Plane Supermarket

The food that people often eat nowadays is only millet, yellow rice and various beans. No matter how rich the land of Chen Guo is, it is impossible to replace millet with rice.

Most of the vegetables they eat are wild vegetables, which are passed down to later generations, and it is estimated that they can only be regarded as weeds.

Not to mention meat, whether soldiers can eat meat depends on whether they can hunt prey or buy poultry that merchants ask farmers to raise, but even if the general is willing to pay for meat for soldiers, they are not You can eat it often, not everyone can eat it.

Those who could eat meat were the general's own soldiers, and they only tasted some meat.

It is a very luxurious day to have a bowl of broth with small rice.

The common people basically can't eat meat, and they rarely raise poultry, because they have to spend all their time working in the fields, and have no time to take care of poultry and no food to raise.

There is no time and technology to hunt.

It is impossible to raise poultry, and it is even more impossible to raise cattle.

Can't even afford it.

After Chen Hou arrived at the supermarket, what he looked forward to most every day was to eat at the meal time. He could eat anything and found it delicious. Now Chen Hou has gained more than [-] catties compared to when he was just rescued.

Even Chen Yan gained about twenty catties.

Chen Hou told Ye Zhou that he could not eat meat every day in Linzi, and even if he could, it was basically not fresh meat, but tasteless dried bacon. He was not short of salt, but besides salt , basically no seasoning.

Ye Zhou also asked curiously, what is the most delicious dish here.

Chen Hou took Emperor Zhou as an example. The diet of Emperor Zhou was eight delicacies, but these eight delicacies were far from what Ye Zhou imagined.

One of them is pickling, which is to slice beef and soak it in wine, and take it out the next day to eat with meat sauce.

All of these can be counted as "treasures", and they are unique to Zhou Tianzi. You can imagine how precious the ingredients are here, and how scarce the types of food and dishes are.

Moreover, the tripod they use for cooking is made of bronze, and not all craftsmen are good at craftsmanship, so it is very likely that after taking a bite of the dish, a piece of bronze grain will be spit out from the mouth.

In modern times, a little oil or monosodium glutamate can provide umami taste, but here, even Zhou Tianzi, I am afraid that he has not really tasted umami taste, because there is no spice, they can only eat earthy and fishy smell when eating fish , without any umami taste.

Ye Zhou didn't go to distribute food to the villagers. Unless necessary, he was not willing to play tricks himself now.

Not only embarrassing, but tiring.

He sat in the tent and ate self-heating tomato-flavored hot pot, accompanied by a self-heating rice bowl, and ate with Chen Hou who came uninvited.

Compared to Ye Zhou's gentleness, Chen Hou eats like someone is robbing him. He uses chopsticks so aggressively that his mouth is full of oil, and as long as there is room in his stomach, he will never stop.

Maybe it was because he was on his way, Ye Zhou didn't have much appetite, the hot pot didn't move much, and the rice bowl was all because he didn't want to waste it, and he didn't want others to eat his leftovers.

It's not that he thinks that someone will eat his leftovers, but that once he had a meal with Chen Hou, he couldn't eat anymore. As soon as he put down his chopsticks, Chen Hou asked him if he didn't want to eat. If the immortal doesn't eat, can he eat it? Let him eat?

From then on, as long as he ate with Chen Hou, even if Ye Zhou was full, he would eat up all the food in the bowl.

Chen Hou even drank all the soup in the tomato pot. After wiping his mouth with a napkin, he hiccupped in a very satisfied way. The hiccup was so loud that he covered his mouth with his hands shyly, and then whispered, "Tell the immortal to read the joke." gone."

Ye Zhou couldn't stand it anymore: "I'll leave it to you to make the soy sauce and chicken essence, but it's up to you whether you can make enough ingredients for the chicken essence."

Chicken essence can be made from chicken. Ye Zhou can find the information, but he is not sure whether this handmade chicken essence can be compared with industrially produced chicken essence, but it is definitely much better than salt alone.

