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

Not only Shen Youyou, but everyone else peeled the chestnuts to check. Yuanbao was even more skillful, he peeled one and took a bite directly: "It's sweet, edible."

Everyone was very happy and started picking up the items immediately.

Shen Zhiqiu reminded: "Remove all the hairy shells. It's faster to hit them with a stick. We want the chestnuts inside. The hairy shells take up too much space."

In fact, everyone reacted after he reminded them, mainly because they were too excited just now.

It was difficult to push the cart down, so a few young men were arranged to watch the chestnuts on it. If there was any problem, they would shout immediately, and the others would come and pick up the chestnuts with bamboo baskets on their backs.

They gathered in groups of three or five, placing baskets one by one. The old men and women were responsible for beating the shells, while the men climbed up the trees to beat the ones that had not fallen off. They fully implemented the policy of leaving no blade of grass behind as they went along.

Besides, why keep them? Didn't you see that the ones that fell off earlier have all rotted away?

The boys and girls are responsible for picking up the trash in the basket and dumping it into a pile, which makes it easier for the elders to beat it.

While picking chestnuts, Shen Youyou said to her sisters, "Chestnuts are best fried with sugar. Unfortunately, we don't have sugar now. Shen Luming has eaten up the last few pieces of sugar. Besides, sugar won't work. We have to fry them with icing sugar."

Although she had no memory of it, she still knew that white sugar was called icing sugar in ancient times.

This time, Shen Erya didn't say she wanted to eat it, but changed her tone: "Hey, don't think about what kind of sugar is fried. Sugar is so expensive. It's not something we can eat casually."

Shen Youyou had no memory and really didn't know how much it cost, so she asked tentatively: "Second sister, have you ever bought sugar? Do you know how much it cost?"

The one my sister mentioned tasted good the minute I thought about it. Shen Erya definitely wanted to eat it, but she also knew she couldn't possibly have it. However, she did know how much the candy cost.

Every year when her mother went back to her parents' home, she had to bring back two pounds of meat and two pounds of sugar, otherwise she would not be allowed to enter her parents' home. Later, when her younger brother was born, her mother gave up and said: I won't spend money on you anyway, you can complain to whoever you want,

After that, she went to her grandmother's house and never entered the house again. Later, her mother stopped going there either.

"A pound of sugar costs 60 wen. I went to sell it with my mother."

Shen Youyou grinned. If one penny was equivalent to one yuan today, then it would be equivalent to 60 yuan per kilogram. This price was indeed astonishing.

However, I have seen on the Internet before that in some dynasties, a pound of sugar was equivalent to several thousand yuan in modern times. Compared with that, the prices in this dynasty were still acceptable.

The old ladies sat on the ground, hitting the thick, thorny shells of the chestnuts with big wooden sticks.

Tian Cuifen looked at the chestnuts and couldn't help but mutter, "This mountain is not good. The chestnuts are much smaller than those on the mountain behind us. Although there are only a few trees on the mountain behind our village, they are big, plump and sweet."

Old Lady Fang at the side also said: "That's right, the chestnuts from the hill behind our village, are they going to be sold to others this time? Or no one knows that our village has left, so they will be wasted in the end."

Shen Zhiqiu, who had just come down from the tree with a rope, heard this and quickly changed the subject, otherwise these old men and women would have to wipe their tears again:

"Don't even think about it. Those who didn't run away will be conscripted. There will be only 10 years old left. There are very few who can survive in this chaotic world. Even if there are women in the family, who knows if the southerners will invade? If they do, it will be even more miserable.

It's not necessarily that the chestnuts are bad in the mountains. Drought will reduce chestnut production. This place has been dry for more than two years. It's good that they can grow. If it continues like this, it's hard to say whether there will be chestnuts next year!"

When Master Shen heard this, he quickly helped out: "Hurry up and get to work. This stuff is edible and filling. Xiao Sanzi, go tell the boys to pack up everything on the ground or trees that isn't rotten and take it away."

Seeing that no one was missing his hometown anymore, Shen Zhiqiu turned around and left. In fact, because of his memories, he had a good impression of Shenjia Village. If possible, he would also like to live there, without having to flee from famine and suffer such hardship and pain.

If they had not fled famine, he and Jingshu would probably have been able to open a small business in ancient times by now.

What did you say? Private school? How much money does a private school make? Even if he opens a private school in the future, he can't cut off his other ways of making money.

Moreover, in recent years, fewer and fewer people come to study in private schools, because the Prince Lin to whom they belong cannot take the imperial examination. As for whether the other princes can take the imperial examination, it is really unclear.

So when they really got to the north, they had to do their old business first and solve the livelihood problem for this group of people.

This is what Shen Zhiqiu thought, but Shen Youyou certainly disagreed, because she knew that her father had picked up a little Sanyuan's body for nothing, and it was not easy for him to study. But he had no choice because there were still grandma and grandpa.

On the chestnut trees, the strong laborers of Shenjia Village, although they look thin, have muscles all over their bodies. They step flexibly on the thicker branches and stand steadily.

Holding a long wooden stick in his hand, he began to hit the tree trunk, making crisp thumping sounds.

The thorny chestnuts fell down with a rustling sound, and it took a long time for the knocking to stop.

Young boys and girls came to pick them up. Soon they filled a bamboo basket with the pointed ones.

Shen Youyou rubbed her neck, fortunately she didn't have a stiff neck.

She squatted on the ground and picked chestnuts with everyone. The transportation was done by her brothers, while she and her sisters were responsible for picking the chestnuts and putting them into the backpacks.

At this time, Shen Zhiqiu came over and said, "Pick up all the chestnuts that are not rotten on the ground. It may be due to the drought that the chestnut production has decreased and the chestnuts are smaller. When you pick them, don't pick the big ones."

The older kids nodded and worked obediently without talking back, but the younger kids couldn't stand it anymore.

Shen Yuanbao couldn't help but grumble: "Third uncle, what are we like now? Why are you still being so picky? Your words are just in vain."

Shen Luming also nodded: "Dad, you haven't come to your senses yet, we are all fleeing from famine, we must not let go of any food."

Shen Zhiqiu was speechless. Look at each of them, and what they said seems to make sense.

Didn't he just tell them on behalf of the old men? Oh! I really should let the old man come and talk to them in person. Look at these kids. Do they dare to be stubborn?

Especially his son. Look at his little expression. He seems to be saying, "Why is my dad so incompetent? It's really frustrating."

These little kids were like this, and the others worked even harder. They had been traveling for most of the day and were extremely tired. They only rested for half an hour in the morning, but they still started traveling before dawn.

Before I saw the chestnut trees, they looked listless and droopy.

As soon as they see the chestnut tree, they are no longer themselves, well, the chestnut tree can't talk, and it's not a friend of the Eucommia tree. They can't send a message to contact it or something, otherwise they would have to say: If you pass by our place, you have to pull up any tree that grows something, right?

That was true. Even if they were tired and their waists and arms ached, they could not stop their determination to clear out the place. There were not even a single hanging chestnut hair ball left.

But those that were left behind must have been those that they happened not to see, otherwise there would definitely not be any that slipped through the net.

In the words of our grandparents, "If you find something for free and can eat it, why don't you just put it in your own basket? What are you waiting for?"