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

"Pay attention to the mosquito coils, don't set the bedding on fire." Old Lady Hua kept reminding him.

"Grandma, isn't there a bamboo stick stuck in there? The mosquito coil has burned out, but the bamboo stick should go out before it is completely burned."

Many modern mosquito coils are made in this way, and basically only a small piece of bamboo stick will be left after burning. Shen Youyou is not too worried about this.

Old Lady Hua looked at her little grandson who was sleeping on the quilt, drooling from his sleep:

"Hurry up and wipe your brother's saliva. The quilts in your house are made of good materials and filled with cotton. Don't waste them like this."

Shen Youyou used a handkerchief to wipe the younger brother's saliva, and then put the handkerchief under his mouth.

I asked casually, "I see, aren't all the quilts in our house made of cotton?"

Old Lady Hua rolled her eyes and said, "Your father bought it for me. Otherwise, how could people in the village get cotton? Besides, this is..."

Shen Youyou said first: "They are fleeing from famine! Hehe, grandma, you have been saying this all the way."

The old lady looked at her granddaughter helplessly. When she smiled, her little canine teeth were revealed and there were two dimples on her fair face. She thought to herself: Her granddaughter is so pretty.

Suddenly he thought of something and said seriously, "My dear grandson, when you light the fire and cook, put some black ash on your face. You can't do that."

Shen Youyou knew what grandma meant: "It's okay, I'll find Erbao later and ask him to change into two sets of clothes and dress up as a boy."

When she heard her mother talking about that fetish before, she had already made up her mind.

I disguised myself as a man on the road and gave myself some pockmarks. Hehe, my body is not developed yet, so no one can tell.

Old Mrs. Hua thought that her little granddaughter's idea was a good one. She would let her eldest granddaughter, second granddaughter, and Taohua dress like this too. There was no other way but that the Shen family had good genes, so the children would grow up to be pretty.

Shen Youyou thought of her grandmother's previous words, and then thought of: "In late autumn, pick reed flowers and put them in the quilt."

This poem asks her grandmother: "Grandma, if you don't have cotton, do you use reed fluff as your quilt?"

Grandma Hua pulled in another bunch of corn from outside and explained to her granddaughter while peeling the husk: "There are many kinds of fluff, including reed fluff, willow fluff, thatch, etc. Some people even crush the ends of hemp ropes and make fluff."

"Don't we have silkworms at home? Can't we make silk quilts?"

When packing up, Shen Youyou saw that the family was raising silkworms. The silkworm babies were not thrown away.

The cart driven by his grandfather was loaded with those baskets, mainly because this batch of silk cocoons would be ready in a few days.

This time the old lady didn't even raise her head, she sighed and said, "You were born in a honey pot. If you ask your sisters, they will all tell you that you have to pick out the best silk cocoons and sell them at the silkworm market in town!

Even the leftover scraps have to be saved to stuff cotton-padded clothes in winter, but not all of them can be stuffed, and there won’t be much left. If you make one for an old person or a child, you have to tear it apart and sew it so that they can wear it for many years.”

Shen Youyou felt so upset. How much suffering did her grandma have to endure?

In the past, when my father encountered something unpleasant at home, he would ask my mother to make a meal of corn steamed bread.

While eating corn steamed bread, he told stories about the hard times in the past, and how eating corn steamed bread would get stuck in the throat, so he would rinse it with cold water while eating.

He said that he had to cut grass for the old cow every morning and he couldn't even open his eyes. He also had to pick wild vegetables after school, otherwise he would have nothing to eat.

The land was not theirs. They worked together in a production team in the village. The yield was low and the population was large, so they didn't get much flour after the harvest. It all had to be eaten by the elderly with bad teeth. In his family, it was his grandfather who ate the flour.

Every time my dad finished muttering these words and ate his corn bread, he would say: This doesn’t taste the same as before.

Although he said this, Dad would find motivation again the next day and continue to work hard for their little family.

Once, Shen Youyou couldn't help but say, "I think this corn bread is delicious, chewy and sweet."

My mother burst out laughing and said, "That's because when I made it, I put a lot of white flour in it, which made it delicious. In the past, there was no white flour. Besides, even if I made the same kind of steamed bread as before, I don't think your father would be able to eat it now."

At that time, Shen Youyou felt that her parents had a very miserable childhood!

Listening to my grandma say this now, it really seems like there is no end to the comparison of misery. As we count from the past, each generation will be more pitiful than the previous one.

As if the old lady didn't think it was enough to stimulate her granddaughter, she continued to chatter:

"We have quilts and cotton-padded clothes because your father bought cloth and cotton for us. Before your father passed the imperial examination, our family was like that too.

Your grandfather and I don't have much ability. We only know how to farm. There are many children in our family, and we want to support your father's education. Your second grandfather and the clan members will also help out.

But every family is poor, and there are still people waiting for food, and the help others can give is limited. Your grandfather, uncles and aunts have to do hard labor during the slack season.

Your father had a hard time too. It was freezing cold, he was wearing thin clothes, he stayed up all night in the dormitory copying books, and he was reluctant to buy charcoal just to save a little for the family.

When he came back from vacation, his hands were frozen and cracked, and he insisted on copying books without saying anything. Did he think that if he didn't say anything, his family wouldn't know?

Your grandfather went to the private school to ask, what didn't the teacher see when he got up in the middle of the night to check the school dormitory? "

Shen Youyou lowered her head and fiddled with the moxa leaves in her hand. In fact, she had already burst into tears. She felt that the ancient people were so miserable, the kind of misery she could never imagine.

In the past, even if she cut her finger, her father would not let her do her homework and would constantly nag her around the house.

Why do these schools give so much homework? It’s fine as long as the children know the lessons. Why do they have to copy the texts?

Isn't this just a waste of time? Can't we be more humane and let the children not do the homework after they have learned and memorized it?

Shen Zhiqiu on the shaft of the carriage was also not calm. Although he had not experienced these things personally, as he listened to his mother's stories, the scenes in his mind replayed like slides.

This is also the reason why he insisted on taking the people of Shenjia Village away. Even if this life is not their past life or present life, just because I traveled through time and space to my original body, how much of an honor is that to them?

He is a farmer's son who worked hard to pass the imperial examination and let us take advantage of him. His family also suffered so much to support his studies. He should pay for it.

He also received help from his clansmen, and even the few outsiders in the village sent him money when he went to the provincial capital to take the exam.

That year, Dalang was only five years old and was ill. He had spent a lot of the money his family had saved. He had decided not to take part in the provincial examination.

At night, my parents squatted behind the house and cried with their hands covering their faces. My father said it was his fault that he was incompetent and that his son was promising but he married into the wrong family.

He had no money to send his son to take the exam. His son was the top scorer in the county exam! When people saw the list, they all said that his son would definitely pass the prefectural exam.

As a result, early the next morning, Mr. Shen brought all the men in charge of the village to his house.

One by one, they took out the copper coins that were still warm from their bosoms and said:

Don't be afraid, little Sanzi. There are so many people in our family. Don't think too much when you get to the capital. Take the exam well and don't feel pressured. Even if you don't pass this time, there will always be next time. Our whole village will support you together.