Plane Mall: I became a group favorite by hoarding goods

Chapter 14 14. Pre-disaster mobilization
The next day, after breakfast, Shen Xingluo went to the Shen clan's hometown.

The two remaining members of the Shen family were also quite busy. Shen Xingqi moved out the old bedding to dry in the sun while Cheng Xi was writing and drawing on paper with a ruler.

Last night, there was no embarrassing scene as she expected.

It was because the two were so busy planning the yard that they forgot the time.It was already late at night when they finished discussing the winter, and they were so sleepy that they yawned.

Cheng Xi felt emotional when he thought of the precautions he made together last night.

"At first I thought I had prepared comprehensively, but I didn't expect there to be someone out there."

Is Shen Xingluo really just an 18-year-old boy?

Since she has traveled through time, it does not mean that others will not have adventures. Cheng Xi had a vague guess in his heart, but the wild boar that appeared twice that can enhance internal strength made her not sure.

Could it be that he was not reborn, but passed through some immortal plane?
But Mr. Cheap is very familiar with the current situation, and his love for Xingqi cannot be faked.
Cheng Xi plucked out a handful of hair again, and subconsciously left a big "?" on the paper.

The morning in Shenjia Village is quite lively, full of fireworks.

Sitting in the room, Cheng Xi could hear the noise of children playing from the neighbors, accompanied by the screaming of chickens and ducks from time to time, and even the participation of domestic pigs and cattle.

This small farmyard is on the northernmost side of the village, 50 meters away from the nearest neighbor, and a few hundred meters to the north is Shennong Mountain, which covers a vast area and is a natural barrier.

It was also because of the unique geographical environment that they did not disturb other people in the village when they came back last night.

Cheng Xi was very satisfied with this, at least in terms of privacy, it was much better than in Fucheng.

"I'm afraid the kid next door won't cry anymore."

Little did they know that the gate of the small courtyard was reopened, allowing other people in the village to see it.

"From Shuanzi's house, can you see if there is anyone in the yard over there?"

"Hey? Really! Could it be that Mr. Xiucai is back?"

"What scholar? I've heard people say that Xing Luo took the exam to understand Yuan this time, and he is a master of Juren."

"Hey—so what if you passed the Juren exam? Didn't your face get ruined? You won't be able to take another exam in the future!"

"That's better than us mudlegs."

"Hey! You just look at Xing Luo's outstanding looks, and you still want to marry the girl, don't think I don't know."

"Hey, Shuanzi's family, what are you talking about?!"

Shen Xingluo had no idea that their arrival had caused a big fight between the two housewives, and now he was sitting in the home of the head of the Shen family to persuade them.

"Sixth uncle, please make plans as soon as possible."

The sixty-year-old man on the opposite side had trembling hands and a solemn face.

"Xingluo, can you be sure that there will be snow disasters in winter?"

"Sixth Uncle, you have seen the world better than I do. Is it so cold at this time of the year?"

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The reason why the old man asked this question was not because he was uncertain, but because he had a sense of luck. He lived to their age and naturally experienced a catastrophe.

It's just that the normal life has passed for a long time in recent years, and the tragedy of the year has been forgotten for a while.

"Oh——God, this is not giving us a way to survive!"

The old man put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth.

"Fortunately, there is still time right now. It is important to prepare food and warm clothes."

"I see, let's open the ancestral hall to discuss."

The old man made up his mind solemnly, and then raised his head to observe the hope of Shenjia Village.

"Your scar. Oh, what a pity."

Shen Xingluo smiled wryly, "Sixth Uncle, one has one's own destiny, now that the matter has come to this, it is more important to get through the immediate crisis first."

"It's good if you can think about it, maybe you will meet a genius doctor in the future."

Even though the old man said that, he felt regretful, the scar ran through half of his face, even the imperial physician in the palace probably couldn't do anything about it.

The Shen family's hope of becoming an official in the court may be ruined.

Shen Xingluo weakly coughed a few times, and the wry smile at the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared when he left the small courtyard of the Sixth Uncle's house.

***
Within a long time, the news that Shen Xingluo's brother and sister had moved back to the village spread throughout Shenjia Village.

Since the day when the list was released, the members of the Shen family had visited Lin'an Mansion, so Shen Xingluo's ruined future could not be concealed.

Now that he returned to the village, he became the focus of gossip in the whole village.

However, this important point did not have time to make everyone feel emotional for too long. There was a big event in the Shen family ancestral hall that made everyone exclaim.

"Clan elder, where did you get this news? Could it be fake!"

"That's right, sixth uncle, it's been a little cold these few days, how could there be a snowstorm?"

"I'm afraid that the clan elders were deceived by others. Our Great Yan Dynasty has not had a snow disaster for many years."

"It must be the unscrupulous merchants in Lin'an Prefecture who want us to buy food!"

"That's right, it hasn't snowed this year, how could there be a disaster?"

Half of the villagers in Shenjia Village have the surname Shen, and the rest have many mixed surnames. Uncle Liu is the head of the Shen clan with high prestige, but it doesn't have much influence on people with other surnames.

Patriarch Shen coughed lightly, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

"Everyone also knows that this year is colder than previous years. It is always safe to put more food at home. If you don't want to prepare, no one can stop you. It's just that there will be heavy snow when the time comes, so don't regret it then."

The majestic eyes of the old man passed over the villagers, making the hearts of the Shen clan tremble slightly.

"Everyone, tomorrow I will let my son go to Fucheng to buy food. If anyone wants to go, he can go with him, and if he doesn't want to go, don't force him."

The patriarch left the words and handed over the situation to Li Zheng, ignoring the voices of discussion behind him and hurried home with his hands behind his back, leaving a group of people looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Let's buy food with the clan elders, what if it's true?"

"That's right, you have to eat food at any time, so it's okay to buy more."

"Hey, I just sold the wheat in the field last month, and I just got a sum of money, and now I want to spend it?"

Most of the people who came to the ancestral hall for meetings were men from their families, and after discussions with the people around them, most of them wanted to hoard food.

A few people didn't take it seriously, and there were hundreds of thousands of people who didn't believe it.

In the west of the village, Shen Xingluo went home after discussing things with the mason. When he entered the room, he was completely absorbed by the three-dimensional picture on the table.

The rice paper is placed upright, and the slender and straight lines outline a bird's-eye view of the entire small courtyard.

I don't know how his wife painted it. The small farmyard seems to be carved in proportion. The bricks and tiles of the house are clearly visible, and even the jujube tree in the yard is very similar.

The only difference is that there are a few more fences in the yard, and a few more columns of notes next to it.

That was the plan they made after discussing last night.

Although the handwriting is small, the writing is strong, with a touch of sharpness at the beginning and end of the pen, piercing through the back of the paper, completely lacking the gracefulness that a woman should have when writing.

And there was a "?" in the lower right corner of the rice paper that he couldn't understand.

what is that?
(End of this chapter)