The whole family travels through the book, the plot is broken but the characters are not

Fried bird eggs with wild vegetables, rabbit stewed with mushrooms, fried crucian carp, spicy stir-fried chicken, mushroom and crucian carp soup...

In addition, each household contributed pickles, duck eggs, pancakes, wheat rice, etc. Although not much oil and salt were used in the cooking, the people in Fengye Village felt that this was the best meal they had eaten since the Chinese New Year.

Finally, Lu Yanyan cooked a big pot of "instant noodles", added her homemade dried vegetable packets and mushrooms, and beat a few eggs.

Everyone smelled it and thought it was so delicious. Luckily, they had just eaten a full meal. Otherwise, it would have been embarrassing to drool.

There were too many people, so of course it was impossible for everyone to have enough to eat. Lu Yanyan served a bowl to Lu Youtian and his wife, Qin Gang and his wife, and Chen, and the rest was distributed to the children of each family.

The children who were given the "instant noodles" were so happy that they wanted to swallow their tongues as well.

Even Chen sighed that she had stayed in ancient times for too long. She now felt that these counterfeit instant noodles, which were far inferior to those in her previous life, were very delicious.

Yan Erhu and his companions were stunned when they saw the "instant noodles". They were in Jinling Town, and it was not uncommon to see strange things.

As the junction of several prefectures, Jinling Town has no fewer new things than those in other prefectures, but they have never seen "instant noodles", which look delicious.

Lu Yanyan looked at the few bowls of noodles left in the pot, waved to Yan Erhu and others, and asked them to take their own bowls and chopsticks to share.

They didn't hesitate and took their bowls and went to the pot.

The bowls and chopsticks for the eight people were collected by the villagers. Some of the bowls were even chipped, but it did not affect their eating.

Lu Yanyan gave each of them a spoonful, and they finished it in a few bites. It was so delicious.

Some people in the village looked on with envy, thinking that these people had made the right decision by selling themselves, as the second branch of the Han family treated those people as their own.

After Lin Shan finished his "instant noodles", he moved to Lu Yanyan's side.

"Madam, when we get to Los Angeles, let's sell these noodles. With my more than ten years of experience setting up stalls, this noodle will definitely be popular in Los Angeles."

Lu Yanyan smiled and said, "Okay, then you will be the owner of our noodle shop."

"Hehe, I will definitely work hard!" Lin Shan was full of energy.

After dinner and cleaning up, Han Hongzhi asked for a few more torches to drive out the mosquitoes in the cave, and hung the gauze provided by Qin Yuru at the entrance of the cave so that he would not have to worry about the children being bitten by mosquitoes.

Lu Yanyan and Chen carried wooden basins and took Han Huaiyu and Han Huaixi to the river to wash.

In the past two days, they just washed their hair briefly behind people's backs, but today they can finally wash their hair properly.

Han Huaijin and Han Huaian were taken to wash up by Han Qingyun.

Wang Gui was so happy that he was holding the cloth that Dalin and Erlin had just sent him that he was grinning from ear to ear.

Dalin asked him to make some spare clothes for the eight of them in the next few days.

Wang Gui didn't expect such a good thing to happen. These fabrics were much better than what he was wearing.

By the time everything was done, it was around ten o'clock in the evening and everyone went to bed.

The cave was divided into two parts by a makeshift fence made of coarse cloth. The eastern part was where men lived, and the western part was where women and children lived.

Although everyone was very tired, they were also very energetic and couldn't sleep.

It may also be because we don’t have to get up early tomorrow, so everyone wants to chat together.

Han Huaixi and Han Mingzhu's relationship has been heating up rapidly in the past two days. Children have short memories and have long forgotten that they were in a coma for a few days because of each other.

The two of them, plus Chunniu, who is one year older than them, the three little girls get together and have endless things to talk about.

There are only two children, Han Huaijin and Han Huaian, between Zhao Xingwu and Han Qingyun.

He asked quietly, "Second Uncle, are you asleep?"

"not yet."

Zhao Xingwu felt a little embarrassed, but it was a rare opportunity to be so close to Han Qingyun, and it was also rare to have some free time, so he didn't want to give up the opportunity.

"Second Uncle, if you have some free time these days, could you tell me the story of the one-armed detective?"

Zhao Xingye and Han Dongchen pricked up their ears immediately when they heard this, hoping that Han Qingyun could talk about it, as they couldn't sleep anyway.

When the others heard this, they also became excited.

"What's the one-armed detective?"

"Brother Qingyun can also tell stories?"

"Of course. Our brother Qingyun is well-read. What book has he not read? He even knows that he needs to bind his calves when walking long distances."

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There were few entertainment options in ancient times, and even fewer for farmers who worked hard in the fields.

Apart from occasionally encountering wealthy families in the town inviting opera troupes to perform, or hearing storytellers telling stories in teahouses when they went to the county to sell things, now that they suddenly heard that Han Qingyun could also tell stories, how could they miss this opportunity?

Han Qingyun was a little amused: "Aren't you sleepy?"

"I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleepy. Anyway, I don't have to get up early tomorrow."

"Yes, Brother Qingyun, just tell us one."

Even the four people on night watch outside the cave shouted, "Tell us, we want to hear it too."

"The woman and child across the street are still sleeping, so we shouldn't disturb them."

"The children are asleep, and they are not disturbed. Don't bother with them. We want to listen, too."

A bold young woman's voice was heard from the other side, and there was a burst of laughter.

Han Qingyun no longer refused: "Okay, then let's tell a story, but this story is a bit long and I can't finish it tonight."

"It's okay, it's okay. I'll tell you a little bit first and continue tomorrow."

Han Qingyun pondered his thoughts for a moment and then slowly spoke, "Qi Shaoshang was originally from a noble family, but was later murdered by a traitor. At the age of thirteen, he ventured into the martial arts world..."

Han Qingyun's voice was cool and gentle, like the sound of jade in the silent night, clearly reaching everyone's ears, but without waking up the sleeping children.

Everyone was fascinated by what they heard, especially young people like Han Dongchen, Zhao Xingye and Lu Changping who loved martial arts. When they heard that Qi Shaoshang went to Lianyun Village alone, tied his right hand, defeated the eight leaders of Lianyun Village with his left hand, and was elected as the leader, they were excited and wished they could be there in person to see the style of the "Nine-Appearing Dragon".

When the crowd heard the exciting parts, they cheered continuously.

But when they heard that Qi Shaoshang was betrayed by his good friend Gu Xichao, the village was destroyed and people died, and Qi Shaoshang had an arm cut off, they began to scold Gu Xichao for being ungrateful and sympathized with Qi Shaoshang's rough fate.

Han Qingyun stopped talking when he talked about how Qi Shaoshang was hunted by his enemies all the way, but was saved again and again by his old friend and beauty.

"It's too late. Let's all rest. We'll continue tomorrow."

Everyone was listening with great interest, wishing Han Qingyun would finish the whole story, but it was already late at night and they really had to go to bed.

"Then you must tell a few more stories tomorrow. I think they are much better than those told by the storytellers in the city."

"Tsk, can those storytellers compare with our Qingyun brothers? Our Qingyun brothers are scholars, and they are top scholars."

Han Qingyun shook his head helplessly, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

Soon, long breathing sounds and snoring sounds were heard from the cave.