Traveling through 1942 with space

We set out early today and it was still relatively cool along the way. It was not until we had walked for more than three hours and the sun rose that the temperature started to get hot.

However, by this time people had already reached the Fan Town area, and there were more villages.

After walking for more than three hours, everyone was tired and started looking for a shady place in a village to rest, but no one went into the village.

As for why they didn't want to go in, it was not because the victims didn't want to, but because the gate of the village was blocked from the inside. There were a dozen people with guns standing on the wall of the gate. Let's just call them militia!

In this era, most villages have village walls, which are usually built of adobe and are about three meters high.

Village walls may not play a big role in times of peace, but they are very important in times of war or famine, as they can prevent attacks from bandits, disaster victims or scattered defeated soldiers.

The place in front of Hou Xiaoge and his group is called Wangjiazhuang. Because it is close to Fan Town and the county seat, life there is relatively affluent.

Now that a famine has struck, they rely on Fan Town and the county seat and have not fled, but have stayed in the village to fight the disaster together.

Hou Xiaoge still admires this kind of village very much. They can build a village wall and stay united even in years of disaster. This kind of village generally has the same ancestors and is relatively united, so they can live better no matter what era they are in.

While everyone was leaning against the corner of the village wall to rest, Hou Xiaoge did not, but instead walked around the village wall.

"Little kid, why are you circling the village wall?" When Hou Xiaoge was walking around, a shout came over.

"Uncle, I just want to find something to eat."

At a gap of about ten centimeters wide in the village wall, Hou Xiaoge saw a man who looked to be about forty years old staring at him and hurriedly replied.

"There is nothing to eat around here. You have dug up all the grass roots. You'd better go find something somewhere else!" The man softened his tone when he saw Hou Xiaoge's skinny appearance.

"Uncle, your village is close to the county town, so you should have some food there! Don't worry, uncle, I have no other intentions. I just want to buy some food from you." Hou Xiaoge said in a low voice.

"Oh!"

"How can a little kid like you have money to sell grain? Forget it, the price of grain is sky-high now, you can't afford it even if you have money." The man was surprised for a moment, then shook his head and said to himself.

"Uncle, you decide! As long as the price is right, I'll buy some. Meat is best. My brother is dying, and the doctor said he can only be saved by eating meat." Hou Xiaoge said as he pretended to wipe his tearful eyes.

"Oh! How pitiful." Looking at Hou Xiaoge, the man sighed softly.

"Little kid, I have five pounds of flour here. Do you want it? But according to the current market price, one pound of flour costs fifty French francs. I guess you can't afford it." The man sighed and said.

"Uncle, what is the current exchange rate of dollars for legal tender?" Hou Xiaoge asked carefully.

"Oh! You little kid still have dollars in your hand, which is hard currency and much more valuable than the French franc whose price changes every day.

According to the exchange rate sent back from the town yesterday, one Longyang can be exchanged for 250 French francs, 230 Yuan Datou and 200 Sun Xiaotou. "The man said with a smile.

After hearing what the man said, Hou Xiaoge breathed a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that the middle-aged man would cheat him. If he got only a dozen or twenty francs for a large dollar, then he would be screwed. So he would rather not buy it and look for another opportunity in Fan Town.

But the price has indeed skyrocketed. Hou Xiaoge doesn't know the current price of legal currency, but he knows that in Heping area, a cow costs only about 40 yuan.

Now one fortieth of a cow can only be exchanged for five kilograms of flour, which means that one cow can only be exchanged for two hundred kilograms of flour. You can imagine how high the price is.

"Okay, I'll buy five kilograms of flour." Hou Xiaoge gritted his teeth and pretended to feel pain.

"Okay, kid, you're quite straightforward. But I have to see your money first. I don't want to make a wasted trip." The man said to Hou Xiaoge with a smile.

"How can I possibly appease you, uncle? I'll take it out and show it to you right away."

Hou Xiaoge pretended to take out a silver dollar carefully from the backpack, then held it in his hand and gestured to the man.

"Okay, wait, I'll go get the thing." The man said and was about to leave.

