Traveling through ancient times, I led my family to prosperity

When Zhang Shanfeng and his group returned with firewood in the evening, the women were stacking locusts at home.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Qingfeng asked.

"Uncle, let's try making some dumplings stuffed with locusts," Xiao Lan said.

Onions and ginger were added to the grasshopper stuffing, and soy sauce and salt were poured in for seasoning, and then the family began to wrap them.

The villagers saw Xiaolan's family chopping firewood, and those who had harvested their crops early were glad that they had followed the trend. This time, seeing Xiaolan's family preparing firewood, they also followed suit in the afternoon. Those who had not harvested their crops saw Xiaolan's family chopping firewood and followed suit. So in the afternoon, the mountains and plains were full of people chopping firewood.

"I met a lot of villagers in the afternoon. They told me that many families in the village have caught locusts and are eating them in the past few days. It is said that they taste good." Zhang Shanfeng chatted with Xin while making dumplings.

"Those who didn't harvest their crops in advance may have run out of food at home. They can't just starve to death. We have to find a way." Xin sighed.

"I hope the disaster will end soon. The weather is so dry. If it continues like this, the wells in the village will dry up, and people will die of thirst." Grandpa Sheng's tone was full of melancholy. "We can live like this now, thanks to my daughter and son-in-law. Otherwise, we would be like these people, worrying about food and drink all day long."

"Dad, look at what you said. We are a family and this is what we should do. If that's the case, if it weren't for your support, I don't know how tall the grass on my grave would have grown." Sheng Xuan quickly expressed his opinion after hearing what Zhang Shanfeng said.

What Sheng Xuan said was actually true. Who would have thought that the poor Sheng Xuan family could develop to what it is now? As the old saying goes, things change over time. In less than 30 years, Xiao Lan's family has become prosperous. As long as the security at home is in place, even if there is chaos outside for two or three years, her family will be able to survive.

Zhang Shanfeng thought of the gift that the owner of Tianxianglou sent to Xiaolan's family for the kang. It was a letter of silver, a full five hundred taels. He must have thought of Xiaolan's potential. Although the world was in chaos, he still wanted to maintain this relationship. As the saying goes, don't bully the poor young, and he did this to the extreme. He never treated Xiaolan as a child, and they communicated on an equal footing when they met. No one can ignore the ability of a ten-year-old child to earn the current family business with his family. The old man of the Sheng family must be regretting it now. If he hadn't had the intention to murder Xiaolan, Xiaolan's family would not have been separated, and the family business would have belonged to the old Sheng family, and he would have been able to accept the kindness of the third brother's family with peace of mind, but now everything has become a bubble.

Xiaolan's family has been busy making locust jerky at home these days and has not gone out. This time Zhang Shanfeng and his team went out to chop wood and brought back a lot of news.

On the day when locusts came to the village, the villagers who had not harvested their crops were carrying water to further places to irrigate the fields. When they saw the locusts, they didn't even bother to carry their buckets, but ran home, picked up their sickles and rushed to the fields. As they rushed, they shouted, "The locusts are coming, hurry up and harvest the crops."

Many people heard the noise and ran out.

Some people in the village who reacted quickly began to frantically harvest crops. At this time, the locusts had not yet flown to their village, so they could still harvest some crops. Some people who reacted slowly were still looking at the sky, wondering who was spreading nonsense rumors and where the locusts came from.

In just half an hour, the locusts came roaring in. Those who were rushing to harvest the crops were carrying them home while the locusts were eating them. By the time the crops were moved home, they had been almost completely eaten by the locusts.

Some homes did not have their doors and windows closed tightly, and their stoves, water tanks, pots and pans were full of locusts.

Looking at the locusts flying all over the crops in the fields, many villagers cried out, "It's over, it's all over."

"This is the end of a year's harvest."

"God is blind."

Because the locusts had eaten up all the food, many farmers in the village went crazy. They ran to the fields and frantically stepped on, twisted, slapped, and beat the locusts. Some people even knelt down and begged the locusts, "Grandpa Locust God, spare us. Grandma Locust God, please have mercy. These are our food rations. I've burned incense and kowtowed to you. Please leave some food for us."

At that time, there were cries, curses, and pleas for mercy in the fields. Of course, some people, in despair, began to kill locusts. They thought of the low food reserves at home. If they had nothing to eat, what would be waiting for them, they knew better than anyone else.

Seeing this, many young people in the village also took action. What's the point of begging? Nothing is more important than having a full stomach. Locusts are just insects after all. Tree bark and grass roots can be eaten. These things can also be eaten. But they can't be eaten. They will die anyway. It's better to die with a full stomach than to die of hunger.

Some elders in the village saw what these people were doing and began to curse, "Locusts cannot be killed, or they will bring punishment."

"This thing is causing us so much trouble. Are we just going to starve to death? Let's catch more of them. These are our future food rations. I don't want to sell my children just for food in the future."

These words touched their hearts, and many villagers began to take action.

Zhang Shanfeng and his group went out to chop wood. The villagers knew that this was Sheng Xuan's father-in-law's family, and they were very warm to them. After all, the villagers were treated well by Sheng Xuan's family. If his family had not harvested the crops in advance, they would not have been able to keep the existing food. Although the yield was reduced a lot by harvesting the crops in advance, they became more polite to Sheng Xuan's family when they thought of the scene where the locusts passed through and the fields in the village were bitten by locusts without leaving any hair.

The dumpling skin is made of a mixture of bean flour and wheat flour. When the dumplings are cooked and served on the table, the whole family is curious about what the grasshopper filling tastes like.

Xiao Lan looked at the hot dumplings in the bowl, smelled the bright aroma of the dumplings, first took a breath, and then swallowed her saliva, which was just heard by Zhang.

"Look at how greedy you are. No matter how delicious it is, can it compare to the fragrance of pork? Eat it quickly." Zhang said with a smile.

After taking a bite, the aroma is so delicious that it can make people dizzy. After getting rid of the psychological barrier of eating locusts at the beginning, the family quickly accepted the deliciousness of locusts. Now Xiaolan's family and Zhang Shanfeng's family eat together, and several children say that it is delicious.

After the family ate the dumplings and drank a bowl of hot dumpling soup, they felt refreshed after sweating for a while, and Xiao Lan burped with satisfaction.

"Don't mention it, locusts taste just as good as pork," said Zhang Qingfeng.

After dinner, the family collected the locusts that were dried outside. There seemed to be a lot of locusts, but after they were cooked and dried, there were not many left.