Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

Shopkeeper Fu enthusiastically escorted Chen Changfan out of Shiweizhai with a smile on his face.

He generously gave Chen Changfan two pots of good wine, and his words were as cordial as if they were old friends who had not seen each other for many years.

Chen Changfan took a glance and couldn't help but sigh that Shiweizhai was really a wealthy and powerful company.

A pot of red sleeve wine costs 100 wen, and it’s given away as a gift.

He knew that this was the other party's proactive attempt to show goodwill. After all, he casually brought out three new dishes. Who knows if there would be more?

What if Chen Changfan turned around to support Zuixianju, wouldn't he be pressed to the ground?

However, what Shopkeeper Fu didn't know was that Chen Changfan did know some dishes, but not many.

Fortunately, he has established a fixed bond with Shiweizhai through the recipe, and those big fish, shrimps and crabs that are not easy to sell in fish stalls now have a stable sales channel.

This is the biggest gain this time.

In this way, they only need to sell fish for half a day, because small fish are not difficult to sell, and big fish and shrimps and crabs are directly packaged and sold to Shiweizhai.

It only takes half a day to earn no less than 600 coins. This speed of making money is terrifying.

"Looks like it's time to go check out Old Man Ding's sampan. I hope it's still usable."

Now that we have money, we can put the purchase of a sampan on the agenda.

Once he had a sampan, no one would be suspicious no matter how many fish he caught in a day.

Chen Changfan couldn't help but went to the rice shop again, thinking that it would be crowded.

After all, refined rice is becoming increasingly scarce and its price is rising, so people are likely to engage in panic buying.

But what surprised him was that there was no customer in the rice shop except for a few bewildered clerks. He took a closer look and saw that the rice jars were empty.

"Am I late? All the rice is gone?"

Chen Changfan thought it unlikely.

"No rice today, come back tomorrow." The waiter said dejectedly.

"What's going on?" Chen Changfan felt that something was wrong here, and after asking for a while, he finally got to know something from the waiter.

It turned out that the caravan transporting rice was attacked by horse bandits this morning. More than a dozen people in the caravan were brutally killed, and all the goods they were transporting were also robbed.

According to the shop assistant, the price of rice has now risen to 20 wen per liter, and dozens of hu of fine rice have been stolen, causing heavy losses to the rice shop.

Robbers?

Chen Changfan's eyes flashed slightly.

Although he had always heard rumors about bandits before, he still had a bit of a sense of luck in his heart.

Could it be that Mi Hang deliberately released false news to exaggerate pessimism?

Could it be a rumor spread by villagers?

Although he did not see the horse bandits with his own eyes today, he was already certain of it in his heart.

Now that rice prices are rising, it is impossible for rice shops to sit back and make money while playing the hunger marketing trick on the people.

And those guys didn't seem to be acting, they were obviously so heartbroken that they couldn't breathe.

If hundreds of taels of fine rice were lost, the rice shop owner would also suffer a heavy loss.

Chen Changfan's heart trembled.

Yesterday he encountered refugees, today he was robbed by horse bandits, who knows what will happen tomorrow?

Logically speaking, the county government could not have been unaware of the rebellion by horse bandits and the robbery of the merchant caravan.

But up to now, there has been no news of any police being dispatched, and people are in a panic for a while.

He left the rice shop, secretly feeling relieved.

Fortunately, I acted quickly yesterday, otherwise if I came today, I wouldn’t be able to buy a single grain of rice.

Looking at the crowds of people who rushed to the rice shop to buy rice and then returned disappointed, he seemed much calmer.

I wonder what the price will be next time I release rice?

Twenty wen? Or thirty wen?

In short, it must be an extremely terrifying number.

Fortunately, I have rice at home, so I don’t have to buy it for a long time.

In fact, even if there was still rice in the rice shop at this time, he would not dare to take a few buckets of rice back as he did before, as that would be like inviting thieves to his home.

To be on the safe side, he bought some lotus roots, mixed them with the Lingyu lotus roots he had caught today, and put them in his bag to hide them from others.

I walked to a restaurant unknowingly, and when I looked up, I saw the big words "Zuixianju".

This is Zuixianju...

This Zuixianju has carved beams and painted buildings, flying eaves and brackets, and even has private rooms on the second floor.

