Traveling through ancient times to flee from famine, take the time and space gate with you

While she was still thinking wildly, she had been put on the wooden board. When she came to her senses, she saw three people sitting across from her, an old lady in her forties or fifties, a woman in her twenties or thirties, and a woman in her seventies or eighties.

A 10-year-old boy. They are now on a ten-foot-square wooden board, with a tent made of mats above their heads supported by four sticks, so that Ren who is sitting can't get wet from the rain.

Old Mrs. Yang looked at the fat little girl and touched her head, "Little girl, are you cold? Why don't you ask your aunt to change you into dry clothes? Look, your clothes are soaked through.

Hearing this, the woman next to her quickly found a set of little boy's clothes from the baggage wrapped in oilcloth, took Jiayin and put it on for her.

The boy looked at the little sister in front of him curiously. The little sister was really pretty, with a face like a bun, white and soft. After Jiayin had changed her clothes, she saw that the three people were looking at her kindly and not being stingy.

He smiled sweetly at them, with two dimples appearing on his face, which made several people's hearts melt.

Fang Zhiyuan gently poked the dimple on her face and said, "Little sister, how old are you and what is your name? My name is Fang Zhiyuan, my nickname is Dazhuang, I am seven years old this year." After saying that, he revealed his face to her.

A smile with missing teeth.

Ao Jiayin looked at this little boy who was missing two front teeth and had a leaky speech. He thought he was quite interesting and replied: "My name is Ao Jiayin and I am fifty years old."

Several people were stunned. Did she say something wrong? She must have added ten to the age of five.

After finishing his thoughts, Fang Zhiyuan said: "I am two years older than you. From now on, you can call me brother Da Zhuang. My cousins ​​all call me that. By the way, you said your surname is Ao? Why do you still have such a surname?"

"Did you say something wrong? It couldn't be Yao, could it? I remember there was a family member named Yao in our county," said Zhiyuan's mother, Li. This little girl is white, plump, and juicy, and most people can take care of her.

Not coming out.

Old Mrs. Yang shook her head, "Yao Yuanwai from the county does not have a little girl in his family. He only has three sons and two grandsons."

"Mom, how do you know so clearly?" Fang Youwei, who was pushing a wooden board from behind, asked. My mother has never been to the county, so how come she is so familiar with other people's family members?

Old Mrs. Yang glanced at him and said, "Your uncle sends charcoal to their house as soon as winter comes. Have you forgotten?"

Fang Youwei suddenly realized, but no, his uncle was a charcoal maker and would send good charcoal to various mansions in the county when winter came. After so many years of dealing with each other, it was normal for him to know something about each mansion.

Ao Jiayin looked at their discussion with a confused face, not understanding what they were saying. She lowered her head and counted on her fingers with her chubby hands. She said she was fifty years old. The little boy said he was two years older than her, but just now he

You said he was seven years old? Did you say ten less? That's not right, seventy minus fifty equals twenty. Two years older should be fifty plus two, so he should be fifty-two!

Jiayin nodded and praised herself for being so good at arithmetic. Although she is still a cub, she has been studying for a month! She can do simple addition and subtraction!

He touched his flat belly and said to the little brother he just met: "Brother, I'm hungry."

She hasn't eaten for several days. Although the dragon clan won't starve to death, it's still uncomfortable to have an empty stomach.

When Old Mrs. Yang heard her shouting that she was hungry, she stopped talking and took out a mixed flour cake from the bamboo basket nearby and handed it to her.

"Good news, this is all we have now. You can make do with your stomach first, and wait until we get to a safe place to make some food."

Ao Jiayin reached out to take the mixed bread and looked at it curiously, "What is this?"

Seeing that she didn't recognize it, Fang Zhiyuan introduced it to her: "This is a pancake made with sorghum noodles and corn noodles mixed together. It's quite delicious, but you need to drink more water, otherwise you'll choke."

Because the population is small, his father is a hunter and is a very good hunter. His family's conditions are not bad, and there is still food left over from the food he bought, unlike other families who have started to eat grass roots and bark.

After hearing that he said it was delicious, Ao Jiayin took a bite of the pancake, took off a large piece and chewed it in his mouth. Well, it had no taste...