"Uncle, do you have any old hens, grain or vegetable seeds at home? I'll buy them at a high price." Hou Xiaoge said hurriedly.

"Oh! I didn't realize you are such a rich guy?" The man stopped and looked at Hou Xiaoge with a smile.

"Uncle, this is the family fortune left by my father after he sold my two sisters. If my brother wasn't sick, I wouldn't be willing to spend it." Hou Xiaoge said in a loud and powerful voice.

"I have an old hen, weighing two kilograms, and the minimum price is two dollars. Do you want it?" The man looked up and said after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, yes, yes. Thank you uncle. I'll kowtow to you." Hou Xiaoge looked excited and was about to kneel down and kowtow.

"Oh! Kid, I just feel sorry for you. Besides, this is a fair trade and there's no need to do this." The man said and left without waiting for Xiaoge to kneel down.

Hou Xiaoge used his mental power to check and confirmed that the middle-aged man had indeed left. His waist, which had just been bent, immediately straightened up.

"Hou Xiaoge, it's not shameful to be a grandson first and then a grandfather." Hou Xiaoge murmured to himself.

After the middle-aged man left, Hou Xiaoge did not wait near the crack in the wall, but wandered around, and occasionally probed his mental power into the wall.

After about seven or eight minutes, Hou Xiaoge heard footsteps coming. He quickly used his mental power to take a look and saw a middle-aged man and a teenager walking hurriedly towards the crack in the wall.

One of them was carrying a high stool, and the other was carrying a yellow sack. Hou Xiaoge used his mental power to probe and could see the contents of the sack clearly.

The sack contained a skinny old hen with its beak tied up, a small burlap bag filled with flour, and seven or eight straw paper packages that should be seeds.

"Where is the little kid!" the middle-aged man came to the crack in the wall and shouted softly.

"Uncle, I'm here!" Hou Xiaoge squatted on the ground pretending to rest, and suddenly stood up, scaring the man.

"You bastard, you scared your uncle to death." The man scolded Hou Xiaoge in a bad mood.

Hou Xiaoge pretended not to hear and just smiled foolishly.

"Here, let's trade flour first." The man took the high stool from his son's hand, then took out a sack of flour and said.

"Okay, I'll give the money to this big brother, and you can just throw the flour bag into my backpack." Hou Xiaoge said as he handed the big dollars in his hand to the young man through the crack in the wall.

"You silly boy, you gave me money without even checking whether there was flour in my bag." Although the man cursed Hou Xiaoge, he was still very happy to be trusted.

Hou Xiaoge has already checked with his mental power and knows that the father and son are sincere in the deal, but they still have to say some polite words.

"Hehe! I'm just a little kid. If your uncle wants my money, he wouldn't have to go through so much effort. He can just jump over and catch me." Hou Xiaoge scratched his head pretending to be silly.

"Look at the flour. It's the flour ground by our village. It's much better than the white stone flour sold at home in the city." The middle-aged man motioned for Hou Xiaoge to look at the flour that had been thrown into the backpack.

Since that was what he said, Hou Xiaoge didn't hesitate to open the bag of noodles. The flour was indeed good, yellowish-white in color, and it was authentic farmer's noodles.

"Flour is so good. I haven't eaten it for several months." Hou Xiaoge said to himself.

"That's right. I, Wang Laoshi, do business just like my name, and never fool anyone.

By the way, this is an old hen. Your brother should be saved now, right? "Wang Laoshi was halfway through his speech when his son reminded him. He quickly got down to business.

Seeing that the hen was still alive, but perhaps too thin, Hou Xiaoge nodded, took two dollars from the basket and handed it over.

"These are the seeds that I collected at home. There are seven or eight kinds. The fields were too dry this year so we didn't plant them. I'm going to give them to you today. There are a little over two kilograms in total.

I'll charge you one dollar! Don't think it's too expensive, these are all good seeds carefully selected by my wife. "Wang Laoshi didn't even wait for Hou Xiaoge to pay, he threw the bag directly in front of Hou Xiaoge and said.

"I know. The seeds themselves are expensive. More than two kilograms, they are worth the price." Hou Xiaoge opened a package and took a look. It should be mung beans, and then he handed in a dollar.