Traveling through 1942 with space

But as the fleeing team got closer to Fan Town, the military police who were patrolling with rifles on their backs gave Hou Xiaoge the answer.

Every few hundred meters there were checkpoints made of sandbags with machine guns mounted on them, and the soldiers standing next to the machine guns seemed to be saying, "Come over here! We need some fun."

This also made Hou Xiaoge realize that the Republic of China was no longer the ancient times. Firearms with incredible lethality had replaced cold weapons, and it was difficult for ordinary people to win by numbers.

Try to grab it, you might die if you try!

When the fleeing teams passed through military and police checkpoints, they all walked quickly with their heads down, fearing that they would bump into and anger these living devils.

However, there were too many refugees fleeing famine to Fan Town, and the open space outside Fan Town was already filled with people. The Hou family's refugee team had to continue to camp farther away.

After the team was stationed, the uncle took his brother-in-law to find out the news, while Erda stayed to protect the family.

Hou Xiaoge is quite courageous and curious, so he told his uncle that he wanted to go to Fan Town for a stroll.

The uncle was determined not to allow it at first, but Hou Xiaoge kept assuring him, so the uncle had no choice but to agree.

But when Hou Xiaoge goes out, she must go with at least three or five people and cannot go out alone. Hou Xiaoge readily agreed to this request.

After his uncle left, Hou Xiaoge began to call his friends. After a while, Hou Xiaoge set out with his two cousins and five or six good friends.

The wasteland on both sides of the road was full of disaster victims lying down to cool off. Hou Xiaoge and his group walked for nearly a mile. Standing on the high ground and looking around, the scene was really spectacular.

After walking for about a mile, Hou Xiaoge and a group of friends finally arrived at the foot of Fan Town.

Although Fan Town is just a town, it is very spectacular at first glance. The city wall stretches for hundreds of meters and is more than six meters high, which is very spectacular.

Of course, the city wall is made of rammed earth, and only the gates and towers are covered with blue bricks. But don't underestimate the rammed earth wall, the quality of this rammed earth wall is no worse than that of bricks and stones.

In his previous life, Hou Xiaoge had seen many buildings that were thousands of years old. The bricks had decayed, but the earthen walls were still standing.

After lamenting the defense of every village and town in that era, Hou Xiaoge turned his gaze to the market not far away.

More than 100 meters below Fan Town is a market outside the city specially built by the government. Disaster victims are not allowed to camp here, only trading is allowed.

You said you wanted to go into the city. Of course you can. Except for the residents of Fan Town, everyone who wants to go in has to pay 1 cent per person, and they have to get out before dark.

As for not wanting to go out? That's fine. There is a curfew in the city at night. The black dogs will be cleared on the streets and killed if caught.

This dime may not seem like much, but it is a working-class family's one-day food allowance, three-day wages for an ordinary laborer, and can also buy a large meat bun at the market outside Fan Town.

Hou Xiaoge could afford this dime, but he was with a bunch of little kids, so it would be risky to pay this money.

Originally, Hou Xiaoge wanted to go into the town and take a look at the towns of that era, but when he heard that it cost a dime to enter, his curiosity was immediately extinguished.

"Brother, let's go to the market." Hou Xiaoge waved his hand and led everyone to rush to the market.

There were soldiers stationed outside the market, and everyone walked in cautiously.

As he walked into the market, he could hear all kinds of hawking sounds, and a lot of aromas kept entering Hou Xiaoge's nose, making him swallow instinctively.

“This is fucking fantasy. People outside are almost starving to death, but this market is bustling.” Hou Xiaoge complained in his heart while looking at the busy food stalls not far away.

"Boss, how much is the Hu La Tang?" Hou Xiaoge walked to a stall selling Hu La Tang and asked, smelling the aroma.

"Get lost, get lost. How can a stinky beggar like you afford a bowl of spicy soup that costs only 10 cents?"

In front of the stall, a young man looked at Hou Xiaoge's clothes with contempt, waved the rag in his hand to drive people away, and almost hit Hou Xiaoge.

"Fuck you!"

"Damn it, in my previous life, I even despised your meatless spicy soup." Hou Xiaoge cursed in his heart and quickly retreated to the middle of the road.

"Heiwa, don't go near the food stalls. We have no money, so just smell the food. Be careful not to get beaten." The eldest cousin at the side said in a low voice to Hou Xiaoge who had a black face.

"Heiwa, eldest brother is right, we just need to smell it. A bowl of spicy soup costs ten cents, I can't even afford it even if I sell myself." Cousin Erhuan said with emotion as he smelled the aroma with an intoxicated look on his face.

"That's right, this spicy soup is too expensive, we can't afford it. My father took me to the town to eat it two years ago, and a bowl was only one cent.

This dime can buy 10 bowls in the past, this is as thin as water, not worth it." Hou Xiaoge's original good friend Yang Wa swallowed his saliva and did not forget to comfort Hou Xiaoge.

When the other friends saw Hou Xiaoge was almost beaten, they also spoke out to comfort him.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. This stall owner looks down on people. How did he know that I have no money?

Humph! I don't even want to eat your rubbish spicy soup.

Let's go to the front. I seem to smell the fragrance of steamed bread. I will treat everyone to some steamed bread." Hou Xiaoge spit on the ground and left with a group of children.

"Heiwa, do you really have money to buy steamed buns?" Everyone came to the steamed bun stall that was emitting steam, stood in a row, and asked while swallowing their saliva.

“There aren’t so many real and fake ones in one day. Just wait and eat them.” Hou Xiaoge said mysteriously.

"Okay, I won't ask any more questions. Just buy four steamed buns. There are eight of us and each of us can get half a bun." The sheep boy said with shining eyes and a look of anticipation.

"Haha! Wait, one for each of you."

Hou Xiaoge didn't say much. He took out the French currency he had dug from the landlord's house and held it in his hand.

"Boss, how much are the steamed buns?" Hou Xiaoge asked as he brought his elder brother to the stall.

"The best cornmeal steamed buns, two for one cent." The boss was a middle-aged man. He looked up at the two of them but did not chase them away. He lowered his head and continued to work.

"How much is the legal currency?" Hou Xiaoge asked.

"The French currency is cheap, a steamed bun costs thirteen yuan." The boss looked up and said when he saw that the two of them really wanted to buy it.

"Your dumplings contain bran, not pure cornmeal. I want one that costs two hundred yuan. Can you give me a discount, twenty pieces?" Hou Xiaoge lowered the price.

"No, I'll count you as sixteen!"

"You have almost taken half of the bran. This is a disaster year. Normally, no one would want your two cents. Now, you have to earn less with twenty."

After bargaining for four or five minutes, the boss finally gave Hou Xiaoge only eighteen steamed buns for two hundred yuan on the grounds that the French currency was too cheap.

Hou Xiaoge put ten steamed buns into the backpack, took the remaining eight and asked everyone to eat quickly.

"Quick, one for each of you."

When everyone saw that Hou Xiaoge really bought the steamed corn bread, they were so excited that they grabbed it and started to gobble it up.

"Oh my god! This steamed corn bread is so delicious." The sheep boy chewed the steamed corn bread in big mouthfuls, mumbling something.