Traveling through time and space to become a child, supporting the family by catching fish and shrim

Chen Lang took out a piece of wood with some white cotton thread wrapped on it. Then he took out a fire starter, blew it up and placed it under the wood board. After roasting for a while, the white thread turned dark red.

Xu Mengru was very surprised and said, "It really changed color, Master Chen, you are really amazing."

Chen Lang smiled and said, "It's just average. Dayan is third."

Xu Mengru curled her lips and said, "Mr. Chen, humility is a virtue."

Chen Lang laughed heartily and said, "Don't worry about these details."

"I'll have Xiao Qi bring you the color-changing liquid material later. You can soak the thin thread in it and it will be ready to use in about one night."

Then he lowered his voice and said, "The formula of the material must be kept secret. This is the real killer of our Qiu Yinong brand and must not be leaked."

Xu Mengru nodded: "I understand."

Chen Lang added, "Xiao Hu and his wife, as well as Doctor Sun and his disciples, are here. Come to my house for dinner tonight."

"During this period of lockdown, you and Hong'er should come to my house for dinner."

Xu Mengru smiled slightly and said, "Sorry to bother you then."

"You're still being polite to me." Chen Lang said, "I'm leaving now."

Xu Mengru said, "Mr. Chen, wait a moment."

Chen Lang asked, "What else?"

Xu Mengru picked up a freshly embroidered anti-counterfeiting mark and pointed at the pattern on it. "Can you change this emblem? I don't think it looks good."

Chen Lang said, "Sure. Anyway, you don't have to be busy with the Royal Merchants' affairs for the next period of time. Just focus on designing this emblem."

Xu Mengru said, "I will definitely design it to look great! Just wait and see."

Chen Lang said: "I'll wait and see."

……

There are more people in the Chen Mansion, but fewer people go out, and the atmosphere at home becomes more and more lively.

Three girls were running around the yard with little Li Yuanba. Li Xiuzhi and Xu Mengru were discussing the badge together. Li Xiaohu and his wife were discussing the winery with Sun Yuwei and Chen Tao. Xiaoqi was flirting with Honger, and Chen Lang was sleeping on the recliner.

Xu Fei also wanted to give up, but Doctor Sun was too eager to save the world, so he took Xu Fei out at dawn to treat the refugees who entered Linshui before the city gates were closed.

As time went on, people gradually adapted to the fact that the city gates were closed. Other industries were more or less affected by the closure, but the business of brothels was the only one that became several times better than before.

After the city was closed, the business of second-rate brothels like Yanfeilou became as booming as Tingxuelou and Hongxiuzhao.

On the other hand, the price of grain in the county was also soaring. Although Chang Anmin had successively sanctioned several grain merchants who had maliciously raised prices, the price of grain still reached an outrageous level.

Although there was grain stored in the government granary, it was impossible to supply it freely because no one knew how long this refugee crisis would last.

Fortunately, Linshui is a trading place with many wealthy businessmen, and businessmen are much more sensitive to "disasters" than ordinary people.

As early as a month ago, many wealthy businessmen in Linshui County began to stockpile grain. Now that the refugee wave has arrived, these wealthy businessmen are selling the grain on the black market at prices several times higher than the market price, making a fortune.

Sanctioning a few people was already the limit of what Chang Anmin could do. If he continued to sanction them, it would only cause greater chaos. Once these wealthy businessmen joined forces to fight back, the people in the city might really not have a single grain of food to eat.

Therefore, what Chang Anmin can do is to use appropriate means to crack down on these businessmen and tell them not to be so unscrupulous. They have already made so much money, and if they cut off a piece of their meat appropriately, it will not only not cost them their lives, but also leave them with a good reputation among the people.

Speaking of food, whether it was the guys at Guhonglou or the craftsmen at the winery, they were all very grateful to Li Xiuzhi because it was Li Xiuzhi who reminded them to exchange money for food.

Some kind-hearted craftsmen even brought a few kilograms of grain to express their gratitude, saying that there were many people in the Chen Mansion and the grain consumption was high, and this grain could be enough for one meal.

Naturally, Chen Lang and his wife would not accept these grains. Not only that, they would also give the other party a red envelope. After all, not everyone has this kind of thought.

On July 14th, Xu Mengru found Chen Lang and said, "Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival. According to tradition, we have to worship our ancestors on this day."

"News came from the county government that Lord Chang is planning to organize a group of wealthy businessmen to go outside the city to distribute porridge to the refugees and also distribute some candles and paper money for ancestor worship."

"Mr. Chen, let's go too."

Chen Lang nodded: "This kind of opportunity to improve reputation must be seized."

"Let Xiao Qi take care of whatever you need to prepare."

Xu Mengru said: "No need, the government office has prepared everything, we just need to pay the membership fee."

Chen Lang sighed, "It's just Lord Chang. If it were any other county magistrate, I would just think he was taking advantage of the opportunity to make money."

Xu Mengru smiled and said, "Master Chang would definitely not do such a thing."

Chen Lang said, "Then let's give two shares, one for the cloth shop. This way we can avoid gossip."

Xu Mengru said, "Okay."

On the day of the Ghost Festival, the east gate of Linshui County was half open. More than fifty wooden barrels filled with porridge were piled at the gate. Outside the gate, there were many wooden fences serving as partitions. Nearly a hundred Dingbian soldiers in helmets and armor stood on both sides to prevent the victims from causing trouble.

Near noon, the wealthy businessmen in charge of distributing porridge, led by the yamen runners, came to their respective positions and stood there. Behind each of them was a porridge bucket. With the runners' shouts of "Porridge distribution", the victims and beggars outside the city gate rushed over.

Under the strong "suppression" of the Dingbian Army, the victims finally learned to line up and began to receive porridge and steamed buns in an orderly manner.

Chen Lang looked at the steamed bun in his hand and suddenly remembered the days when he first came here.

At that time, Li Xiuzhi and Guoguo could only eat this kind of steamed bun, which was even smaller than the steamed bun used for disaster relief.

"Hey, are you going to give it to me or not?" The victims in line saw Chen Lang in a daze and shouted unhappily.

Chen Lang reacted suddenly and hurriedly handed the steamed bun in his hand over. He felt a little sorry for the person in front of him and thought about giving him an extra steamed bun as compensation.

As soon as he took the second steamed bun, Xu Mengru reached out to stop him and whispered, "Mr. Chen, the problem is not the lack of food, but the inequality."

Chen Lang suddenly realized what was going on and immediately used his acting skills to pretend that he was going to pass the second steamed bun to the person behind the other person, and barely got away with it.

Next, Chen Lang turned into a ruthless porridge-dispensing machine. When there was less than one-fifth of the porridge left in the wooden barrel, Chen Lang felt that his arms were about to break.

"Can you give me two steamed buns? My brother is sick and can't come to get them." A timid voice sounded.

Chen Lang said woodenly, "Sorry, one per person, that's the rule."

However, when Chen Lang saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, he was stunned.

"You?" "Explain the details of the thermal reaction. I've already handed down all the chemistry I learned in middle and high school. I looked online and found that most of the materials couldn't be replicated in ancient times, so I ended up using the tattoo method from Grave Robbers' Chronicles. I haven't done any experiments, so I'm not sure if it will work.

If you readers find this unreasonable, please just laugh it off. Thank you very much."