Crossing the book to escape famine, poor little guy does not become cannon fodder reference group

When they arrived in Liao County, Song Pan'er waved her hand and decided to let her parents take everyone to the inn to rest.

Now they have passes, so they can naturally enter the city.

After paying the entrance fee of no silver, the group entered the county town.

The streets were deserted and many shops were closed.

It took a long time to find an open inn.

There was only a shopkeeper and a waiter in the inn. They were stunned when they saw them come in.

"Boss, we're staying in the hotel." Song Dahe walked forward carelessly.

The shopkeeper nodded hurriedly. Although they would leave with their master in two days, there was no reason not to do business when it came to them.

"How many rooms do you need?"

Song Dahe knew quite a few words now. He looked at the small wooden sign hanging on the counter, "Three ground floor rooms."

He took out a tael of silver and placed it on the counter. "Two days."

The shopkeeper nodded repeatedly, made a record in the account book, and then took out the copper coins for Song Dahe.

Song Dahe pushed the copper coin back and said, "We also have a donkey. Please prepare some fodder for it."

The fodder is not worth much money, but these copper coins should be enough.

The shopkeeper agreed immediately and called the waiter to take them upstairs.

It’s just that there is a water shortage in the county now, and there is no way to provide them with hot water.

No one cares. They don’t need water to take a bath. It’s good enough to have drinking water.

When she arrived at the room and saw the bed, it was like seeing her own mother.

How she missed this thing!

If the bed didn't take up so much space and it wasn't hard to explain, she would have wanted to get a bed and put it in the supermarket so she could sleep on it on the way.

She entered the pharmacy and came out with two buckets of water. "Dad and Mom, wipe off your sweat first. I'll go take a bath with Master too."

Qian Jinfeng nodded and took out clean clothes from the bag she was carrying.

Song Dahe's eyes were full of envy. He also wanted to have a Bodhisattva as his master.

Watching their daughter disappear in a flash, the couple looked at each other and each took a piece of water to wipe the sweat off their face.

Song Paner entered the pharmacy, filled the big bucket she had exchanged from Fan Jingjing with water, and took a shower in the bathroom of the pharmacy.

After taking a shower and wrapping her hair with a dry cap, she came out and accidentally glanced at the unopened express packages.

She had forgotten about this thing.

I unpacked all the express packages one by one, and found seven or eight wooden hairpins and some skin care products.

The new Chinese style has become popular in recent years, and everyone likes to use hairpins.

Now she can finally replace the disposable chopsticks on Qian Jinfeng's head.

The couple came out with wooden hairpins and skin care products. They had already packed everything. Song Pan'er held up a bunch of wooden hairpins for Ms. Qian to choose from, as if she was presenting a treasure.

Qian Jinfeng picked one and tied her hair in front of the mirror Song Pan'er brought out. She then took out three more strands and prepared to give them to Zhang Honghua and the others later.

Seeing this, Song Dahe also picked up a hair bun.

Seeing how conceited Old Song was, Song Paner offered him some skin care products.

"Old Song, would you like some?"

Song Dahe's temples throbbed. He didn't know where this little girl learned these strange words. She always called him "Old Song" and Jinfeng "Ms. Qian".

He gritted his teeth and scooped out a lump from the glass jar, smeared it on his fair face in front of the mirror, and thought happily that ever since his daughter became a disciple of Guanyin Bodhisattva, he and his wife have benefited a lot. Not only have their health improved, but they have also become younger. Look at this skin, oh, it's so tender that you can squeeze water out of it!

The family of three packed up and went out.

Hearing the sound of them opening the door, the door next door also opened.

Zhang Honghua and the others also changed their clothes and tidied themselves up.

Qian Jinfeng distributed the wooden hairpins to them, and they all went downstairs together.

The inn was closed, so everyone had to go outside to find food.

After leaving the inn, Song Paner's family separated from the four people. They were going to buy some things to put in the supermarket.

Not long after leaving the inn, Song Pan'er saw a clinic that was still open, so she took her parents in and bought some medicine to treat common diseases.

Further ahead is a clothing store.

Song Pan'er persuaded his parents to buy a few cotton-padded clothes.

She remembered that the book wrote that after the severe drought, there was extremely cold weather that only happened once in a century, and many people in Qingshan Village froze to death on the road.

So, it's time to prepare thick clothes.

She has been consciously stockpiling firewood these days, and a layer of firewood has been piled up in the middle of the road.

After buying winter clothes and thick quilts, Song Paner spotted a blacksmith shop that was packing up and closing.

She didn't even bother to greet her parents and ran over quickly.

"Excuse me, do you have any swords for sale?"

The old blacksmith was moving something. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and saw the boy with red lips and white teeth peeking at the door.

He waved his hands impatiently, "Go away! Go find your master! I'm closing the shop."

I don’t know whose pretty boy this is, but he just ran away like this, not afraid of being kidnapped and eaten.

Song Dahe came over a step behind, and then poked his head in. "Hey, old man, do you have anything ready-made for sale? Swords or anything like that will do."

He saw the big hammer on the old blacksmith's waist and said, "That hammer will do."

The old blacksmith glared at him angrily. This man looked like a decent person, but he really couldn't speak! He was only 39, who was he calling old man?

Besides, this sledgehammer is the one who makes a living, why should he sell it?

"Do not sell!"

Although his tone was bad, Song Dahe did not get angry and was very patient.

"Old man, please be kind. My son is so young. We are taking him to Jiangnan to seek refuge with relatives. The world is so chaotic. If we don't have a weapon..."

The old blacksmith observed them carefully for a while, and finally took out a cloth bag from the side and threw it on the ground.

"Twenty taels, no bargaining, take it if you want it."

The father and daughter did not think that the old blacksmith was insulting them at all. They happily opened the cloth bag and found that it contained two daggers as long as an adult's arm. They were obviously good stuff.

Song Pan'er quickly signaled her father to take out the silver.

Song Dahe endured the pain and paid the silver. The old blacksmith's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he lowered his voice and said, "I have another knife here. Although it can't be said to be a magical weapon, it is definitely unique. Do you want to see it?"

The father and daughter looked at each other and nodded in unison, "Yes!"

The old blacksmith turned and went into the house, holding out a big knife wrapped in coarse cloth.

The big knife was shining with a cold light and could cut hair with a single blow. Song Dahe fell in love with it at first sight.

He looked at the old blacksmith excitedly, "How much silver?"

The old blacksmith held up a finger and said, "100 taels, and I'll give you a scabbard."

Song Dahe hesitated. This was too expensive. He thought 20 taels was the maximum. If he had to spend 100 taels to buy this knife, wouldn't his Jinfeng be embarrassed?

But he really likes this big knife.

Song Pan'er noticed his dilemma and tugged at his sleeve. After he bent down, she whispered in his ear, "Old Song, I'll buy it for you."

Song Dahe shook his head, "Forget it. If I spend your money, your mother will beat me to death."

He really doesn't have the guts to do that.

Song Pan'er patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Old Song, this is a gift from me as your daughter to you. It doesn't cost our family any money. Besides, this big knife is a necessity. Ms. Qian shouldn't beat anyone."