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

There were two tables on the open space. Song Pan'er sat at the table and let Zhenzhu add more food to her.

In fact, she could do all these by herself, but if she didn't let the two maids do it, they would always look uneasy. Song Pan'er couldn't bear to see that, so she let them do it for her.

After dinner, we put two tables together and sat around them to learn four characters and practice writing them on paper.

Song Pan'er was exhausted looking at her father's poor handwriting, but there was no copybook in the supermarket. She could only wait until she got to the next county to buy some. Then she would force Old Song to practice calligraphy well.

Her handwriting also needs practice. It can only be said to be handwriting, not calligraphy at all.

After practicing calligraphy hard for a few days, Song Paner discovered that she seemed to have no talent for calligraphy.

Her mother, on the other hand, wrote in a very neat and orderly manner, and was the one who wrote the best among all of them.

Qian Jinfeng was really proud for a while.

At night, Song Pan'er was lying on the floor, and her consciousness entered the supermarket.

She had a sudden idea and found a map of the town at the cash register.

This map was printed out by her from the map on her mobile phone. At that time, it seemed that people often came to ask for directions. She was too lazy to give directions to them one by one, so she just printed it out and let them read it themselves.

The town is a "Y"-shaped block, and her supermarket is in the middle of the right side near the end of the street.

Song Pan'er rummaged through the map, trying to see if there were any other options besides the express delivery station.

At the end of the street on the left are the town's primary and junior high schools. There is a large stationery supermarket and a relatively large second-hand bookstore. There are also many snack stalls and milk tea shops at the school gate. Below is the town hospital. There is a local restaurant near the hospital. People in the town like to get married there.

The shop in the middle is a beauty and skin care supermarket, which is also very large.

Song Pan'er was a little confused.

Or, unlock the middle school first?

With such a big playground and so many classrooms, how much space can be put in it?

But it’s not cost-effective to use it just to store things. Forget it, I’d better unlock the express station first, so that I can open the blind box later.

She would always be able to unlock all the shops later.

……

……

The day has come when the new dimension opens.

Song Pan'er washed her hands carefully twice in the pharmacy.

We are having fried meatballs tonight, and Zhang Honghua and the others have already started preparing.

Song Dahe and Qian Jinfeng practiced sparring near her to protect her.

Song Pan'er opened the transaction channel and saw a slightly weathered face.

Judging from the style of the clothes, it was probably from the Republic of China period.

Song Pan'er closed her eyes and forced a smile, "Hello, I am Song Pan'er from the ancient famine-escaping plane."

The middle-aged man in a half-worn gown opposite nodded at her and said, "Hello, I am a time traveler from the Republic of China dimension. My name is Chen Anguo."

After the two introduced themselves, they fell silent.

Chen Anguo didn't know what to say. Such a young child, still on the road fleeing famine, what could he offer in exchange?

"Um...young comrade..." He opened his mouth, trying to find a topic to talk about, and Song Pan'er's eyes lit up.

"Uncle Chen, are you from an underground organization?"

Chen Anguo hummed, "My current identity is the owner of a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, and I am the liaison of the Yangcheng underground organization."

Song Pan'er looked at his long gown with frayed edges at the collar. Although it was not the same dimension as before she traveled through time, she also hoped to do her part to drive away the invaders.

"Uncle Chen, I have medicine and plenty of food."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Anguo's face suddenly showed excitement.

Medicine and food are what they lack most now!

"Little comrade, I only have some small yellow croakers and silver dollars..." It may not be worth much.

Chen Anguo sighed as he spoke.

"It's okay, Uncle Chen, just exchange those things. But what is your golden finger? Are the things easy to store?" Song Pan'er was ready to give more food, worried that Chen Anguo would not be able to fit it all.

Chen Anguo looked embarrassed and his voice weakened. "My golden finger is my rental house."

“Actually, I’m an online writer.”

"My rental house is only 60 square meters, and I have already cleared it out."

Song Pan'er made the final decision, "Alright, I'll send it to you right away!"

She took 50 bags of 50 kg rice and 20 bags of 20 kg flour from the supermarket and gave them to Chen Anguo, which really shocked him. Then she went to the pharmacy and moved five boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs.

Most of the medicines that the wealthy woman Fan Jingjing gave her were of this type, and she still has a lot of them.

Then a box of sugar and a box of salt were brought over.

After receiving the things, Chen Anguo handed over a small wooden box the size of a palm, his old face red as if blood was about to drip out.

"After this transaction is completed, I will find a way to apply for another batch of funds."

Song Pan'er opened the small wooden box. In addition to five small yellow croakers and ten silver dollars, there were two pieces of paper at the bottom.

"That's the gunpowder formula and the manufacturing drawings of the musket." Chen Anguo whispered.

They lacked everything, but as an online writer, he knew a lot of recipes.

Song Pan'er smiled with her eyes curved. It seemed that the system allowed the trading of thermal weapon blueprints.

"Thank you, Uncle Chen. I like it very much."

Chen Anguo nodded, "Then I'll give you some more recipes next time."

It’s too late to write now, so I might as well organize it and upload it next time.

After the transaction was completed, Song Pan'er couldn't stop smiling while holding the small wooden box.

With these two drawings, she has another trump card in her hand.

Qian Jinfeng and Song Dahe were sitting not far away. Seeing her like this, they knew that the immortal must have given her something good again this time, and their daughter was so happy that she went crazy!

After two days, the small trail was finished and the group got on the official road.

There are more and more people on the official road.

Song Pan'er's family didn't dare to attract too much attention. They all changed into tattered clothes and smeared their faces with mud. Song Pan'er took all the food on the cart to the supermarket, leaving only some pots, pans, and utensils.

The first time they saw her use the "Universe in the Sleeve", Zhang Honghua and the other three were shocked. They bowed down to her and insisted that she was an immortal.

It was Qian Jinfeng who spoke up to explain that she was not yet an immortal, but was just listening to the sutras under the Bodhisattva.

But when they looked at Song Pan'er again, there was obviously more awe and fanaticism in their eyes.

Everyone was packing up like ordinary refugees, but the old donkey was still a little eye-catching. Song Paner tried to take it into the supermarket, but found that after taking it in, it went into a dormant state, lying motionless in the open space of the supermarket.

When Song Pan'er let it out, it became lively again.

Song Pan'er put it in the supermarket without saying a word.

Just hibernate, it saves on fodder and water.

But... Lao Lu was in this state when he went in, so... where are the people?

She looked at her husband, Old Song, who shuddered and quickly took two steps away from her.

Well, it seems that Lao Song no longer wants to try to experience the "world in his sleeves".

After walking arduously on the official road for a whole morning, Song Pan'er's feet were covered with blisters.

After riding in a donkey cart for so long, walking again would really be considered torture.