The end of natural disasters: the daily life of child brides in ancient times

“Qingqing girl, you are the one who is considerate.

This thing is almost like a hot water bottle.

If you put it in your quilt at night, it will keep you warm for a while."

When Old Man Zhuang mentioned the hot water bottle, Lu Qingqing suddenly remembered it.

There is even a hot water bottle in her space!

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. I even bought a few hot water bottles today.

I'll get it from the carriage later, fill it with hot water, and bring it to you."

Old man Zhuang agreed with a smile and returned to his room carrying the hot water bag.

As soon as I got back to the house, I stuffed the water bag into the quilt.

Soon, Lu Qingqing filled the hot water bottle and brought it to him.

That night, after drinking hot water, the old man snuggled in a thick quilt, hugged the hot water bottle, and slept well.

The next day, when Lu Qingqing got up to have breakfast, she saw the waiter hurriedly coming back with the carriage door.

Behind him followed a man with a weather-beaten face.

The waiter went up and talked to Lu Qingqing, and then the two of them went to the backyard and started installing the carriage door.

By the time Lu Qingqing and Old Man Zhuang had packed up and were ready to leave, the carriage door had already been installed.

Old Man Zhuang looked around and exclaimed that this thing was well made.

It will definitely be colder as we continue on our journey.

This carriage door is better than the original curtain.

Lu Qingqing settled the bill at the inn and drove out in her carriage.

The two first went to the steamed bun shop from yesterday.

The shop owner and his wife were waiting at the door and were relieved to see her coming.

Because Lu Qingqing said yesterday that they could do as much as they could, the two of them did it all night long.

It didn't stop until morning, and I've been waiting since dawn until now.

Both of them were panicking, fearing that Lu Qingqing would not come.

Although there is a deposit of five taels of silver, the steamed buns made will cost more than that.

If they don't want it, they'll have to sell it for several days.

At this moment, seeing a familiar carriage coming, he came out excitedly to greet it.

Lu Qingqing followed him to the shop and looked at the steaming steamed buns, pancakes, steamed buns, and dumplings.

After looking through them, I saw that most of them were of good quality, so I asked the store to put them in a bag.

When they finished packing, there were nearly twenty large bags in total.

Lu Qingqing paid the remaining money, and the three of them began to move the things onto the carriage outside.

Old Man Zhuang was watching the carriage from the shaft outside. He was stunned when he saw each of them coming out carrying four large bags.

After realizing what was happening, he hurriedly packed up the car.

He tried to squeeze the relatively loose bag into every nook and cranny he could to make some space.

By the time all the bags were piled inside, the carriage was completely full.

Except for Qin Lang's head, there is no place to put anything else.

Old Man Zhuang was stunned by the scene.

"Qingqing girl, why did you buy so much dry food?

With the piles like this, we can’t even get into the carriage.”

Lu Qingqing took out a map from her arms and showed it to him.

"Well, after we leave this town, we won't encounter any other towns or cities for about ten days.

In the middle, you may come across one or two villages.

But it’s hard to say whether there are still people in these villages.

Besides, even if there are people, they may not have dry food to sell to us.

It’s not convenient to prepare dry food when traveling.”

Old Man Zhuang looked at the icons on the map and nodded silently.

In fact, he couldn't see the tiny icons on the map at all.

Of course, even if you see it clearly, you may not understand it.

He will listen to whatever Qingqing girl says.

Anyway, dry food won’t go bad in this season.

This really saves a lot of trouble.

Besides, these buns smell so delicious.

Old Man Zhuang twitched his nose and handed the reins to Lu Qingqing.

He opened the door of the carriage and went inside to eat the buns.

Soon, the big bag containing the buns was found.

He took out four steaming meat buns, wrapped one in a clean handkerchief, and handed it to Lu Qingqing.

Lu Qingqing took it and started eating while driving the car.

But if you are driving at this speed, every bite you take will fill your stomach with wind.

After finishing what was in her hand, she refused to eat anymore.

The car soon arrived at the pharmacy.

Old Man Zhuang hurriedly wiped the meat residue off his beard, jumped off the carriage and ran into the drugstore.

This time, it was Lu Qingqing who stayed outside to watch the car.

Old Man Zhuang stayed inside for nearly two quarters of an hour before he and his servant came out carrying four large bags.

He was still worrying about where to put these big bags.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qingqing had already cleared a space for the car.

She put the three large boxes in the carriage on the rear barrier and tied them up with ropes.

Old Man Zhuang looked at the empty space in the carriage and carefully put away the several packages of medicinal herbs he had bought.

Only then did he get into the car contentedly.

The two drove to the end of the street, and when they saw something they wanted to eat, they went down to buy some.

I bought some of the things I could use.

Finally, the carriage arrived in front of the restaurant.

This time, Lu Qingqing went in by herself.

As soon as the waiter saw her come in, he led her to the room near the kitchen.

Inside was a row of dusty earthenware jars neatly arranged.

As soon as Lu Qingqing entered the house, she smelled the fragrance.

The waiter came forward and started introducing the earthenware jars one by one.

After listening to a few of them, Lu Qingqing interrupted him.

She counted the earthenware jars in the room and made sure the number matched.

He simply borrowed a small cart from the restaurant and loaded all the covered earthenware jars onto the cart.

In order to facilitate loading, she planned to push the carriage directly to the backyard and load it from the backyard.

The waiter helped her put it on the cart.

Soon, one clay pot after another was loaded onto the truck.

In order to reduce weight, she secretly put the food in the clay pot into more space when loading the truck.

After putting the clay pot in the backyard, the waiter went to the front to ask Old Man Zhuang to move the car.

She squatted down and, using the cover as a cover, collected a few more earthenware jars.

After Old Man Zhuang came over, Lu Qingqing sent the waiter away.

She and Old Man Zhuang put them in the car.

By the time they set off, the number of earthen jars actually loaded onto the vehicle was less than half of the previous number.

This time, the two of them were fully prepared.

Old man Zhuang had lunch at the inn this morning and just ate three big buns.

Now I smell the fragrance of the food in the clay pot and I am so greedy, but I really don’t have the stomach to eat it.

The two of them set off again, braving the cold wind.

Eating a full meal in the morning is also beneficial.

When Old Man Zhuang was driving the cart, he felt that the wind was not as cold as before.

The food in his stomach kept him warm by providing him with heat.

However, because I bought a lot of things.

Even though Lu Qingqing secretly loaded a lot of things into the space, the carriage was still a lot heavier.

The time it took for the two horses to pull the cart was changed from one hour to half an hour.

Correspondingly, the time that Lu Qingqing and Old Man Zhuang drove the carriage also changed with the horses.

At noon, the two men picked some dishes from several earthenware jars in the carriage.

Paired with some soft big steamed buns, it was a delicious meal.

By the afternoon, snowflakes began to fall from the sky again.

Lu Qingqing stopped the car, took down the awning from the roof of the carriage, and re-fixed it above the shaft and horses.

Old Man Zhuang also put a modified version of the straw raincoat on the horse that was following him.

This raincoat was the one that Old Man Zhuang saw Lu Qingqing buy this morning.

It occurred to me to fix a thick layer of oilcloth on top of the straw raincoat originally worn by the horse.