The game starts with fleeing from famine, the boss of the end times is in trouble

"Yiyi, third brother, open your mouth."

Yun Yiyi and Third Brother Yun opened their mouths at the same time, and saw Yun the Butcher cut a fried crab into two halves and stuffed them into their mouths.

"It smells so good, Dad."

"It's so delicious, I want more."

Zhang's face turned serious. "You can eat it if you want. Wash your hands and eat it yourself."

"Your father still has to make noodles. He doesn't have time to feed the greedy cat here.

Yun Yiyi and Yun Sange smiled embarrassedly and quickly ran to wash their hands.

Butcher Yun went back to rolling the noodles. He was very strong, so it was not difficult for him to knead the noodles.

Xie Zirui had been making a fire, so he watched the whole process, which was really hilarious.

Not only him, but Zhang also couldn't help laughing.

She picked up a bowl of fried crabs and put it on the table.

When Yun Yiyi and Third Brother Yun came back, they shared the bowl of crabs with Xie Zirui.

Even many years later, Xie Zirui still remembered the aroma of the fried crabs.

Zhang quickly fried the remaining crabs. She poured out some of the oil from the pan, leaving a little oil at the bottom, and then poured the chopped pickled ginger, dried chili peppers, and shredded potatoes into the pan and stir-fried them.

The smell of chili peppers was too pungent, so Zhang chased the children away. She made the fire and cooked the dishes herself.

After a while, the spicy and sour potato shreds were also out of the pot.

Brother Yun the elder and brother Yun the second also went down the mountain.

"Big brother, second brother, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner." Zhang called out.

"Here we come, mother."

"Right away, mother."

After a while, everyone sat down and started eating.

Everyone had a delicious lunch, eating freshly steamed buns from the morning, chewing on the fragrant fried crabs, and eating the spicy and sour shredded potatoes.

After dinner, the children went to bed.

Zhang and Yun the butcher, one was kneading the dough while the other was cutting the noodles.

"Boss, how do you think we should dry the noodles? Should we put them on mats or use bamboo poles to dry them?"

Butcher Yun was a little confused. "Wife, we are just drying some noodles. Do we need to be so particular?"

"Anyway, I feel like it doesn't matter how you expose it to the sun, as long as it's dried."

Zhang thought for a moment and said, "Well, Master, what you said makes sense. How about we just dry them on the mat. It's easy and convenient."

"Okay, wife. Wait until I finish kneading this dough, and I'll get the mat out and spread it over."

“It’s better to pave it inside. If it’s not close to the roadside, it won’t be so conspicuous.”

"By the way, Boss. I'll go talk to the Wu family next door and see if they're going to dry the noodles."

"Wife, how about I talk to the village chief and ask him to tell the villagers that whoever wants to dry the noodles can do so. It will be convenient for everyone to eat them when the time comes."

Zhang smiled and said, "You should tell me. You can make noodles with corn flour or white flour. Of course, you can also make noodles with a mixture of the two like we do at home."

"People in our village should all have the conditions to dry noodles."

Zhang suddenly thought of an idea. "Boss, when I mix the dough, can I add chopped wild vegetables to make noodles?"

Butcher Yun didn't know either, "Wife, if you make it into juice and mix it into the dough, the dough will be very easy to knead."

"But if I add chopped wild vegetables, I don't think the dough will be able to be kneaded into a ball."

"That's right. Let's try it later when we have time. We are too busy now to try it."

Zhang mixed two large bowls of dough. It took two people an hour to cook, but they only used less than half of the dough.

At this time, all the children got up.

Brother Yun took his younger brothers and sisters and continued to go up the mountain.

Butcher Yun added water to the iron pot, put a bamboo grate and a cage cloth in it, covered the pot, and asked Xie Zirui to light the fire. He would steam the buns when the water boiled.

Zhang skillfully kneaded out a steamed bun and put it aside.

Yun the Butcher went to the village to find the village chief and didn't come back until half an hour later.

"Wife, I just talked to the Wu family about drying noodles. You don't have to make another trip."

"Okay, then I won't go over."

"By the way, Boss, why are you back so late?"

Butcher Yun immediately laughed, "Wife, I told the village chief about the drying of noodles. He was very surprised."

"Later, he discussed with the elders that if there were many people in the village drying noodles, they would stay for another day tomorrow. They would set off again after the noodles were dry."

"Oh, that's a good thing. If we really don't leave tomorrow, we must roll out more noodles today."

"The village chief said that once he notifies the villagers, they will know that there are not many people drying noodles. Then, he will come and tell us."

"That's great. Besides, children all like to eat noodles. I think if they eat noodles every day, they should be willing to eat it."

"Aunt, I think I won't get tired of eating noodles every day. Noodles with meat sauce are so delicious."

"Zi Rui is right. But, Zi Rui reminded me, we are still making meat sauce today."

"Wife, there's no rush. Let's steam the buns and roll the noodles first. Once we're done, there'll be enough time to make the meat sauce."

"It's the only way. We only have two hands, so there's no way we can do it faster."

"No hurry, wife. Let's take our time."

While the people of Yunjia Village were frantically steaming buns and drying noodles in preparation for food on the road, Qingfeng Village was also bustling with activity.

There are still many people imprisoned in the dungeon inside Qingfeng Village.

After Li Huailiang asked his men to investigate, he found out that they were all passers-by who were caught as fat sheep by the previous bandits.

Li Huailiang had no way to return all the things to them. Moreover, a lot of food and silver had been taken away by the bandits in Qingfeng Village in advance.

Li Huailiang planned to distribute some of the food and silver in the mountain stronghold to those imprisoned in the dungeon so that they could continue on their journey.

He had to use the remaining food and silver to support his troops and could not use them casually.

Except for a few people who were beaten by bandits and could not move freely and had to recuperate in the mountain village, the others who were able to move forward received food and silver and continued to head south.

The bandits also captured some people from nearby villages, but were also released by Li Huailiang, who also gave them some food and silver.

After Li Huailiang had dealt with all those messy matters, he finally had time to sit down and read the letter sent back by the military advisor via carrier pigeon.

The military advisor asked him when the young master could go back and whether he should send someone to send him back.

Li Huailiang actually didn't think so much, because before he came here, he was not sure whether he could find the young master. So he didn't think about how to let the young master go back.

However, it’s not too late to consider it now.

Li Huailiang thought that he could send someone to send the young master back, and then ask the military advisor to send someone to meet him on the way.