Traveling through 1942 with space

"Uncle boss, don't go so far. Just tell me I want so much, can you give me a discount?" Hou Xiaoge was also amused by the fat boss.

"Young Master, prices are rising so much now that there is not much profit left. The price is cheaper now, but I can give you two more roujiamo.

What do you think? I dare say that no one in the whole street has the courage of me, Xing Laowu, to send two more. "The fat boss Xing Laowu said, patting his chest.

"Okay, uncle boss, you cut the meat! Put more fat and make sure the meat is full." Hou Xiaoge nodded with satisfaction and asked the boss to start.

Two roujiamo were given for free, which cost 40 cents. It was really not small. 40 cents could buy eight sesame cakes.

Hou Xiaoge knew pork. He smelled the aroma and watched the boss scooping out pork cubes with skin from the earthenware jar. Hou Xiaoge nodded slightly to confirm that it was correct.

But you can't trust everyone. Hou Xiaoge watched the boss finish making the 32 steamed buns.

"My goodness, after adding all these steamed buns, there is not much meat left. We have to cook the meat again tonight." After picking up the steamed bun, the boss wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down on a recliner beside him to drink tea and rest.

Thirty-two roujiamo were piled up in a full basket. The proprietress tied up twenty-one of them with oil paper as Hou Xiaoge had said in advance, and someone would come to take the eleven later.

After tying up the roujiamo, Hou Xiaoge called everyone who were sitting outside to enjoy the cool air to come in and get the roujiamo.

"Oh my god! Why are there so many roujiamo?" After everyone came in, they looked at the roujiamo in the basket and drooled.

"My dear uncles, I promised you when I came to the city that if you redeem my mother, I will treat you to a big fat meat bun.

Come on, two each, don't be polite." Hou Xiaoge brought the basket to everyone and asked them to take it.

Few people could resist the meaty aroma of Roujiamo. After saying a few festive words, everyone grabbed two Roujiamo.

However, this time, after getting the roujiamo, everyone did not eat it. Instead, they asked the boss for some straw paper to wrap it tightly, and then put it in their coats like a treasure.

Hou Xiaoge grinned at the sight of these people not even thinking it was hot.

There was still one roujiamo left, so Hou Xiaoge gave it to his stepmother.

"Mom, please eat!" Hou Xiaoge stuffed the last roujiamo into the uneasy hands of Wang Maimiao.

Looking at the delicious roujiamo, Wang Maimiao, who hadn't eaten meat for a year, drooled. His stomach also started to growl as he hadn't eaten for a day.

"Your cousin and uncle haven't eaten yet, how can I have the nerve to eat!" Although she was very hungry, Wang Maimiao still maintained the most basic etiquette in front of the man.

"Wife of the third brother, please eat this gift from your children! We just had a big bowl of oil-splashed noodles and we are still full!" Hou Yangmin said with a smile.

Before Hou Yangmin could finish speaking, other people around him echoed him.

Wang Maimiao sat on a bench with red eyes, eating the meaty roujiamo in big mouthfuls. She felt that this was the most delicious meal she had ever eaten in her life.

After eating Roujiamo, the proprietress thoughtfully gave them a bowl of meat soup, which made Hou Xiaoge nod his head and say that the boss knew how to run a business and that they deserved to eat so much.

After his adopted mother had eaten and drunk her fill, Hou Xiaoge handed the two packages wrapped in oil paper to his uncle and cousin respectively.

Both of them also smelled that there was roujiamo inside, and they held it like a treasure, fearing that some refugees on the roadside would come and snatch it.

Whether it was Hou Xiaoge's family or other villagers, everyone was happy on this trip.

After eating and drinking, everyone was talking and laughing on the way back. From time to time, hearty laughter could be heard, attracting the numb refugees around to look up.

"Mother, mother!"

When everyone returned to the temporary camp, Xiao Shuanniu and Hou Xiazhu, who were playing and waiting outside, immediately ran over when they saw Wang Maimiao.

Wang Maimiao picked up her youngest son, and the mother and daughter burst into tears.

After a while, Wang Maimiao looked at her thin eldest daughter wiping her tears, and walked over to hug Hou Xiazhu.

"Zhu, poor Zhu, don't blame me. Your father and I can't do anything." Wang Maimiao wailed and cried while hugging her daughter.

"Mom, there is no food at home. I don't blame you." Hou Xiazhu also burst into tears and said with sobs.

After a burst of reunion crying, everyone returned to the camp with smiles on their faces.

After returning to the camp, the villagers all greeted Wang Maimiao, and some familiar relatives even came forward to ask about his well-being.