It looks more impressive than Shiweizhai.

It's just that it's a mixed crowd, with people from all walks of life flocking here, making it seem a bit too vulgar.

He couldn't afford to eat at such a restaurant and didn't want to go there, so he just took a look from a distance and planned to leave.

But in this casual glance, he saw a familiar face.

The man was dressed in casual clothes, had a big belly, and kept squinting his eyes. He was the head of the market, Qian.

And he actually knew a few of the people sitting next to Master Qian.

Bald Wu Ergou, clumsy-handed Wu Laoliu, and the fishmonger where he first sold fish must also be members of the Wu family.

The three men followed Master Qian and kept smiling apologetically, as if they wanted something from him.

At this moment, Wu Laoliu seemed to notice the gazes over here and turned around to look.

When he saw clearly that the other person was Chen Changfan, his eyes were immediately bloodshot, his eyes were full of hatred, and he whispered something with an extremely sinister expression.

Chen Changfan didn't know how to speak, and he was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot. He didn't even realize what the other person was saying.

Immediately leaving this unlucky place, he turned into a large clothing store.

The autumn is getting colder day by day. Buy your winter clothes early to avoid being caught off guard when the temperature suddenly drops.

The ancient times were different from the modern times. People had light and warm down jackets to keep out the cold.

He looked down upon the winter clothes in this clothing store.

This so-called winter coat is nothing more than a thicker fabric with some cotton inside. When you reach out and touch it, you can only feel a thin layer of cotton wool. You can imagine how well it keeps warm.

Even so, such a winter coat costs 100 coins, which is unaffordable for ordinary people.

After all, cotton was an important commodity in ancient times. It was considered good if one could stuff one or two kilograms of cotton into a winter coat.

What do poor people stuff into their winter coats?

straw.

This thing has no effect in keeping out the cold, but it is the best material that poor people can get.

This is why people could freeze to death in winter in ancient times.

On the one hand, there was no greenhouse effect in ancient times, so temperatures were generally low. On the other hand, people lived in poverty and had no winter clothes to keep warm.

Chen Changfan now has the ability to walk on the waves, which has greatly improved his ability to resist the cold, but his wife and daughter at home are not cold-resistant, so he still bought a few of the thickest and heaviest cotton-padded clothes and asked his men to pack them up.

"Do you have any quilts here?" Chen Changfan suddenly remembered that when he was talking with Cuiyun last night, the earthen kang hurt his knees, so he planned to buy a thick quilt.

"Yes, sir."

The waiter brought two quilts for Chen Changfan to choose from.

One is a pattern of auspicious dragons and phoenixes, and the other is a pattern of colorful flowers.

I have to say, the embroidery is pretty good.

"I want them all. Wrap them up."

Sometimes when you are in the heat of sex, the bed sheet will get wet, so buy two sheets for easy replacement.

Chen Changfan spent a total of six strings of cash.

These quilts and winter clothes are made of the thickest cotton, so the price is naturally not cheap.

There were too many things for him to carry by himself, so the waiter enthusiastically took them all the way to the city gate.

When I arrived at the South Gate to meet Lao Wei, Lao Wei was no longer surprised to see Chen Changfan carrying so many bags.

After carefully covering the felt cloth, he found that Lao Wei had a serious expression on his face, and it was obvious that he had also heard the news about the horse bandits.

"Business will be difficult in the future." Old Wei said in a muffled voice.

"Yeah, then why are you still out here?"

"Work! You won't necessarily die if you work out, but if you don't, you'll starve to death."

I always thought that Lao Wei was calm and steady, but I didn't expect that he was actually quite ruthless.

Come to think of it, this world is so chaotic that one cannot stand firm unless he is ruthless.

With this regular driver, Chen Changfan really felt a lot less worried. He would still feel a little uneasy if he changed to another driver.

"I'm afraid the road will be uneasy today. If there's nothing else, let's go back first."

Chen Changfan felt a little uneasy when he saw many passers-by walking in a hurry.

"Let's go! Have you brought your stuff?"

Old Wei whipped the bull and asked in a low voice.

Chen Changfan touched the sharp knife at his waist and glanced at the iron fork and fishing net on the car.

A hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"Bring it."