The whole family travels through time: escape from famine! No cheat codes yet!

So, no matter who says she is biased, she will admit it!

It's just a trick. I can't bear to hit him or scold him!

No matter how angry you are, you have to hold it in! If you don't see your granddaughter messing around, you can only pretend you didn't see it.

Who would have thought that the little granddaughter would actually take the wooden stool and ask her to rub corn. Why was she so unconvinced that this thing could be used to rub corn?

Old Lady Hua listened to her granddaughter's words more than her brain. She took the corn and placed it on a wooden bench with bamboo boards nailed to it. There was a "clatter" and a lot of corn kernels fell to the ground!

The old lady was very surprised. This thing is so useful!

Then, with a few "squeaks", the corn was rubbed clean.

Xiao Luming flattered his sister excitedly: Sister, you are great! The little stool is awesome!

Shen Zhiqiu, who had been listening to the noise in the carriage, also reached in and said, "Mom, let me see, what did Yoyo do?"

Old Lady Hua thought to herself, why is San'er so annoying? Just drive your carriage properly, why is he staring at her? He is also delaying her work!

The old lady reluctantly handed the bench to Shen Zhiqiu.

Shen Zhiqiu took it and looked at it: she laughed, her daughter was so smart, this was similar to how people in the previous life rubbed corn on the washboard!

A small stool is better. When rubbing corn, the tools will inevitably wear out. The same is true when using a washboard. After a long time, the washboard will break.

If this bamboo board is broken, just replace it with two! And it is so simple to make, I will let everyone follow suit. It is not a big deal to have so many corns hanging outside all the time!

"Have you seen enough? You're just wasting my work!" The old lady is getting impatient waiting. What do you think you can see?

Shen Zhiqiu quickly handed the wooden stool to me. I can’t afford to offend you!

Now Old Lady Hua became addicted to rubbing corn. She had been rubbing corn for half her life, but this was the first time she did it so easily!

You say she is a good grandson, how come she is so capable?

Grandma Hua looked at her little granddaughter and smiled, "My dear grandson, make a few more."

Shen Youyou's own things can save grandma's energy! Seeing grandma happy, she is willing to do anything!

She also asked Erhu to get her some small iron nails and a stool, as there happened to be some unused bamboo boards.

"Ding ding dang dang" after a series of beatings, and then he made the six things her grandma asked him to do.

Old Lady Hua called Erhu over and said, "Go to the carriage that my eldest son is driving and send four to Dabao and Daya.

Then I went to my uncle's cart and gave my granddaughters two corns to rub. "

When Shen Youyou heard this, her body froze, and she felt that she had let her brother and sister down.

It's late at night, and even though there is an oil lamp, it's better to rub corn than to sleep!

"Milky! Why don't you rub it tomorrow? I guess Brother Dabao and the others are asleep now, right?"

Old Mrs. Hua thought to herself: It’s already this late, and yet I can still sleep? How can I be so cruel?

"This carriage makes a lot of noise, and I can't sleep well. I might as well rub corn!"

Shen Zhiqiu was amused when he heard the conversation between his mother and daughter.

Although the old ladies in ancient times and the old ladies in modern times have the same appearance and personality, their living environments are different!

When her daughter was born, their family conditions were much better, so in the child's memory, although her grandmother did some farm work, she mostly used machines to harvest.

The purpose of rubbing the corn is to rub a smaller bag first and grind new cornmeal to make porridge.

The rest of the corn was threshed by machines. At that time, my mother naturally couldn't bear to tell her grandchildren to do it, so she did this job by herself while watching TV.

It's different now. In ancient times, there was no way to quickly harvest and thresh the crops. People could only work hard. For example, rubbing corn was the easiest job in the eyes of the old lady.

In ancient times, teenagers were treated as adults. If a mother doesn't let her daughter do it, then she is really spoiled like the apple of her eye.

Shen Youyou was helpless and asked her younger brother if he was sleepy. The younger brother said that he couldn’t sleep because of the mosquito bites.

