The worst time travel, surviving seven years of famine

The next day, when Gu Liang was still getting dressed, Erni and Chunni came in.

As soon as the two little guys came in, they lay down in front of Gu Liang's bed and said in unison: "Brother, brother, I still want to eat yesterday's loach, can you go and get some today?"

The two little guys shook Gu Liang's arm while talking, almost shaking him.

"Okay, okay," Gu Liang agreed helplessly: "Erni and Chunni, is the loach really so delicious?"

Erni nodded, indicating that it was delicious. Chunni is only four years old now, and said with a childlike face: "Brother, the loach is delicious. My mother said she wants to eat it again today."

When Erni saw her sister reveal what her mother said, she quickly put her hand on her mouth, shushed Chunni, and told her not to talk nonsense, and then embarrassedly said: "Yes, brother, my mother thinks it's delicious, and we think it's delicious too."

It seems that the loach last night was really delicious, and it even made Gu Liang's second aunt Li go around and say that she wants to eat it.

The seasoning at home is enough for one cooking, so why not do it again today, Gu Liang thought silently.

Gu Liang promised his two sisters that they can eat loach tonight, and the two sisters ran out happily to find their mother.

When Gu Liang finished breakfast today and went to the backyard to get the wooden barrel, his second aunt was next to him. When Li saw Gu Liang coming, she hurriedly picked up the barrel and handed it to Gu Liang, and said with a happy look on her face that Gu Liang could use it as long as he wanted, and there was no rush.

Gu Liang remembered that his second aunt said yesterday that this bucket was for fetching water, so he asked curiously: "Aunt, didn't you say yesterday that you would use this bucket to fetch water? What will you do if I take it away?"

Li smiled awkwardly and said: "It's okay, you can use it. I got up early in the morning and fetched water. Look, the water tank is full."

I didn't expect that his second aunt, who has always been lazy, could fill the water tank early in the morning for a loach. It's not easy.

Gu Liang thought that his second aunt worked so hard, it seems that he has to catch some today so that everyone can have a good meal.

In a blink of an eye, Gu Liang appeared in the field. At this time, the rice seedlings in the rice field have grown above the knees. From a distance, it looks like a green carpet.

But Gu Liang was not interested in appreciating this scene. He didn't know whether he was unlucky today or the loaches in this field were too smart. Gu Liang tried more than ten times in a row but didn't catch a loach. He was dejected at the moment.

Gu Liang picked up a snail from the field and threw it out like a stone, venting his emotions.

Gu Liang originally thought that he would catch one or two hundred snails all day today, and then he could put more than a hundred snails into the space to eat in the famine.

In this famine, no matter how small the fly legs are, they are meat, and no matter how fishy the loach is, it is also a good thing. No matter how big the snail is, it can't be thrown as far as a stone, Gu Liang thought while throwing the snails in the field.

"Yes, snails."

Gu Liang suddenly remembered this. Snails are also meat, at least more meat than fly legs, at least easier to catch than loaches. Sitting on the bank of the field, he can pick up seven or eight snails and throw them out.

Although the snails have the same fishy smell as loaches, and occasionally there is sand. But as a Chinese, how can he not handle food. When locusts pass through the border, they can catch two kilograms of them and fry them for eating. When Godzilla is beaten by Ultraman, the Chinese can make its meat into bacon and marinate it. Gu Liang has N ways to clean up the small snails.

Gu Liang didn't notice the snails when he was catching loaches before. When he really went to see the snails, he found that the snails in the rice fields were not densely packed, but a blind man could find a basket of them. More importantly, the snails basically don't move, and you can see one if you see one. (Author bb: When I was a child, there were snails everywhere in the fields at home, and there were so many of them, especially when they were laying eggs and hatching, there were more than tadpoles.)

Gu Liang put the wooden barrel on the ridge of the field and rolled up his trouser legs. Gu Liang was also a mud-legged person in ancient times. In the village, except for the village head who occasionally wore a green gown when doing official business, the rest wore coarse cloth trousers.

Although the late spring sun was a bit scorching and the water in the field was warm, when I stepped into the mud in the field, I felt a chill from time to time.

Gu Liang first picked up the snails in the middle of the field one by one. The snails in the middle were the largest, almost the size of a native egg. Gu Liang's little hands could only hold six or seven at a time before he had to return to the shore and put them in a bucket.

Fortunately, the seedlings have taken root firmly and are not afraid of people walking through them. Moreover, the field

There were enough snails. In less than two quarters of an hour, a bucket of snails was full.

A full bucket of snails weighed about ten pounds. Gu Liang took advantage of the fact that no one was around and quickly transferred the snails into the space. The small pile of snails there gave Gu Liang a sense of security. This was the first meat in his space.

He only picked up less than half of the field. If he had picked up all the fields in the village, the scene would be unimaginable.

"If I pick all of them, I will probably have to eat them every day during the famine. After the famine, I will want to vomit when I see them," Gu Liang thought selfishly.

But even if there were so many, Gu Liang didn't plan to do it. After all, he couldn't pick up all the snails every day. Besides, snails can't be boiled in water. They are very fishy and need to be suppressed by heavy oil and salt. They can only be used as a source of protein.

Gu Liang spent the whole morning picking up snails, and he collected about five or six buckets, which he poured into the space and piled up into a level of Jingshan.

Seeing that it was noon, Gu Liang scooped up half a bucket of snails and carried it back home.

"Nephew, you are back. Come, Auntie will help you carry it." Li spoke in a sharp and somewhat flattering voice, and with her somewhat sturdy figure due to laziness and not working, Gu Liang was a little uncomfortable.

Li was about to take over and took a glance, but saw that the bucket was not filled with loaches as she thought, but snails.

"Nephew, didn't you go to catch loaches? Why did you bring back so many snails? They are all shelled and not delicious." Li said as she withdrew her hands, with disappointment on her face.

Gu Liang said slowly, "Aunt, it takes too long to catch loaches. Snails are as delicious if cooked in the same way as loaches."

When Li heard what Gu Liang said, she immediately became interested again. She quickly took the wooden barrel from Gu Liang and said excitedly, "Liang, let's make snails tonight. I'll ask your grandma to cook more rice. The soup of this thing goes well with rice."

Gu Liang felt much more relaxed now that he didn't have to carry the barrel in his hand. The wooden barrel was too heavy for the ten-year-old Gu Liang. Seeing that the second aunt couldn't wait to eat, Gu Liang waved his hand helplessly and said, "Aunt, these snails need to be kept in clean water for a few days, and they will be delicious after the mud and sand are spit out."

After hearing this, Li was stunned and said with a little embarrassment, "Nephew, I just remembered that I haven't finished hanging the clothes! Your grandma will scold me later. Anyway, it's only a few steps away from home, you can carry it back by yourself."

After saying that, Li quickly put the wooden barrel on the ground, ran to the clothes drying rack in small steps and started to dry the clothes.

At this time, Gu Liang's face was full of black lines. This second aunt really didn't want to suffer any loss. The speed of changing her face is even faster than that of the current entertainment industry. No, it's ancient times now. It should be said that she can change her face better than the actors in the southern opera troupe.