish or two can be seen swimming in the water.

When Song Huan discovered the river, the water level had already dropped, and in order to catch the fish, Song Huan built an inclined stone dam in the narrower part of the river.

If the fish came down from the upstream, they would be blocked by the stone dam that had been built, and they could only follow the exit she had set aside to reach the shallow water with the current, which in the words of the scholars was called the urn.

Then the shallow water is surrounded by stones and divided into small pools.

In this way, the fish swim into these small pools and it is very difficult to get out again.

And because the water in the small pond is relatively shallow, it is easier to catch the fish in this way, and this trick is called catching turtles in the urn.

The shallow water should also be cleaned of the rocks a little, so that the fish may be more comfortable to stay and reduce the probability of it escaping.

And she can also come to see it every few days, instead of running every day.

At the end of the day, break off some branches on both sides of the river to block the gaps between the stones, so that the chance of fish swimming out of the gaps in the stones is also smaller.

It was worth the trouble to make a large trap, so that the fish would save a lot of time and effort.

When Song Huan came, he saw six fish, one of which was quite clever, hiding under the branches, only revealing a little silver-white body, Song Huan almost didn't find it.

Song Huan picked a few wild taro leaves and wrapped the fish with them before putting them in the back basket.

Song came to the place where the chicken foot candy was found, and it was the time when it was ripe.

The scientific name of chicken claw candy is Citrus aurantium chess piece, and it also has many aliases, such as jujube, dragon claw fruit, chicken claw pear, longevity fruit, etc., depending on how each place likes to call it.

Its taste is sweet and sour, and in order to save money, it is also a good choice to use this to make snacks for Ah Di and Qingqing.

Song Huan only picked the flesh part, and the branches were left on the tree, which could also save space.

In this form, Song Huan actually considered whether to go back to Big Banyan Village first.

After all, there are more prey in the big banyan tree village, and it is no problem to maintain food and clothing.

But moving back, not to mention Ah Di's study, with the more than 300 catties of grain saved in that room, it is impossible for her to return to Big Banyan Village safely.

So this entanglement is actually just adding trouble to her, not that she is unwilling to return to Big Banyan Village, but that the current situation has left her with no choice.

Fortunately, there are still county officials in the county who can maintain order.

It's good that nothing happens in the village, but when something happens, she can't beat her hands with two fists.

Speaking of which, it is not without benefit for a bandit leader to be a neighbor.

As soon as he is bored, he will fight with himself, although every time Song Huan is beaten out of strength and his body is bruised, the progress is also visible to the naked eye.

She has been here for three years, and although she has some martial arts foundation, she is helpless against the powerful physique of the original owner.

It's as if she has a huge treasure in her possession, but she can only look at it empty, and she can't find a way to open it.

And after the occasional mention of the bandit leader, she gradually understood how to use her own strength from the moves, from rusty to skillful, from complicated to unified.

She also insisted on it from a quarter of an hour at the beginning, to half an hour later, slowly getting longer and longer.

She survived one by one, and at the same time, she could occasionally pit each other.

I have to say that this taste is very enjoyable!

The complex terrain of the deep forest is like walking on the ground at Song Huan's feet, light and agile under his feet, and his body is as light as a swallow.

In the end, Song Huan was lucky enough to catch a pheasant, knocked it out and threw it directly into the back basket. I carried another handful of firewood and went home before nightfall.

When I got home, the two little ones were already obediently practicing calligraphy under the oil lamp.

In the past few days, the two little ones who have gone to school are all Wang Pozi, and Song Huan will line up to buy rice late, and sometimes he will come back after dark, so this matter can only be entrusted to her.