How to survive in poverty: I use a simulator to farm

Everyone in Chenjiacun is very nervous now.

There are so many crises and no one is hanging out.

Now there are no old bachelors trying their best to get into the widows' homes and take advantage of them.

During this war, many women in the village, especially the widows, were robbed.

So far, no one can tell whether they are alive or dead.

Adult men still make up the majority of the village.

These men vaguely heard the news that the county magistrate wanted to arrest a large number of strong men. Children of several years old would not be spared. Every one of them was like a grasshopper in winter, and they all hid in the house.

Went into a hidden tunnel at home.

They eat in the tunnel, drink in the tunnel, and poop and urinate in the tunnel.

Everyone is waiting for the days of conscription and war to be over.

As long as they get through this difficult time, next spring they will be able to continue living their own lives.

However, how can reality easily follow their wishes?

Magistrate Zhao is now worried about the ants on the hot pot. Send people everywhere to look for people and arrest them.

Now he even holds a grudge against Qiu Ba, who killed good people and took credit for their crimes. He cursed "Dead Qiu Ba, stupid Qiu Ba" every day, but he kept busy writing names.

"Master He, how many have we arrested now? Is it enough to count?"

Master He, who had a mustache, replied with a bitter face: "Sir, the Huns in the north have killed too hard this year. The Qiu Ba sent by our court also love to cause trouble everywhere. The number of good people they killed alone is at least three thousand. Many people. Let them kill so many young and strong men for nothing, and we can’t get anything. It’s really such a waste of natural resources, what a pity!”

Hearing him say it was a pity, Magistrate Zhao also became depressed.

"Hey, why don't I think so?"

"Those Qiu Ba people have no conscience at all. They kill people just like killing chickens. They kill them first and then report them. They also ask us to help them write letters to express our merits. If you don't agree to them, they will dare to send people to chop us several times at night. …”

"They are so unreasonable!"

Master He's bitter face became even more bitter: "Sir, there is nothing we can do about this! We are in the northwest, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and those people can't control it at all."

"Only when they really go to war..."

Magistrate Zhao said: "Do they dare to go to the battlefield? They are just those cowards who can't hold a sword!"

Speaking of this, County Magistrate Zhao frowned: "I have long heard that those court officials and landlords and squires in the south now like to take Fushou Ointment. Is this true?"

Hearing this, Master He nodded: "Sir, this is the case."

"A fellow countryman of mine sent me a letter a few days ago. He told me in the letter that this longevity ointment is a good medicine. It can prolong life, strengthen yang and kidneys, and replenish essence and qi. It makes people ecstasy. I want to die. The taste can be said to be wonderful."

When he said this, Magistrate Zhao's curiosity was suddenly aroused again.

"Master He, is that blessing and longevity ointment really wonderful?"

Master He nodded heavily and said: "Seriously. Last night, I just took a sip. The taste was really good."

"Sir, to tell you the truth, when I was young, I was weak and weak at night, my hands and feet were weak, my back was cold, and I always had night sweats at night. I saw several doctors, and they all said that I had kidney deficiency and severe bone loss in my body. I should recuperate my energy. However, I only took the Fushou Ointment once, and when I went to see the old doctor again, he said that my face was rosy and I was fine."

When County Magistrate Zhao heard what he said, he was already exhausted and wanted to try some longevity ointment.

Soon, Master He generously handed him a pipe that was already filled with Fushou ointment.

……

Chen Yixuan is now hiding in the tunnel with his whole family.

All the previous feces and urine in this tunnel were buried elsewhere by him alone.

He actually thought about shoveling all the bad-smelling shit out...but the noise was too big.

He was worried that the shelter where he stood up would be discovered, so he did not climb out of the tunnel.    …

The snow came very early this year.

After the heavy snow closed the mountain, Chen Yixuan quickly climbed out of the tunnel with his family and spent the winter in the house burning a kang.

With temperatures of tens of degrees below zero, it is impossible for ordinary people to go out.

Even those wearing fur coats would not be able to travel in such bad weather.

The twelfth lunar month of winter is extremely difficult for those who have no clothes to wear.

In order to save food and firewood, Chen Yixuan took his wife and killed two pigs at home.

He killed pigs for enema, pig blood and pig offal, and made them all into a big pot.

The Spring Festival is a time for families to reunite and celebrate the new year happily.

Chen Yixuan and Chen Feiyan are never stingy during the New Year.

From the 30th to the 8th day of the Lunar New Year, meat is eaten every day.

During this time, they go to bed when they are full and eat when they wake up. All of them felt that the days passed very quickly.

Chen Feiyan has not forgotten what will happen to her family in the future.

In recent days, she has been frantically using her golden finger, the life simulator.

Every time she simulated it, the simulation arrived. Once this year is over, that is, at the beginning of spring, the county magistrate will send out many, many people to arrest people everywhere.

There is no doubt that Chenjiacun was raided four or five times by that group of people. Each time, they caught the villagers and took them away.

Since then, she has not simulated the day they came back.

I knew that after spring, if my family stayed here any longer, my husband and several sons would all be taken away. Chen Feiyan decided that she must raise them to be fat and white this winter.

Then when that time comes, their family will run to the mountains and hide in the mountains!

After this storm is over, they should be able to come back and live their lives.

After all, it is impossible for the county magistrate to requisition everyone. Because next summer and autumn, he will have to help the court pay taxes!

Poll tax or grain tax, which one is not the big one?

If the county magistrate can't get it together, he will be in trouble.

Moreover, losing one's hat is a small thing, but losing one's life is a big thing.

……

For the children at home, celebrating the Spring Festival is quite happy.

They eat and drink every day, lie in bed and do nothing, or just listen to their parents chatting. They feel that their life is really good.

As soon as the Chen Feiyan family opens their eyes every day, they are thinking about what to eat today and what kind of dishes they can make later.

Can I eat pork belly?

The sauerkraut stewed noodles are quite delicious.

……

Now that Chen Yixuan's daughter-in-law was busy working for the family, he couldn't help but pat the down jacket on his body.

This dress is so warm.

Warmer than anything he had ever worn.

Just because of these thick clothes and down pants, he felt that his whole body was warmer than in previous years.

His wife is really attentive to him and the children.