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

Jiayin and Fang Zhiyuan returned to the yard halfway up the mountain. Some women were making noodles, some were stewing meat and vegetables, and some were washing dishes and chopsticks around the well.

In addition to the smell of stewed bacon, there was also a long-lost aroma of wheat in the yard. It was unknown how long it had been since everyone had eaten pasta. Even if they ate grain before, they were boiled into a paste or cooked together with wild vegetables and other things.

eat.

The clan leader was happy to find so much food today and sent a message to everyone to satisfy their cravings. It was too late to steam the steamed buns because there was no time to rise the dough and no starter for fermentation, so they simply baked them into flatbreads.

There are three large pots in the kitchen of this courtyard, all of which are in use. There are also several pots set up in the yard to cook pancakes together. They don't plan to stay here longer, so they decide to make dry food and take it with them on the road. Anyway, it's sunny.

It has cooled down and can be kept.

At that time, you can boil it in soup, boil it into a paste, or just eat it dry when you don't have time.

The patriarch took his people to collect sweet potatoes at the foot of the mountain, and the women were making cakes and chatting.

One said: "How do you think we can get those sweet potatoes? We can definitely harvest a lot from a large field. If we take them away directly, it will take up space and be heavy."

Another said: "But it's too late to dry it now. Not to mention that the weather is too cold and it's hard to dry it. We can't afford to wait for several days. We won't be able to keep going until it snows."

"Hey..." Everyone sighed together. Now they don't have time to fuss anymore, otherwise it would be best to make dried sweet potatoes, which are easy to preserve and easy to save.

One of the old ladies said: "Isn't there a stone mill in the yard? If it doesn't work, just grind the sweet potatoes into a paste and mix it with the grains to make dry food to eat on the road. It's better than carrying sweet potato eggs."

Everyone nodded, this is a good idea. When the time comes, everyone will carry a little of the fine grains, mainly for the children and the elderly. The elderly and children always eat coarse grains and wild vegetables and their bodies cannot bear it.

All those coarse grains were made into dry food. Taking advantage of the usefulness of the stove here, we produced half a month's worth of dry food on the road.

Originally, they planned to search for things in the yard, take away the ones that could be used, repair them here for one night, and then start again.

It turned out that there were sweet potatoes at the foot of the mountain. I figured I would have to stay for two more days, at least to harvest all the sweet potatoes.

There are a lot of fields down there, and they only have about 30 strong laborers. It takes two days to harvest them. They have to transport them back later. This is no small project.

While they were chatting here, the men who were working came back, carrying more than a dozen baskets of sweet potatoes. Although they were all covered in dirt, they were in a good mood, chatting and laughing as they entered the yard.

Everyone who stayed in the courtyard smiled when they saw the big, plump sweet potato in the basket.

This is all food! Who would think there is too much food in this situation?

Several old ladies chatted with the clan leader about the idea of ​​turning sweet potatoes into dry food and taking them away.

Fang Yunping nodded in agreement, "This is a good idea. It is not only easy to carry, but also saves time on the road. Then we will order all the wooden boards in the yard into carts. If we make a few more carts, we can push more

thing.

Take away the big pot in the kitchen for him as well. Their three pots are much better than our own, and they look like they are made of fine iron."

No one had any objections and all expressed their agreement.

At this time, the little spirit flew over and landed accurately on Jiayin's head.

When the patriarch saw Xiaoling, he touched the beard on his chin with his hand and praised: "This little bird is also spiritual. If it weren't for it, we wouldn't be able to find these grains."

Xiaoling cleverly replied immediately: "Thank you, thank you."

This funny little voice made the clan leader stunned for a moment, and then he laughed loudly and said: "It is indeed a spiritual creature, good, good, good, God has blessed our Fang family. Not only does we have Wild Ass King Liuliu, but now we also have a little talking creature.

Spirit, this is an auspicious sign! Hahaha..."