The government was sending out wives, and I ended up with a princess from the previous dynasty!

When the topic of miasma came up, Jia Quan's expression became very serious.

Jia Daoshi nodded obediently: "I understand, Uncle."

Jia Daoshi gave half of his hunted prey to Jia Quan, and then took his two young wives home.

After arriving home, Jia Daoshi asked Murong Jiu to boil water, and then quickly began to prepare the roe deer meat.

Di Qinglin, on the other hand, was studying the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow in the courtyard.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Of the three pieces of firewood placed in the yard, only one was hit, and the other two crossbow bolts missed and were stuck directly in the snow!

During the day on the mountain, she missed several arrows because she wasn't used to the method and her visibility was affected by the daytime conditions!

This slows down the hunting speed!

But Di Qinglin was extremely dissatisfied!

She wants to practice archery!

Looking at the repeating crossbow in his hand, Di Qinglin felt a sense of emotion.

If she had had the Zhuge Repeating Crossbow earlier, would her fate have been different?

"My lord, who taught you how to use this repeating crossbow?"

"A high-ranking monk from the Western Regions."

"This eminent monk from the Western Regions is indeed remarkable. What else did he teach you?"

"There was a lot of material taught, but I can't recall it all right now."

"..."

“By the way, I hit my head that day and forgot a lot of things. Why did I hate reading before?” Jia Daoshi suddenly asked.

Actually, this question is quite crucial; at the very least, it allows him to glimpse Jia Daoshi's inner journey in this world.

“My lord, you used to say something like, ‘Studying is the most useless thing. When a scholar meets a soldier, he can’t reason with him.’” Di Qinglin said, “As for why you said that, we don’t know.”

"This...maybe I was just being naive..." Jia Daoshi was also a little puzzled as to why he said that.

Could it be that this predecessor had some conflict with the officers and soldiers?

“My lord, I remember you gave the blueprints for making repeating crossbows to your uncle. You must tell your uncle not to make such things for others lightly, or he will be in mortal danger!” Di Qinglin’s tone suddenly became serious.

"My lady, don't worry. I've already put away the blueprints myself, and I've also told my uncle. He's very experienced in the ways of the world," Jia Daoshi said with a smile.

Although Di Qinglin is feisty and assertive, a tomboy type, she is also very meticulous.

Soon, Jia Daoshi took the roe deer meat into the kitchen, moved the large iron pot over the firewood, and roasted it.

As for the meat that he didn't have time to eat, he preserved it with salt.

Soon, the aroma of roasting meat wafted from the kitchen.

Delicious on earth!

Even without spices like cumin, Murong Jiu and Di Qinglin ate with their mouths full of oil!

This was the first time they had ever eaten so well since they married Jia Daoshi!

And you've eaten so much!

……

The next day, Jia Daoshi and Di Qinglin went up the mountain again.

Today wasn't as lucky as yesterday; I only caught one pheasant and one rabbit!

Fortunately, they didn't use a crossbow to catch the pheasant; the rabbit had knocked itself unconscious by running into a tree and was then retrieved by them.

So it's alive!

It's perfect for selling.

Although he didn't catch any prey, Jia Daoshi made a new discovery!

There is a body of water deep in the mountains, but because the weather is so cold, a thick layer of ice has formed on the surface of the body of water.

According to Di Qinglin, there are many fish in this swamp.

People in the Great Jing Dynasty don't like to eat fish. In this era, oil, salt, and spices are all in short supply.

Boiled fish in plain water is bitter, fishy, ​​and has many bones; nobody likes to eat it.

But Jia Daoshi was different. He loved to eat fish, and he had more than a dozen or twenty ways of cooking fish!

It seems we'll have to rely on eating fish to get through this winter.

Back home, Jia Daoshi locked up the pheasants and rabbits. Looking at the sky, it was already two or three in the afternoon. It would be too late to sell them at this time.

Jia Daoshi simply dug out a broken bamboo basket from inside the house and turned it into a fish basket.

This is also an essential skill for wilderness survival.

Meanwhile, Murong Jiu and Di Qinglin were busy chopping firewood.

In this era, firewood is the only source of warmth, and now that it's snowing, the daily consumption of firewood is enormous, so they have to chop wood every day.

However, this kind of work is usually done by Di Qinglin, while Murong Jiu is responsible for collecting firewood.

The three people in the courtyard were each busy with their own things, and for a while, things were quite peaceful.

During this time, the two sisters would occasionally turn their heads to look at Jia Daoshi.

This was the first time they had ever seen Jia Daoshi make bamboo baskets.

However, the shape of this bamboo basket is very strange, and it is unknown what it is used for.

Just then, Di Qinglin's ears twitched, and he suddenly said, "Ajiu, go and see if the pheasant we caught has laid an egg?"

Soon, Murong Jiu's exclamation came from the chicken coop: "It really laid an egg! It's true!"

Di Qinglin threw down the axe in his hand and rushed over like lightning!

Seeing the two little girls' excited expressions, Jia Daoshi shook his head and smiled, thinking, "They really are still as innocent as children!"

Come to think of it, she really does seem to be only a teenager?

"Look how happy you are. How about we keep this pheasant and not sell it?" Jia Daoshi said.

"Not for sale?" Murong Jiu was somewhat surprised.

"That's right, we're not selling them anymore. We'll keep them to lay eggs and help you nourish your bodies."

"..."

Murong Jiu and Di Qinglin exchanged glances, seemingly unable to believe that Jia Daoshi could be so considerate.

"Sister Qinglin, do you think we're dreaming?" Murong Jiu was timid and still couldn't believe that what she was seeing was real.

That evening, Jia Daoshi stewed another bowl of egg and meat soup for the two sisters to drink.

Murong Jiu's face was very red. After drinking the egg and meat soup, she immediately went to heat the kang (a heated brick bed) for Jia Daoshi and warm the quilt.

On an ordinary winter night in the Great Jing Dynasty, Jia Daoshi was fast asleep in the warm bed his two young wives had prepared for him...