Being fooled by fierce beasts to travel through the beginning is fleeing famine

Chapter 10
To be honest, Qingyan never saw such a simple house even when she went back to her hometown in the countryside with her parents.

Especially since my hometown is not far from the capital, it has long been full of red brick houses.

Of course, she had seen some photos of impoverished mountain villages funded by the Mother Foundation, where there were still many adobe houses.

But even if it is adobe houses, they are built with adobe bricks of the same size. Most of them have three or four rooms, with bedrooms and a main room. They look more solid and upright than this one, and they are also bigger and brighter than this one.

Unlike this and this, it is purely to smear grass mud on the wooden frame.

There are also windows, not to mention a little bit, which are still covered with sparse straw curtains, and only a little light can penetrate through the gaps in the straw curtains. If the door is not opened, it will be dark inside.

That's right, it's straw curtains. You can't even afford the kind of window paper shown on TV, which shows how poor the people in this village are.

When the orchid girl took out some clothes from the moth-eaten wooden box, Jiayin had a more intuitive understanding of the poverty of the village.

When she saw the tattered clothes on these people, she thought they were torn by those Khitan soldiers.

Unexpectedly, the clothes they put in the box are not much better, at most they are cleaner than the clothes on their bodies, and they are also patched with patches.

Put it there, you can't even tell it's a piece of clothing, and you think it's a pile of dusty rags.

how to say?It can't even compare to modern rags, at least their rags are not patched.

Qingyan thought of something and reached out to touch the quilt on the bed.

When touched, the whole person is not good.

Before, she felt that the quilt looked a little thin and hard, and she also thought that it should be the reason for the low cotton production in ancient times. After all, it is not like modern days with chemical fertilizers and pesticides.

Cotton plants are prone to worms. If you don't use pesticides, you won't have much yield, especially cotton is afraid of rainy weather...

This is what I heard from my mother to my father before, that a poor village funded by her public welfare fund grows the most cotton, and my parents helped me find a researcher from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

As a result, when I touched the quilt just now, what kind of cotton is this? It's simply straw!

That's right, straw, crushed straw.

Although the kneading is quite broken, it is completely different from the feel of cotton, right?
And the fabric is also hand-woven linen, which she feels is no different from coarse sandpaper, won't it really wear it on the body?
Didn't it mean that cotton had already spread to China in the Northern and Southern Dynasties?Why no cotton cloths and quilts?Is it because the quantity is scarce and the price is too expensive?

If this is the case, it is really hard for her to imagine how these poor people spend the winter.

Especially in the north here, it is really severe cold, it is ten or twenty degrees below zero at every turn, and there is heavy snow.

Qingyan caressed the thin summer sportswear on her body, feeling a little thankful that she was born in a good time.

But she had given up hope, she could get a set of clothes, and even if she got it, she wouldn't be able to wear it.

None of these villagers have any spares, so they only wear a thin set, and the rest should be worn in winter.

The layers of patches, I don't know how many layers have been applied, seem to be quite thick.

She always heard from grandma that ten layers of sheets are not as good as one layer of cotton, which probably won't be of much use in winter.

Qingyan sat on the bench beside her somewhat decadently, watching Lan Hua and her grandma put the few belongings in the family into two rattan baskets, not even the cracked earthen pots left behind.

Looking at the two big baskets and the shoulder pole next to it, you are not going to carry it like this?

The two of them, one old and one young, can they handle it?

She went forward to pick up a basket and tried it, and it must be several tens of catties.

"Don't you have that kind of scooter at home? It's so heavy that it won't be able to walk for a while."

And these are just daily necessities, don't forget there is food.

Grandma Lanhua was looking for something to take away, and replied: "Draw carts are so precious that only the village chief and Yang Shancai have them in the village. We can't afford them."

Walking to the door, he patted the dirt on his body, and said: "The carts of their two families were also handed down from their ancestors. They used to be merchants, otherwise they couldn't afford it. The wheels of the carts have to use copper nails..."

What happened to the brass nails?Wait, Qingyan thought, copper was currency in ancient times, and using that copper nail was like using money.

Well, she was still thinking about getting a donkey cart or a horse-drawn cart in the future, and she didn't even have a cart. It seemed that she had a whimsical idea.

It doesn't matter to her herself, where her physical strength is, even if she carries a heavy load on her shoulders, it will not hinder her journey.

It's just that in this way, the slow speed she imagined before may have to be discounted again.

If it doesn't work, let's see if we can meet those Khitan people on the road again, and we can rob them again.

Presumably they also want to transport food and supplies, so they must have a car, and they can get it for him to use.

When the grandparents and grandchildren were sure that there was nothing left to do, Grandma Lanhua said to Qingyan: "It's getting dark, I'll go outside to pick some vegetables, and when it's dark, I'll make rice, and then go collect the grain after eating. "

They had agreed before that in order to prevent the smoke from attracting the enemy, they would pack up their things first and wait for the fire to cook again after dark.

After eating, I took advantage of the dark to collect the food and left before dawn.

Qingyan looked at the small bag of wheat grains placed by the stove, and thought to herself, this is not ground into flour, so it can't just be boiled and eaten like this?

When it was dark and the room was dimly lit, Qingyan realized that she had guessed correctly.

Grandma Lanhua put the wheat grains and water into the earthenware pot and boiled them directly. When the wheat grains were boiled and almost bloomed, she added chopped vegetables and salt and boiled for a while. In this way, a jar of vegetable porridge was ready. .

First filled a bowl and handed it to Qingyan, the grandfather and grandson filled a bowl each.

He explained to Qingyan: "Yang Shancai's house used to have a stone mill, and we all went there to grind flour. When they left, they unloaded it and hid it in the cellar, so we had no place to grind flour. That’s how it’s cooked and eaten.”

Qingyan picked it up with chopsticks and took a sip. She didn't know if it was because she was hungry. The aroma of wheat and vegetables, seasoned with only a little salt was quite delicious.

She took out two pieces of jerky from her bag, and stuffed one piece for each of the grandparents and grandson, "Try it, this is made by my dad, er, my parents, it's delicious."

When Grandma Lanhua saw the things in her hand clearly, she quickly refused: "No need, such precious things, benefactor, just keep it for yourself..."

"Let's eat, I still have more. Besides, we can still hunt when we get into the mountains, so we can do some more at that time. And don't call me benefactor, just call me Yanyan from now on."

After refusing for a long time, Grandma Lanhua finally didn't resist Qingyan, she stuffed the jerky into her mouth, so she had to eat it.

I thought to myself, hunting is so easy. At most, they dig a few traps on the mountain, and they rarely get anything. If it is so easy to hunt wild animals, they will not be so poor...

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