Don't panic, the prince, the patriarch of fortune, she has space

Chapter 41, Hungry Ghost Festival
Feng Qingluo didn't know Qin Zhi's thoughts, otherwise she would be very helpless.

The original owner, Ma Pingchuan's dry and thin body, could be blown away by the wind.With a sallow complexion, hair as dry as straw...

Forget it, she can't bury herself, otherwise she won't be able to survive.

It can be seen that the original owner should be a beauty embryo, and she was also cute and beautiful when she was young, but she couldn't stand the devastation of wild vegetable porridge without oil and salt!

When Feng Qingluo came to ancient times, she didn't know what year it was, and she forgot that today it was July and a half and she had to worship her ancestors, so she didn't propose to keep a prey or anything.

Can't we just light up incense like last year and just pay respects?
Finally, Feng Qingluo decided to cook a meal.

It seems that it would not be too impolite to respect ancestors with white rice.

The point is that the whole family can't come up with something higher than white rice.

When the four uncles who had gone to the town came back, the rice was just out of the pot. The great elder stood by the altar and shouted, and the clansmen came out soon. When they saw a big bowl of white rice, their first reactions were surprisingly unanimous. Swallow.

It's been a long time since I ate white rice!
Feng Qingluo saw all this in her eyes, and secretly made up her mind that she would at least let every household eat this white rice by this time next year.

"Everyone, stand according to your seniority!" The grand elder's majestic and old voice echoed slightly in this empty village, and everyone hurriedly stood up.

On the altar, on Feng Qingluo's left is the old patriarch Feng, and on the right is the great elder, both of them have serious faces.

Next, Feng Qingluo presided over the worship.

The process is the same, she just needs to follow the original owner's previous practice, but it's her first time, so she is inevitably a little nervous.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong in the end. On the contrary, she was much more stable and generous than the original owner.

She has more than [-] years of life experience, and she has seen all kinds of storms and waves. It is not surprising that she is better than the original owner, a girl in her teens.

After the sacrifice, as usual, the patriarch would give a lecture. Feng Qingluo looked at the dozens of clansmen below, and suddenly felt very stressed.

As the patriarch, she is very responsible to lead them to live a good life.

"Uncles, aunts, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters-in-law and sisters, this year is as difficult as previous years! And life is getting more difficult every year. Everyone knows the consequences of this going on. Under normal circumstances, we It can last for a few more years, but if we encounter a disaster year, I'm afraid we won't be able to survive for a year!"

Feng Qingluo is not scaremongering, people of the tribe now rely on hunting for food and clothing, who would buy prey in a calamity year?

Even if the prey can be sold, how much food can be exchanged for when the price of food soars?
As soon as she said this, the faces of the elders present all changed. They have all experienced disaster years, and that is really terrible!

"As the old saying goes, if you are poor, you will change, and if you change, you will gain. We have reached a desperate situation now, and it is time to think about changing! And I mean opening up wasteland and farming!"

When Feng Qingluo said this, there was an uproar, although everyone knew that the patriarch wanted to farm, but farming by herself was different from farming by the whole clan.

Feng Qingluo was not in a hurry, and waited for a while before motioning for everyone to be quiet, and then continued: "I have made up my mind to plant the field, and I must plant it! And it turns out that we can also plant well. You can see that I planted it a few days ago. You will know the pig dish under it.

The work of growing pigs and vegetables, I believe other things can also be done, because our tribe is no worse than others!

(End of this chapter)