Real World Simulator

Fang Yu's body is really bad.

Part of it is because I am young, and the other part is because I haven't eaten well since I was a child, so my physical fitness is extremely poor.

Fang Yu even doubted his body, maybe he couldn't even catch a chicken.

It's really powerless.

Therefore, Fang Yu immediately felt that his body had recovered a little after a serving of hot soup and an egg.

Fang Yu got off the bed.

He was still a little weak, and he always felt light when he walked, and his legs seemed to be stuffed with cotton, a little weak.

After walking a few steps, there is that down-to-earth feeling.

As soon as he walked out, a heat wave hit his face directly.

It was already evening, but the temperature outside did not drop, and the heat wave was still rolling.

No wonder I get heatstroke.

This temperature must be at least 35°C, right?

As soon as Fang Yu came out, she felt that her body was already sweating.

He was so scared that he quickly retracted into the eaves.

Although this earth embryo house is neither beautiful nor strong, it is undeniable that its structure really effectively blocks the outside temperature.

The temperature in the room was noticeably cooler than outside.

Fang Yu didn't know exactly what the principle was, but at least it didn't prevent him from sitting on the threshold to relieve the temperature.

Turning his head to look to the left, sure enough, there was a chicken coop next to his room. Walking close to the wall of the house, two chickens, one male and one hen, were walking in it.

There are earth walls on the left, right and back of the chicken pen, and there is only a fence around the front.

Fang Yu's room was originally the room where his grandfather lived. The old man passed away suddenly a few years ago.

Uncle, he was not surprised. After all, the old man is already in his fifties. At this age, he can take away any illness.

I simply tidied it up, spent money to buy a grave from the county government, and buried it.

Yes.

Not only in modern times, but even in this ancient times, burials have to spend money to buy land.

In ancient times, all land was owned by the imperial court. As long as it was within the country, any land belonged to the public or the landowner.

Someone wants to be buried, unless you plan to bury it directly in the ground without worshiping or erecting a monument, then you can bury it however you want, as long as you don't get discovered.

However, such an approach is obviously the only way to treat those enemies who hate to the bone.

In ancient times, people paid attention to burrowing into the ground for peace, and if they did not worship or erect monuments, then this person would be a lonely ghost all his life and could not be peaceful. This is a very vicious practice.

And when you pay homage and erect a monument, it is obvious. As long as people find that you have not registered with the county government or purchased it, then the grave you buried in the morning will be dug at noon, and people will go to jail in the afternoon.

Leaving aside the fact that being dug a grave is more vicious than not erecting a monument, it is like flogging a corpse.

Just after entering the cell, whether he can still come out is a problem.

Therefore, here, no one dares to bury at will without registering to buy a cemetery. They will put the corpse at home first, buy the land, and then bury it.

Therefore, there is the origin of the so-called story of selling one's body to bury one's father.

It's purely because I really don't have the money to buy a cemetery, and I can't keep my relatives from being buried in the ground, so in desperation, I can only choose to sell myself and then bury them.

Not long after his grandfather was buried, this room became Fang Yu's room, and there was a big earth embryo room next door, which was the room of Huang Mei and Fang Sanduo.

There is an aisle between the two earth embryo walls, and the back is sealed to become a chicken coop.

The two chickens were surrounded in the middle of the two rooms in this way, and if there was any movement, the two sides would react immediately.

No way, these two chickens are the most expensive assets of the family.

To put it bluntly, if the two chickens were to be stolen, his uncle would cry more than his grandpa died.

In the rooster pen, the big rooster with the red crown was pacing up and down in high spirits, with its head held high and its chest held high. Fang Yu wondered if it knew its status like that.

He licked his lips and swallowed.

Just one egg, with Fang Yu's iron stomach, had already been digested when he went out.

Looking at the two chickens at this time, Fang Yu immediately imagined the naked bodies of these two chickens sliding into the pot, and then the mushrooms, goji berries, angelica, and ginger slices were put in and stewed like this. .

grunt

Fang Yu swallowed hard, then quickly turned her head away from looking at this alluring figure.

Huh. There is no way, I can't eat it, and I still count on these two to lay eggs!

And beside Fang Sanduo's house, Fang Yu saw his aunt cooking in a half-open earthen house with a fire burning.

There is a pile of firewood outside the earthen house.

The firewood was half-cut and half-gathered by Fang Yu.

Today's heatstroke is due to chopping firewood and being exposed to the sun.

His main job at home now is to chop firewood, and he needs to pile up five bundles within a week. A bundle of firewood is about one load, about one hundred and twenty catties.

Among the five bundles, there are two bundles of hard firewood, two bundles of soft firewood, and one bundle of straw.