"I also give you the recipe for tofu." Ye Zhou said, "Tofu is easy to make, and the ingredients are simple."

Apart from being tired, there are no other disadvantages.

Chen Hou sighed: "It's true, it's true that before coming here, I don't know that there are such delicacies in the world!"

Ye Zhou persuaded: "Mr. Chen should eat less, I'm afraid no one will recognize you when you arrive in Linzi."

It is very troublesome for Chen Hou to grow flesh. His body looks fine, but his face has been rounded into a ball, and his eyes have been squeezed too small.

If Ye Zhou didn't see him every day, he might have thought he was a different person.

Chen Hou sighed again: "Cum is not as powerful as a fairy."

"Immortals must have tasted all the delicacies in the world. Before, they never even ate sugar."

At that time, there were no beets, and Chen Guo did not produce sugar cane, and the uncultivated fruits were sour and unpalatable. All their sweetness came from honey, but no one kept bees, so whether they could taste the sweetness was all a matter of luck.

Even if someone finds a beehive and collects bees, there will still be a bunch of nobles fighting for it, and the monarch will find it harder to eat.

So Chen Hou now loves everything he eats.

He loves to eat vegetables and rice, as well as all kinds of sweet desserts.

Anyway, if Ye Zhou can't eat sweets, as long as they are given to Chen Hou, he can eat them all.

Now Chen Hou's favorite is the white rabbit toffee, he even made a purse, there will always be a big white rabbit toffee in the bag.

Eat wherever you go, eat a few before going to bed.

After Ye Zhou learned about Chen Hou's daily life, he felt that he would rather be a petty citizen in modern times than come here to be a king. He couldn't even eat sugar, and the only condiment was salt. In other words, it is estimated that the monarch and the savage are not much different.

Monarchs live the lives of "savages", let alone common people.

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With Chen Shu's arms crossed, she shouted, "Line up! Everyone line up!"

In front of her were villagers who were holding pottery bowls, pots, barrels, rattan frames, and everything else that could hold grain from their homes.

Almost all the villagers, old and young, went out together. Even the toddler was holding a chipped bowl. They didn't know what queuing meant. food".

They didn't know what these grains were, but they could smell the aroma of grains and rice, and knew that these were good things to fill their stomachs, so they rushed forward like crazy.

Chen Shu roared until his throat was almost hoarse, and he didn't see them maintaining order, so he could only call the village chief to his side, and said in a hoarse voice: "Let them be calm and line up in a long line, just like marching."

"Otherwise the food will not be distributed."

The last sentence made the old village head turn pale with fright, and he quickly called his sons to maintain order together.

Fortunately, the words of the old village chief were still useful—and so were his strong sons. The villagers finally started to line up under the warning of the old village chief.

Chen Shu took a sip of water and began to distribute food to the villagers with Cao Erniang and the others.

Sweet potatoes and potatoes are packed in snakeskin bags. Although the villagers brought containers, Chen Shu felt that taking apart the snakeskin bags would be like taking off his pants and farting, so he asked the villagers to come and collect food as a family.

Chen Shu has a good memory, she can quickly remember, and only remembers the person with the most obvious characteristics of each family, in case they come back after receiving it.

The old woman was at the end of the line, and they had three children, the largest family in the village.

Although people are giving birth, more and more children are being born, but too few survive. In order to allow more children to survive, they must continue to give birth.

Many villagers may have given birth to seven or eight children, but only one survived.

Children are so fragile that they may die from food poisoning, from a cold or fever, or from poor parental care.

So even though people are giving birth all the time, the population is not increasing.

On the contrary, the population of the village has been declining.

The old woman held the youngest child in her arms, and the two older children each held a bowl, staring at the snakeskin bag behind Chen Shu and the rice that leaked out of the bag during the transportation.

