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

Ah Chi was a very clever man, especially when it came to their young master, whom he knew well. He noticed that the young master was secretly glancing at Miss Shen and then avoiding her gaze.

Miss Shen still had a look of scrutiny on her face. Thinking about how clever this kid was two years ago, she quickly helped the young master cover up:

"Miss Shen, look, this is the watermelon that just came off our farm. Many farmers have been cultivating it for many years. This kind is called Sanbai watermelon. It is juicy, sweet, refreshing, and has no residue. The color is like white jade."

As he spoke, he walked to the large basket containing the watermelons, bent down, and tapped a white-skinned watermelon. It made a muddy, heavy "bang bang" sound, and you could tell it was a ripe watermelon right away.

At this moment, he changed from patting to tapping, and with a louder "crack", the watermelon split in the middle, leaving a thumb-wide crack.

Shen Youyou instantly attracted all the attention. She took two steps forward, stretched out her two tender white hands, and directly broke the watermelon open from the gap.

Look at the white melon flesh, the thick skin is about a finger wide. Wow, it's not like those later varieties with paper-thin skin that explodes when touched: "Achi's hand is really strong!"

But Ah Chi was not finished yet, he grinned:

"This melon was listed as a tribute to the royal family and was known as the "No. 1 melon in Jiangnan." The soil, temperature, light and watering are all very particular.

Only by using the flower shed method and imitating the climate of Wei County in Shunde Prefecture can we get the white melon with skin like jade, flesh like fat, and seeds like pearls. "

But do you think that's the end? No, he did the same thing again, and in another basket, he popped open a green-skinned watermelon similar to the ones in later generations, and heard a crisp "crackling" sound.

Shen Youyou's eyes were filled with surprise, and Ah Chi's smile became even brighter: "This kind of red soil is also carefully cultivated by the farmers in the village. It has bright colors, is sweet and juicy, and is refreshing and delicious."

Then, he moved on to the oval watermelons in another basket, and he didn’t stop talking:

"This yellow-soil watermelon has a delicate taste, is sweet and delicious, and is slightly sweeter than red-fleshed watermelons. It is a top-quality watermelon."

It also uses the flower shed method to simulate the climate of Zhao'an, Fujian for planting.

As for the fourth type, it also has green skin and yellow soil, but it is round in shape, and it looks different. According to Ah Chi, "It is juicy and soft, with a refreshing taste, sweet but not greasy."

Now, Shen Youyou could no longer see anything else. She stared at the seeds in the spread-out watermelons, her eyes sparkling.

Ah Chi started to harass Li Jingshu again: "Oh, Madam, look, these are all broken along the way. It's probably because we weren't careful enough when we came here."

A hint of guilt appeared on his face at the right time.

Li Jingshu looked over and said, "It's okay. The loquats just have a little damage on the skin. You can eat them now."

This time it was Ah Chi's turn to be surprised: "Madam, do you know loquat?"

Li Jingshu squatted beside the basket and picked out a broken one, thinking to himself: "What haven't I eaten?"

But Ah Chi was muttering to himself at this time:

"That shouldn't be the case. This is also a fruit for consumption. It is not suitable for growing in the north. It is also grown in a flower shed by Shanglinyuan himself.

"The flowers were just picked, and the prince only got 20 baskets. He gave five baskets to the Duke's Mansion and five baskets to the Crown Prince. The rest of the princesses, concubines, and concubines didn't get much, did they?"

Moreover, there were four baskets in their Duke's Mansion, and the four young ladies shared two baskets. One basket was kept at home, one was sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the remaining basket was here.

Li Jingshu quickly swallowed what he had said and was just thinking of an excuse.

Shen Zhiqiu came down the stairs to help, saying, "Have you forgotten where our hometown is? Loquats have been planted there for a long time."

Grandpa Shen was also helped downstairs by Old Man Shen, followed by several old men: "Yes, there is one in Wuwei's house, and it was used to treat my cough."

