Escape: I rely on the food exchange system to survive to the extreme

"What on earth are these bags of?"

The donkey cart pulled until outside the town. Only then did Mrs. Mei couldn't help but ask about Mei Qian.

"Food, edible."

"Then why didn't I see that the shopkeeper was overpaying?" Mrs. Mei became more energetic when she heard that it was food. She had been watching the guys loading food in case they were short of food, and then she suddenly saw her in the car. There were several more bags filled with bulging stuff.

No matter what, it weighs two hundred kilograms.

Earlier in the grain store, she saw that Mei Qian looked confident, so she didn't say anything casually. Now when she left the town and there was no one around, Mrs. Mei couldn't help but ask.

"The guy said that because the shopkeeper had diarrhea, he thought it was bad, so he planned to throw it away. I said that I would throw it away for him and asked him to pretend it and give it to me."

"Then if this is broken, our family can't eat it! Do you still want to pick and choose from here to see if there is anything edible in it?

So among these strange things, can you tell which ones are edible and which ones are not? "

A second ago, Mrs. Mei thought that Mei Qian had missed it. She was about to be happy when she heard what Mei Qian said. Now Mrs. Mei looked down again.

"Nai, please listen to me. This thing is called cassava. I came to the town with my elder brother and the others to go to the market two days ago. I saw a salesman from the south selling it, but no one paid attention to it because it looked ugly. .

I was surprised, so I stepped forward and listened. "

Mei Shitou was there at the last market, but he was not with Mei Qian, so naturally he didn't know whether what Mei Qian said was true or false.

"If you want to eat this thing cooked, the skin is slightly poisonous. Don't eat it raw. If you dry it and grind it into powder, it can be stored for a long time."

Listening to Mei Qian's words, Mrs. Mei's frown gradually relaxed. Then she looked at Mei Qian and asked, "Can this be ground into powder like wheat?"

"Of course I can." Mei Qian nodded, "The hawker said that it was not easy to get him there, and the price was not cheap. Now that we have met him, and we don't need any money, why don't we just take them all back and try them? Grind them into powder. That’s fine, or you can steam it and taste it fresh.”

After Mei Qian finished speaking, Mrs. Mei's mouth couldn't move anymore, and she smiled so happily.

She turned her head and looked at the large and small bags of food on the donkey cart. She was so confident.

Mrs. Mei became more and more friendly when she saw Mei Qian. As expected, Mei Qian was the only one in the family who got along well with her. She would take advantage of everything, do anything if she had money, and she would suffer nothing but losses.

What a wonderful boy!

It's a good thing that Mei Qian didn't hear what her mother said, otherwise Mei Qian would have wanted to say that she wasn't so "in tune" either.

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When the three of them returned home, they happened to meet Ms. Jiang who was washing vegetables by the stream. Ms. Jiang was carrying a vegetable basket and smiling and talking to several women. When Mei Qian and the others approached, Ms. Jiang saw them. He nodded with a few others and turned around to go home with Mei Qian and the others.

"Are those people from the village?"

Mrs. Mei asked a few questions about what Mr. Jiang had said to them.

"Yes, I heard them say that next month is the birthday of a certain Buddha, and the Qian'an Temple outside the city is dedicated to this Buddha.

Qian'an Temple was very lively in the days before and after that. I heard from several aunts that they were planning to go there to sell some things in those days. "

"Ah~ Is there a Buddhist temple setting up a stall?" Mei Qian was stunned at first, and then she felt happy in her heart.

"Don't go in and show off." Ms. Jiang shook her head, "Isn't this the same as those selling incense at the foot of the temple? I heard them say that many people in Yaolin City will go to Qian'an Temple by then, not to mention the surrounding villages and towns. Yes, it was very lively with crowds of people in those days.”

Now after hearing Jiang's words, Mei Qian couldn't hide her joy. How could Mrs. Mei know what Mei Qian was thinking when she saw her?
Set up a stall!
What else has been mentioned recently about setting up a stall besides the bean curd?
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"Oh, it should be Medicine Buddha, right?" In the afternoon, Mrs. Mei went to talk to Mrs. Yuan and told her about this matter. After Mrs. Yuan finished speaking, Mrs. Mei also asked who the Medicine Buddha was. What.

"The birthday of Medicine Buddha is at the end of September. Medicine Buddha is the Buddha who cures diseases, prolongs life and eliminates disasters for the people."

When Mrs. Yuan opened her mouth, it was obvious that she had worshiped Buddha many times before, and she also realized that this was the birthday of the Medicine Buddha, so she had put some thought into it.

As for the men in their family, their bodies really need to be worshiped.

"Oh, is this good? No wonder so many people want to pay their respects."

What ordinary people like them fear most is getting sick. If worshiping the Medicine Buddha is really useful, who wouldn’t want to worship him and spend some incense money to bless his family’s health?

Even Mrs. Mei thought that she would also say goodbye after the stall setting was over.

"By the way, I heard from my daughter-in-law that your family used a donkey cart to pull a bunch of things back this morning, but what is missing at home?"

"Isn't it just food? The few in the family just know how to eat every day as if they were reincarnated as pigs. They don't think about making money every day. They just eat."

Mrs. Mei talked loudly about how her family eats every day but does not work, and did not notice the slight forced smile on Mrs. Yuan's face.

Mrs. Mei is a good accountant. She clearly remembers the unit price of the grain she bought.

How much food each person in the family eats every day, and then goes through her unique equivalent conversion, and then comes out from her mouth, that is how much food each person eats every day.

In this comparison, Mrs. Yuan suddenly felt that her family ate more every day.

It's just that she definitely doesn't calculate this kind of things as carefully as Mrs. Mei. She usually just calculates how much the family eats in a month.

When Mrs. Mei said this, Mrs. Yuan suddenly became anxious.

The entire Mei family is busy all day long, either clearing the vegetable field, cutting firewood in the mountains, or reclaiming wasteland. There are eight members of the family, and except for the one who is still nursing, no one is idle.

Just like this, Mrs. Mei still dislikes her own family, and Mrs. Yuan is almost dying of acidity.

Although there are barriers to the busy work of scholars and farmers, it can be seen at a glance whether you have nothing to do in a day.

If Mrs. Yuan and Mrs. Mei said that the dozen or so people in their family were busy all day long even with three-thirds of the vegetable plot, they would probably be disgusted to death.

After Mrs. Mei asked for the information she wanted, she rushed home. As soon as she entered the yard, she smelled a special burnt aroma coming from the kitchen that she had never smelled before.

As soon as Mrs. Mei entered the kitchen, she saw Mei Qian cooking something new on the stove.

"What does this do?"

"Ah, I'm trying to make some food with the cassava I bought in the morning, some steamed directly, and some pancakes mixed with wheat noodles.

I'll wait for dad and eldest brother to come back from the fields and let them try it. If possible, I'll make some pancakes for them to take into the mountains tomorrow. "

Mei Qian looked at the plate of pancakes that had been baked on both sides and smiled lightly.

She just secretly mixed a salt-and-pepper potato into the steamed cassava cubes, crushed them all and mixed them with wheat flour. Now it's really not like this.

She finally has a way to consume all those salt and pepper potatoes stored in her space~
In fact, cassava flour seems to be the most convenient to use as starch to make sweet soup~
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