The so-called hard firewood refers to the branches and trunks about two inches thick, which are the main force for burning fire, and they are resistant to fire and have strong firepower.

Soft firewood is the leafy branches picked from the tree. They are all twigs and are burned with hard firewood.

Cao Zha mainly refers to thatch, which is not only used for building houses, but also generally used for lighting fire.

All of these firewood can be sold. A bundle of hard firewood costs about 10 renminbi, while a bundle of soft firewood and straw ties costs 7 renminbi.

You can buy two pieces of sesame seed cakes for one penny, and a bucket of old rice, that is, about ten catties of rice that is mixed with new and old and even has gravel, costs about forty pennies.

The purchasing power of one penny is equivalent to two yuan in modern renminbi.

If all goes well, Fang Yu used to sell about 50 Wen a month, about ten bundles, sometimes more, sometimes less.

However, it is impossible to sell out anyway. After all, although it is just needed, too many people are chopping firewood to sell, and the market is only so small.

These fifty renminbi are about ten loads a month, seven to eight hundred catties of firewood.

Fang Yu's teenage shoulders carried these firewood back little by little every month.

The earth house where the firewood leans against is the kitchen.

But in fact, it is a fire house.

All wooden bowls, clay pots, rice, oil, etc. are placed in the room and will not be placed outside.

There is no iron pot in the kitchen, just a stove with a large earthenware pot inside. White gas rises from the earthenware pot, and Fang Yu can faintly smell a faint fragrance of rice.

It seems that this world doesn't even have stir-fried vegetables, and everyone eats boiled things.

At most, it should be a steamed bun, a cake or something like that.

No wonder there are only crock pots.

Fang Yu was really observing the outside environment. Suddenly, there was the sound of the fence being opened in front of him.

He turned his head and saw that his uncle was wearing a gray sweatshirt and a rotten gray turban that was already soaked on his head. He opened the fence gate on the fence and walked in.

Well, the height of this wall is at most one meter high. Its main function is to divide the area and stop weasels and other chickens from stealing chickens. It cannot prevent people.

Fang Yu saw that although his "uncle" was only in his twenties, he was even younger than himself in the real world.

But his slightly wobbly back, calluses on his hands, and tanned red skin already look a bit like a grandpa.

Fang Sanduo opened the fence with a bored expression and walked into his yard.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Goudan sitting on the threshold in a daze, and the wood next to the house was basically the same as when he went out in the morning.

Fang Sanduo frowned, and said to Fang Yu with a questioning tone on his dark face.

"Dog? Didn't you chop wood this morning?"

Don't blame Fang Sanduo for having a bad face. After all, Fang Yu is now thirteen. In this era, Fang Yu can already be said to be an adult, directly working.

Fang Yu didn't make enough money this month, and everyone will have to tighten their belts next month.

It was fine before, but in the past few months, for some reason, the price of rice and noodles on the market has increased a lot, and the harvest in the fields is not good. Recently, it has been too dry, and the crops in the fields are all wilting. Pull a few.

Fang Sanduo has been doing farm work all his life, and his previous experience told him that things are not good.

He had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't believe it.

When he went to the field today, he picked water for another afternoon, but the water flow in that small river seemed to have become much smaller, and the water level dropped. Hair feels bad.

Not only him, but also the villagers who went to the fields with him felt this way.

When they came back, everyone was silent, and there was no atmosphere of chatting and bragging when they went back together.

As soon as Fang Sanduo finished speaking, Huang Mei, who was cooking in the kitchen, hurried out when she heard it. She waved at Fang San, and explained with a groan.

"Head of the house, don't you even look at the days these two days are. Goudan went out to chop wood early in the morning. The sun in the morning was a bit poisonous. At noon, when he came back, he held the hatchet and wobbled. , I think he must have closed Sha, I pulled out the herb for him and just finished drinking it!"

After hearing Huang Mei's words, Fang Sanduo's gloomy face immediately lost its hold. With an anxious expression on his face, he stepped forward and patted Fang Yu's head, then looked seriously at Fang Yu's face, and asked eagerly.

"Guawazi, why did you get sunburn, you didn't know how to hide when you went up the mountain, you, how are you doing now?"

Fang Yu was a bit unaccustomed to being touched on the head like this, but in the end she endured it, showed a slightly contrived innocent smile to Fang Sanduo, and said.

"It's okay. Uncle, it's much better."

Then, Huang Mei moved closer, and whispered next to Fang Sanduo.

"That. The head of the house, I think the dog's egg is a bit weak, so I boiled that egg and gave it to him. This"

Fang Sanduo is in charge of the family, and Fang Sanduo is the one who does the most work. He takes care of the 100 mu of land outside Huang Yuan.