I just opened and closed the screen, and quite a few mosquitoes did come in.

Shen Youyou took out the treasures she had brought with her when she got on the bus, and first used a mortar to crush some mint to extract the juice for her brother. She asked her brother to apply some wherever he felt itchy, and also applied some to her grandmother.

There is no time to purify the alcohol now, so just make do with it for now. Apply it on your affected area to relieve the itching and inflammation.

He leaned over the car window and shouted, "Brother Erhu, bring me some dried mugwort leaves, and put some dried mugwort on each car, and hang a few of them immediately, then the mosquitoes won't bite you."

I was so busy today that I forgot such a simple method.

Taking the moxa leaves from Erhu, I saw that he was blushing by the oil lamp: "Brother Erhu, do you have a cold? Why are you blushing?"

Erhu's eyes were a little evasive, and he said guiltily: "Miss, I am hot."

He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and ran ahead.

Shen Youyou was confused. Why wasn't she sweating because of the heat? Why was her face just blushing?

Besides, it was windy on the road and he was riding a horse, so he wouldn’t feel hot, right?

Shen Youyou, who was confused, didn't intend to embarrass himself. He would just tell her if he felt uncomfortable, so he started fiddling with his dried moxa leaves.

She put the mugwort leaves in a stone mortar and pounded them repeatedly.

Suddenly, sounds of "swoosh, swoosh," "dong, dong, dong," "swoosh, swoosh," and "dong, dong, dong" could be heard from the carriage...

You know what, Shen Zhiqiu's singing sounds quite rhythmic.

After Shen Youyou beats out the fibers of the moxa leaves, she uses a simple sieve made of a bamboo ring and gauze to sift out the residue, leaving only the moxa fluff that is as soft and fine as cotton.

Then wrap the moxa with rice paper and roll it into a long cylindrical roll. Finally, insert a thin bamboo stick at one end of the moxa stick.

Shen Youyou took out a fire starter, blew it, lit the other end of the moxa stick and inserted it into the gap of the wooden board of the carriage.

The lit moxa sticks emit a special mugwort fragrance in the carriage.

"What's this all about?"

Grandma Hua saw that her granddaughter had made another strange toy. She wondered what it was for. It felt like burning incense in a temple.

"It repels mosquitoes. I call it mosquito coils."

He lit another one and handed it to the driver, asking him to stick it on the cart.

Shen Zhiqiu happily took it, thinking that his daughter had traveled through time and space in the right way.

Look at how he can do everything. When he settles down in the future, his daughter can probably make some money by selling mosquito coils in ancient times.

With the mosquito coil, Shen Luming couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep on the quilt.

There were no more mosquitoes buzzing in the carriage. Grandma Hua looked at her granddaughter who was still making mosquito coils and grinned:

My dear grandson, the mosquito coils you made are really effective! Where did you learn how to make them?

Before Shen Youyou could say anything, Shen Zhiqiu took over:

"I saw it in a book and told her about it. She has a sharp mind and remembered it all."

The old lady was very proud when she heard this, and said with a smile:

"My dear grandson is very smart. If it was a boy, I wouldn't expect you to pass the imperial examination. Maybe my dear grandson would pass it earlier than you."

Shen Zhiqiu was not convinced. He had finally become a cultured person in his life, how could he let his mother look down on him?

He retorted: "It's not that I can't pass the exam to become a juren. It's that after I passed the exam to become a xiucai, the old emperor died and the imperial examination was stopped. When the imperial examination is resumed, I will definitely let you pass the exam to become a jinshi. What's the use of a juren?"

I muttered to myself: Who knows how long the war will last? Anyway, you don’t have to pay taxes for bragging.

Shen Youyou rolled her eyes, knowing that her father was bragging again. It was easy to pass the exam to become a scholar, but was it so easy to pass the exam to become a juren?

However, she remembered this sentence. If the imperial examination was really restored at that time, if her father did not respond, she would help him recall the pie in the sky he had painted for his grandmother on the first night of escaping the famine.