Some children would break free from their parents' hands and arms, and run behind Chen Shu to pick up the rice grains on the ground. They didn't even wipe them with their hands, and stuffed them into their mouths. Chen Shu didn't even know if they had chewed them.

Chen Shu hurriedly stopped those children—who knows if there are any parasites or other dirty things in the soil, and the children just ate them into their stomachs?

Chen Shu called the village chief over again: "From now on, you drink water yourself, don't drink the well water directly, boil it before drinking it."

She didn't talk about scientific principles, but only explained in words that the village chief could understand: "There is a curse cast by ghosts in the water. If people drink it directly, they will definitely have diarrhea and abdominal pain, and even worms will grow in their stomachs. , those curses can only be dispelled after boiling."

"Do your children often suffer from diarrhea? They die after getting hot?" Chen Shu asked.

The village head nodded immediately, and he quickly said, "Yes, yes, sir, that's exactly the case!"

Chen Shu: "That's drinking unclean raw water, and you have to wash your hands before eating. There are worms and worm eggs in the soil. If people eat worm eggs in their stomachs, the eggs will be in the human body. Hatch in a hatch, and then your flesh and blood will be full of worms."

The village head widened his eyes in fright, Chen Shu: "I can't bear to see you suffer, I don't care if you believe it or not, you just tell them when the time comes, it's their business whether they listen or not."

"Don't worry, my lord, I will definitely watch them and not tell them to drink unboiled water. They have to boil it before drinking it." The village chief asked cautiously, "But the boiled water is too hot..."

Chen Shu: "... won't it be cold if you leave it for a while?"

The village chief's voice became smaller and smaller: "It can be cooled, how is it different from raw water?"

Chen Shu: "..."

She talked so much, but the village chief thought that hot water was drinkable, and cold water was raw water.

Chen Shu took a deep breath: "It has nothing to do with hot or cold, only boiled water can be drunk."

The village head finally understood: "Thank you, noble."

He didn't doubt that Chen Shu was talking nonsense. They would never leave the village for the rest of their lives. What they saw in front of them was always the nearby mountains, rivers and fields. Their understanding of the noble family was only in their imagination. They really believed that the noble family was not the same as them people.

They are born lowly, and noble families are born noble.

So it's not uncommon for noble people to know things they don't.

Chen Shu patted the old village chief on the shoulder, seeing that the other person's gray hair was still busy, and praised: "How old is the old man this year? It's really not easy to do it by yourself at such an age."

The old village head quickly said: "The little old man is now forty-two."

Chen Shu was at a loss, is 40 years old considered an old man here?People are getting old too fast, right? !

The old village chief was a little proud: "In the nearby villages, I am the oldest old man. Although I am twenty-two in forty, I still have strength in my arms and legs."

Chen Shushu let out a sigh of relief: "It's not easy for you either."

The old village chief nodded again and again: "Exactly, exactly! It's hard to live now!"

"It would be great if we could harvest less grain once a year!" The old village chief frowned, "No matter how good our land is, it's not like we sprinkle seeds today and harvest tomorrow. We harvest grain twice a year, and the grain harvester comes Three times, where can there be food left?"

He said cautiously: "If you have a connection, you can meet the gentlemen above, and tell them about our difficulty."

Chen Shu: "Don't worry!"

How much land does the family have, and how many common people?

Most of the wealth of a country is in the hands of the aristocratic family, and the common people are extremely poor.

But when people from other countries came to ask for food, Chen Hou could only reach out to the common people, but he also asked for food from the aristocratic and noble families, but everyone was crying poor, and he couldn't force it. If he wanted it, he would beat him.

The old woman finally came to the front, she still hid behind her husband, she didn't dare to see people outside the village, even though the person who distributed her food was an old woman, she was still terrified.

She shrank her neck, and the person who distributed the food could only hand over the food, and she carried it on her back.