Hou Xiaoge couldn't bear to see the tears, so he went straight back to his camp with his uncle and cousin.

What made the camp even more lively than Wang Maimiao's return was the roujiamo brought back by the other five people. The children in particular gathered around hoping to get some sympathy.

Many women at home were jealous and envious after hearing this, but in the end they just slapped their husbands and complained that they were too lazy. If they went to the city with Hou Xiaoge's family at noon, they would definitely have a portion of roujiamo.

Hou Xiaoge's camp was no exception. As Erhuan untied the oil paper package in his eldest cousin's hand, eleven roujiamo (Chinese steamed buns wrapped in yellow paper) instantly came into view.

However, Hou Xiaoge's family had not returned yet, so they were stopped by their aunt-in-law and were not allowed to eat first.

After Hou Xiaoge came back, he laughed at the group of little kids who were staring at the roujiamo and drooling.

"Aunt, let everyone eat first! I bought a lot. You can save some for my mother and the others. Otherwise, the meat will get cold and people will get diarrhea if they eat it." Hou Xiaoge said with a smile to the aunt who was staring at a group of little rascals.

"That!"

When Hou Cuiping saw her nephew coming back and saying this, she didn't stop him and let the little ones line up and distribute the roujiamo.

After Wang Maimiao came back with her daughter and younger son, her aunt opened another oil paper bag.

There are fifteen people in Hou Xiaoge's family and twenty-one steamed buns. After everyone divides one, there are six left.

When Hou Xiaoge's family was distributing Roujiamo, the camp was surrounded by children, with cries and noises everywhere. After a discussion, the adults decided to distribute the remaining six Roujiamo to the children outside.

After counting, there were thirty-five children under the age of twelve. One steamed bun was cut into six small portions, one for each child.

The last small portion was given by Hou Xiaoge to his jealous childhood friend Yangwa, and everyone was happy.

"You should drink hot water after eating. Drinking cold water after eating meat can cause diarrhea." Hou Xiaoge stopped a few little kids who wanted to drink cold water.

After hearing this, Hou Cuiping and Wang Maimiao hurried to boil water. The pot they used was naturally the Hou family's ancestral large iron pot.

As the sky gradually darkened, the family chatted together and imagined the future.

"Ugh!"

"It's a pity that the troublemaker from the second brother's family insisted on staying in his hometown. There is nothing in his hometown, and I don't know what happened to the family of four!" Hou Yangmin looked at Heidan who was sleeping in front of him and sighed.

"Hmph! What else can we do? What can we do if Li Cuihua wants to go to her family?" Hou Cuiping complained.

"Uncle, don't worry too much.

My second aunt’s family lives in the countryside, where there are many landlords. They are about to plant winter wheat, so their lives should be better.

When we settle down in Chang'an, we'll ask someone to send a message to Second Aunt's family." Hou Xiaoge didn't care anyway. He took the more obedient Heidan away with him, and the rest of the people could do whatever they wanted.

The next day, we received good news. Twenty villagers from Nanjiagou who were left behind at Guanyintang Railway Station boarded the train. Fifteen arrived on the third day, and the rest on the fourth and fifth days.

Hou Xiaoge has been busy these days, collecting medicinal seeds and crop seeds that he doesn't have in his own space near Tongguan.

Hard work pays off, and Hou Xiaoge really received more than a dozen Qinling Huan ginseng seeds.

But just for these dozen or so seeds of Huai ginseng, Hou Xiaoge spent five oceans, which can be said to be very expensive.

However, just by looking at the word "Emperor" next to the name of this ginseng, you can tell that this ginseng is not simple.

Qinling Wan ginseng has been hailed as the king of ginseng since ancient times. It has always been a special product and is extremely precious.

People in later generations have only heard of Northeast ginseng and American ginseng, but few have heard of Huai ginseng. This is because it is too precious, with extremely small annual production, and is only supplied to special groups of people.

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"Let's go!"

After a week of rest in Tongguan, the group had some supplies from the robbery of bandits and bandit soldiers in Nanjiagou some time ago. Their bodies had recovered a lot in the past few days.

Now that there are more and more people in Tongguan, the elders decided not to stay in Tongguan anymore, but to go to Chang'an as soon as possible to find a place to settle down.

This way, we can catch up with the autumn harvest in Qin Province, and then work for the landlords and the people of Qin Province, so that we can earn a living.

Moreover, Tongguan is more than 200 miles away from Chang'an. Even if you walk, it will take at least 20 days to get there, so you have to set off as soon as possible.