Wuwei was Doctor Guo's name, so he nodded and said, "Yes, although loquats are rare in the north, they are not rare in our hometown."

It was only then that Ah Chi suddenly realized what was going on, and Li Jingshu also lowered his head, almost frightened into a cold sweat. Without ancient memories, it would be troublesome.

And this incident completely allowed Achi to entangle several people.

A Chi, Shen Zhiqiu, and Old Man Shen gathered the pile of gifts together.

A Chi kept introducing.

"This quail, madam, is only allowed to be eaten by the emperors and generals."

In fact, what he meant was: "If Miss Shen gets addicted to it, hehe."

Li Jingshu and Shen Zhiqiu, the couple looked quite shocked.

But what I was thinking was, in the previous life, you could just find a barbecue stall and spend a few more dollars to get a plate of barbecue. Especially my daughter, she didn't even want to eat it. Didn't you see her eyes, she didn't even look at the baskets?

But obviously, A Chi misunderstood the shock in their eyes, because the grandfathers had actually exclaimed out loud.

"Oh my goodness, we can still see such precious things in our lifetime."

"What? Emperors and generals eat this. It doesn't look like there's much meat. Is it because the chicken is fat yet?"

Only then did Fu Huaian understand why he had kept Ah Chi, who was so long-winded and easily startled, by his side for so many years.

At the critical moment, he is still very discerning.

Because since everyone's attention was attracted by Bei Achi, he could look at the watermelon openly with everyone, but in fact he was looking at Shen Youyou.

That look followed Shen Youyou's series of movements.

It fell on her rosy cheeks, her tall and delicate nose, her pair of watery and charming eyes, her long and naturally slightly curled eyelashes, and her slightly curved pink lips.

For a moment, it fell on Shen Youyou's back as she bent over. Her high ponytail was longer than her waist and was black and smooth.

Paired with a white top and a red skirt, they complement each other perfectly.

A Chi was right, she grew up picking out the good qualities of her uncle and aunt.

Her bright eyes and beautiful face are innocent and unrestrained. Her hair is piled up like clouds, and her jade-like face is lightly brushed with mist.

Shen Zhiqiu and his family had almost finished packing. The couple said goodbye and prepared to go to the newly built Jiu Zu canteen to cook.

Just as Shen Zhiqiu said to the grandfather, "Grandpa, you stay here with Chuan Ting, we will go and prepare lunch."

Fu Huaian's eyes flashed, and before everyone turned to look at him, he moved his gaze away from Shen Youyou, who was squatting in front of the stone table, cutting four watermelons into pieces and picking watermelon seeds with a bamboo stick very attentively.

"Chuan Ting, please sit down. Oh, you've been here for quite some time, but I haven't served you any tea. Yoyo, go and make some Wenguan tea for Brother Chuanting."

But what is her daughter doing?

He exclaimed again: "Why are you picking out the seeds? If you want to plant it, you can eat the pulp and spit out the seeds for you. How can others eat it if you pick out the seeds from the watermelon?"

Shen Youyou got goosebumps all over her body when her father said "Brother Chuan Ting", and her hands that were picking melon seeds stopped in mid-air.

Oh, why isn't the name Fu Huaian suitable to be called brother?

Look, Brother Dahu, Brother Dabao, Brother Erhu, Brother Erzhuang, and even Brother Goudan, they are all better than that damn "Brother Chuanting", right?

Why do I feel that this person's name, whether it is his given name or his courtesy name, is not suitable to be called brother?

The nicknames of my brothers at home are better. They are easy to remember and call. The key is that nicknames are easier to live with.

So, regardless of whether she was a brother or not, she didn't respond at all. As she stood up to pour tea, she said to her father:

"What's wrong with the watermelons I picked out the seeds from? It doesn't damage the appearance at all, and you don't have to spit out the seeds, so just be happy."