Li Gu handed the snakeskin bag to the old man. She glanced at the woman hiding behind the old man, and couldn't help saying: "Don't be so afraid, we are here to deliver food, not to eat people."

But as soon as she finished speaking, the old woman suddenly knelt down for her.

Aunt Li was so frightened that she took a step back - she was the only one who kneeled before, how could anyone kneel to her?

The old woman cried and shouted: "My lord, my lord, I am not, I am not..."

Aunt Li quickly realized what was happening, and she quickly said, "I didn't say anything to you. Get up, and the food will be distributed to you. Don't worry, it's no less than others."

After she finished speaking, she stopped talking, and brought another bag of grain in silence.

She is also a commoner, and knows that the nobles are the most feared by the commoners. No one knows what they say will offend the nobles, and what the nobles will do to them.

Gentlemen are people, they are not.

The old man also knelt down when his wife knelt down. They didn’t help each other to stand up until they found that the nobles who distributed the food didn’t drive them away, and didn’t refuse to give them food. The food is gone.

They are so thin and weak, yet they can carry such a heavy load of food. Even the three children dragged a bag of food to the house.

Aunt Li looked at their backs, not knowing what it was like, she turned her head and wiped her eyes with her hands.

Cao'er, who was in charge of carrying it, knew that her mother was crying when she saw her mother's appearance.

She felt a little strange - in her memory, her mother didn't cry, she was aggressive, and if anyone dared to grab water from their house, her mother would run to the door of the other party's house and scold them all day.

With her mother around, she doesn't have to worry about anything.

Mother never sympathizes with others, she remembers her mother said that if you don't feel sorry for yourself enough, how can you feel sorry for others.

But now, my mother will feel sorry for others.

Cao'er felt her chest swell, and her eyes were a little sour.

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The old woman never felt so strong!There were still tears on her face, but her hands and feet were exceptionally nimble, and she didn't feel that the food on her back was heavy at all!There are still in the open space!Their family got quite a lot, and they had to move two more times before they could move back home.

She was afraid that someone else would take her food away.

"Father, hurry up!" She only carried one sack, and the old man carried two bags.

The old man's face turned red, and he almost bit his tongue when he spoke, his cloudy eyes sparkled: "I'm going, I'm going!"

They carried the food home, just put it down, and ran to the open field non-stop.

After repeating this three times, they finally brought all the food home.

The old woman carried back the last bag of food, and finally sat down on the ground——she felt tired only now, and felt pain in her waist, but compared to the pain in her body, her spirit was extraordinarily excited.

"Open it, quickly open it and have a look!" The old woman stood up on the ground, bent down and opened the seal of the snakeskin bag.

As soon as it was opened, the fragrance of rice came to the face, and the old woman almost drowned in the fragrance of the grain.

Their small earthen hut is filled with the aroma of rice.

The children immediately howled: "Hungry! Mother, hungry!"

The old woman looked at her husband, and the old man said, "Eat! Cook! Let's have a full meal!"

They immediately started cooking. They couldn't afford a tripod, so they could only cook in clay pots. The pots had been chipped a long time ago, but they didn't have the money to buy new ones, so they could only use this broken pot.

The old woman added some water to the pot and put the rice in without washing the rice.

"It doesn't look like the rice we usually eat." The old woman held a handful of white rice in her hand, and she dared not believe it. "Where can there be such white rice? It's so big!"

The old man whispered: "It is definitely not from our Chen country."

Although the old woman didn't know what was going on outside, she heard from her elders that their land in Chen country was the best, and the grain they grew was the best, and the grain in other countries was not as good as them, that's why those countries always Ask them for food.

"My parents said that the food in our country of Chen is the best." The old woman was a little stubborn, "There will be no such good food in other countries."

Chen Guo's good food is already the only thing that the common people who make a living by farming the land can be proud of.

The old woman pointed to the other two opened snakeskin bags and said, "We haven't seen those two before!"