He is a so-called tenant farmer, without his own field, he can only rent the land outside Huang Yuan to cultivate it.

Although they can't make much money this way, and 70% of the harvested rice will be taken away!

But even so, the remaining 30% of the rice grain can at least guarantee the life of Fang Sanduo's family for more than a year.

Two meals a day, although a little thin, but occasionally add some wild vegetables or a biscuit, you can eat 70% full.

Therefore, Fang Sanduo has always been in charge of the family's finances, including the two chickens.

Fang Sanduo has to decide who will eat the egg.

Fang San took a look at the chicken coop. Recently, the chicken has not laid any eggs, and only laid one egg in half a month.

Originally, he planned to cook this egg for a while, so that the three of them could taste it separately, but now there is no hope.

Thinking of the taste of eggs, he also swallowed.

He has been busy since going out in the morning until now, he only ate a noodle cake with some water at noon, and now he is very hungry.

Well, although he has two meals a day, he is the main force and has a heavy workload, so he still has to eat at noon.

The ancients were not stupid. They would eat twice a day. If they worked hard, they would eat twice a day, and they would die of exhaustion in a short time.

It's just that eating at noon is not called eating, but pad food.

That is to say, pad your stomach.

Not counting as two meals a day, it's a bit like a modern day afternoon tea.

The difference is that this pad food is a must if there is a big event, but modern afternoon tea is not necessary.

Fang Sanduo nodded, and then said.

"Well, let's give it to Goudan. It's just recently. Hey."

"Did something happen to the head of the house recently? I heard from Aunt Liu of Huang Yuan's family that the drought in Liutong County next door has been dry for almost two months, and the grain seeds there have been sunburned to death. They're clamoring for the government to open a warehouse to distribute food."

Huang Mei heard Fang Sanduo sigh, and also said to Fang Sanduo worriedly.

"Second Aunt Liu? The aunt of Boss Liu next door?"

Fang San added another sentence.

"Um"

Huang Mei nodded and continued.

"I think we've been in drought for almost a month now. You say, if we want to continue like this, our field will not be enough."

Huang Mei didn't continue, but the meaning was already clear.

Fang Sanduo nodded, was silent for a long time, and then said.

"Eat first, and then think of a way"

Huang Mei sighed, turned around and walked towards the kitchen. After tinkering for a while, she walked into her and Fang Sanduo's room with a crock pot on a rag.

There was a bed in the corner of the room, and a wooden table in the middle. The floor was uneven, and the four corners were padded with boards and stones.

There are also three stake chairs.

Several people sat down skillfully.

Then Huang Mei took down a bamboo basket hanging on the beam of the house, and took out two covered wooden bowls from the bamboo basket.

Put it on the table and open it.

One stack was dark and looked a bit like pickled white radish.

In another wooden bowl was a small lump of white paste, which tasted very fragrant. Fang Yu learned the names of these two dishes from memory.

That black thing is pickled radish cubes.

Pickled with a lot of salt, a small piece is enough to dry a bowl of porridge.

The other bowl is lard cubes.

This piece of lard is made from the fatty meat bought during the Chinese New Year, and it is the most valuable thing in the house.

As for the lard residue, it was eaten up three months ago.

Every time you eat, use pickled radish and stick a little lard, which is the most oily dish in the house.

Huang Mei opened the earthen pot and started scooping porridge for the three of them.

Fang Yu could see that there wasn't much rice in the porridge, but Huangmei added some rice bran, soybeans, and some wild vegetables, and it looked quite full.

One person scooped up a bowl, Fang Sanduo was the biggest bowl, followed by Fang Yu, and finally Huangmei. She scraped the crock pot, dug out the last bit of porridge, poured some water into it, swirled it, and poured it again. When it was in her bowl, it seemed a bit full, but it looked a lot thinner.

Fang Yu next to him looked at everything in front of him, and for some reason, he seemed very worried.

It turns out that our ancestors lived in such an era before.

Looking at the wooden bowls of different sizes on the table, and the modern porridge in it, the dog shook his head when he saw it, and finally those two dishes.

A plate of pickled vegetables, a small piece of lard.

There are mixed feelings in my heart.

Dayan is not exaggerating. This kind of dish was still on our table when Dayan was a child, that is, in the 1990s. There were more kinds of pickled vegetables, and fermented bean curd. At that time, the most vivid memory was pickled vegetables. Salty panic, a small piece of a bowl of porridge is really not a joke. There is no lard, because modern lard can be used for cooking, but it was not used for frying in ancient times, that is, it can only be added to vegetables for cooking, or it can be eaten as it is.