The worst time travel, surviving seven years of famine

The old man was very happy, and he wondered if he could reach the pinnacle of his life and marry a rich and beautiful woman.

Forget it, he was only ten years old, why did he think about it for so long. If this kind of thing was discovered in ancient times, it would probably be regarded as a monster and beaten to death. After all, it had never been heard of or seen. People are often full of fear for things that they have never seen and do not understand. Didn't Mr. Lu Xun say that the Chinese people practice a system of praise and criticism for these things. They will not suppress them until they stop and start praising them. However, the weak Gu Liang will basically die in the suppression.

Gu Liang should honestly hide his name and keep this secret. After all, he has died once, and he doesn't know what it will be like if he dies again.

"How do I take out this backpack?" Gu Liang thought to himself, and then his eyes flashed and he appeared on the slope again.

So Gu Liang tried several times and finally got familiar with the space. As long as he wanted to enter the space, the picture of the space would appear in front of his eyes, but his body could enter. As for bringing objects into the space, he only needed to touch the objects with his hands to bring them in.

This space is quite large, with no obvious boundaries, and its size is unknown. It is okay to place items wherever you can see. Gu Liang was very happy and started to go home after taking the backpack to the space.

Since it was already noon, there were basically no pedestrians on the road, and green smoke came out of the chimneys of every household. When he was about to get home, Gu Liang took out the backpack from the bushes near his home, and then carried it home step by step.

"Why did you come back just now? Xiaobao next door came back a long time ago. Did he go out to play somewhere again? You just happened to be here. Don't run around, do you know?" It was his mother Chen who asked while helping him put the backpack.

"I know. There is not enough pig grass recently. It has not grown yet." Gu Liang put down the backpack.

"Hurry up and wash your hands and eat." The one who said this was Mrs. Gu. The most important thing in a rural family is eating. This matter is naturally in her hands. How much food, salt, and oil to eat every day are naturally in her hands. After all, she is now the "head of the family."

A square table is full of people. There are 10 people in the Gu family now, and it is just full. At noon, they still eat brown rice porridge in the morning. There is only one dish, stir-fried vegetable moss and steamed dried radish. It is a good side dish, but for Gu Liang, it is undoubtedly a clear soup.

"Alas, fortunately, I have hope now. With the golden finger, I may be able to make money and improve my food," Gu Liang thought.

Gu Liang, who picked a basket of pig grass as usual in the afternoon, gradually became familiar with the use of space and basically figured out how to enter and exit the space. It was found that entering the space was not actually entering the body, but just having the picture of the space, that is, the entity was still outside, which meant that no one could enter it.

Gu Liang put a cup of hot water in the space at noon, and found that the afternoon tea was still as hot as when it was just put in. Does that mean that there is no time in the space, and the objects in it will not rot? This is a good thing.

Gu Liang also caught a grasshopper and put it in. When he took it out, he found that it was no longer moving, and it was probably dead.

Gu Liang also felt that it didn't matter. He was very satisfied with owning the space, as if he saw that good days were gradually approaching him. In the future, whether it was escorting goods or selling groceries, it seemed that it would be fine.

With hope, Gu Liang didn't think dinner was bad. He finished two bowls of rice, and there was no more to eat - the old lady Gu who knew how to live cooked it by counting the heads.

At night, Gu Liang lay on the bed and thought about future plans, as if everything was his own.

Gu Liang was a person with a room. The Gu family was a standard southern earth brick house. The entrance was the hall, with a square table inside. The kitchen was on the far right, and on the left were the rooms of the old lady Gu and the old man Gu. On the left side is the room of Gu Liang's parents, and on the right is the second wife and her husband.

As for Gu Liang and his sisters, they are in the house behind the kitchen. There is a row of three rooms behind, one for Gu Liang, one for his sister Gu Dani and cousin Gu Erni, and the youngest one is still living with the second wife. Another room is a utility room, which is filled with bamboo and other things.

Gu Liang couldn't help looking at the space again, and suddenly found that there was an extra stone tablet in the space.

"I remember that I didn't have this thing during the day. Could it be that I didn't bring in someone's tombstone! No way, if that happens, I will definitely hear someone in the village cursing in the street tomorrow." Gu Liang thought of himself

During the day, I put a bunch of useless things in to get familiar with the space.

I looked closer and found that there were words on the stone tablet, which read

"Three years of good weather and good harvests, seven years of famine"

"Damn, what's going on!" I haven't had a good day yet, and the famine has begun.

Gu Liang looked at the stone tablet and found that it didn't look like a product of this era, and the words on it were also simplified Chinese, so what was said on it might really be true.

Gu Liang suddenly felt hopeless in life. Why can't he have a good life anywhere?

Three years later, when he was 13 years old, there would be seven years of famine. Whether he could survive was a problem. He didn't want to starve to death. Even if he barely survived, the most important years of his development in this life could not be delayed.

Gu Liang felt that he should have made plans early. After all, he couldn't really starve to death. After all, the feeling of being hungry was really uncomfortable.