The old woman whispered: "They are definitely not from other countries, nor from our country of Chen, maybe they are experts!"

The old man was a little confused: "What kind of expert?"

The old woman stomped her feet: "An expert in the world! The kind who lives in the deep mountains and old forests."

The old man still didn't understand, but he didn't refute his wife's words. He just smiled and said, "What you say is so, then it is so."

"As long as the food officials don't come, the food will be enough for us." The old man smelled the aroma of cooked rice and said intoxicatedly, "If this kind of rice is used to make wine, it will definitely make good wine."

The old woman: "The nobles can afford to drink wine. How can they waste food and fill their stomachs like that, and turn them into wine and then urinate and disappear."

The children gradually stopped crying, and they didn't have so many tears. When they were tired from crying, they shrank into the arms of their parents, and the family sat together, waiting for the rice to be cooked.

After an unknown amount of time, the old woman went to the stove to take a look and found that the rice had already boiled.

This must be edible.

She said to her husband, "Go and get the bowl."

Their house has no chimney, and the stove is set outside the house. They only built a shed to keep out the rain and snow. In winter, it is also used to stack firewood.

They were holding bowls, and each of them filled a bowl full of porridge.

When the old woman walked into the house, she glanced left and right. Sure enough, the neighbors were cooking just like them.

It had been a long, long time since they had had a full meal.

"It's a pity that there are no side dishes." They returned to the house, knelt down around the wooden table, and put the bowl on the table.

They put a lot of rice. Although it is porridge, it is not much different from rice.

The old woman smiled and said, "If you have porridge to eat, why would you need side dishes? Now there is no salt at home."

The old man sighed, "Salt is expensive."

They can't afford it, but if they want to buy it, they buy the worst quality salt. They say that the salt is actually saline soil. They boil it in water, let it settle overnight, pour out the water on top, and the soil below is gone. When the water dries up, there will be a little bit of salt.

But it is bitter to eat, but they have never eaten good salt, and they don't know what real salt should taste like.

"Just eat like this!" The old woman laughed at her husband, "I didn't even have porridge yesterday, so why didn't you complain about the lack of side dishes?"

The old man: "That's all I'm saying. Where do I really want side dishes? After I'm done eating, I'll go for a walk in the mountains. If I don't go too deep, I'll see if I can find some vegetables. I can bring them back and dry them, so I can eat them longer. "

The old man: "I still have to chop firewood."

The old woman nodded: "Then I'll pack some food and send it back to my natal family."

The old man: "Yes, my father-in-law and mother-in-law lent us a lot of food."

They can survive until now, not only because of the kindness of the village chief, but also because the old woman has a mother's family with a lot of labor. Although she is also living in poverty haha, she can still squeeze out a little food to support them, otherwise it depends on the two of them , it is impossible to raise three children to such a big age anyway.

"Mother, eat." The eldest son held the bowl and used a wooden spoon to plan the porridge into his mouth, but the porridge was too hot, which made his facial features wrinkle, but he was reluctant to spit out the porridge in his mouth, so he endured it like this. Holding back, holding back tears welling up in my eyes, I opened my mouth to show my mother, "Mother, it's hot."

The old woman looked over and found that the eldest son's mouth had been scalded with two blisters. She said helplessly, "There are no needles at home. After eating, ask your father to cut a wooden stick and pop the blisters."

The eldest son nodded. He looked at the bowl of porridge and wanted to eat it, but he dared not.

Only then did the old woman pick it up, but instead of eating it herself, she blew the porridge cold and fed it to the child.

The old man also put down the bowl in his hand and fed the children like his wife did.

The couple were hungry and tired at this time, but they were smiling, and their red faces were covered with sweat.

The children ate their meals mouth by mouth, with black and white eyes open, feeling the first meal in their lives full of rice fragrance.

The smoke from cooking outside is curling up, and the house is full of rice fragrance.

What a day.