The worst time travel, surviving seven years of famine

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The next day, Gu Liang got up unusually late. It was because he went to bed too late last night and was so exhausted on the way home in the dark, so he slept a little longer.

As soon as they got up, the Gu family's breakfast was already on the table. This morning, Mrs. Gu also rarely made brown rice porridge, but made steamed buns with white flour.

Mrs. Gu must have done this because she felt sorry for Gu Liang and Gu Boxi being injured on the mountain. However, now that Gu Liang and Gu Boxi have gone to the mountains to collect herbs, the Gu family has a relatively stable source of income, so the food has been significantly improved compared to when Gu Liang first came here. The most obvious thing is that there are more dry rice and less stir-fried vegetables. It's just like boiling it in water before, and I'm even more willing to add a little more oil. Although it's still not much, frying vegetables with a little more oil will make a difference and taste much better.

After all, Madam Shanda, whose grandfather was worthy of enjoying the Imperial Ancestral Temple, once said: "It's not strange to have too much courtesy, and it's not bad to eat too much oil."

However, there was such a good meal early in the morning. Gu Liang asked curiously: "Nai, is there any festival today? Is the food so good?"

After hearing this, Mrs. Gu hit Gu Liang's head with chopsticks and said in a scolding tone: "Bah, bah, bah, you kid, you are talking about unlucky things! In a few days, it will be the Ghost Festival in the middle of July. I’ve been busy wrapping paper money these past two days. Wouldn’t it be a ghost if it were a holiday?”

The Ghost Festival was not a big impression on Gu Liang, so he didn't remember it very much. After all, any festival that doesn't have a holiday is not considered a festival.

However, when Gu Liang heard that Mrs. Gu was very concerned about saying that she was a ghost, he thought it didn't matter. After all, poor people are ghosts too. The Gu family's brown rice meal this morning was considered an improvement in their diet, and it was nothing short of poor. But Gu Liang just thought about this. After all, the word "ghost" is very unlucky in this era. He didn't dare to say it to Mrs. Gu at all. However, Gu Liang still asked in confusion: "Then why does our family suddenly have such good food?" ?”

Mrs. Gu replied: "It's not that your mother was worried that you didn't come home and couldn't eat. When you came back, she thought you were hungry, so she didn't eat all night. So I made a dry meal in the morning. I’m afraid your mother is hungry.”

Gu Liang thought that it seemed like this happened again last night. Mrs. Gu called her mother over for dinner, but in the end she didn't find her taking a bite.

Thinking of this, Gu Liang smiled sheepishly. After all, it was really not good for him to make others worry and make others go to bed hungry without food. So Gu Liang quickly gave half of the rice in his bowl to his mother's bowl before her mother served it.

After breakfast, Gu Liang washed the heavy building he dug yesterday. After all, it still needs to be dried for sale. In this weather, it will easily rot if it is not dried.

Most of Gu Liangcai's medicinal materials are brought back and dried directly before being sold. This is because he is actually a half-dabbler and has not learned professionally. He only knows a rough idea of ​​the preparation method, but he only knows the details and operations of the preparation. not much. For example, the processing of Polygonatum sibiricum previously dug requires a complicated process of nine steaming and nine drying, so he sells it directly after drying.

Because his family was still very busy today, Gu Liang did not go to town to sell medicinal materials. But this time he is not just sitting around at home with nothing to do. All he needs to do now is print paper money for the Chinese Ghost Festival which will be held in a few days.

Gu Liang had not seen this kind of work for almost twenty years. He had only seen his grandma printing paper money at home when he was very young. Later, with the advent of machines, there was electronic money printing, which was cheap and fast, so no one would print money manually one after another.

This is a square piece of yellow mounted paper. Gu Liang needs to stamp it nine times with his seal before he has finished printing one piece. What devastated Gu Liang the most was that what he printed was not one or two sheets, nor ten or one hundred sheets, but a small mountain made of thin, translucent yellow paper. Gu Liang estimated that there were thousands of sheets. , this is what Gu Liang guessed from Xiaoli.

Gu Liang had been printing for less than two-quarters of an hour before his wrists became sore and swollen and uncomfortable. After all, people need to operate constantly like a machine. But even though Gu Liang's wrists were already sore, the pile of yellow mounting paper seemed to be motionless and still so high.

For people like Gu Liang who don't like to do the same thing repeatedly, this is tantamount to torture, printing one by one, one by one, for who knows how long it will take until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.

Gu Liang couldn't bear the tiredness of his wrists anymore, so he approached Mrs. Gu. He didn't expect Mrs. Gu to help him. After all, there were too many other tasks at home. He asked Mrs. Gu if she could stop printing and go directly to the town to buy the ones printed by others. But Gu

The old lady insisted that this was paper money for the ancestors, and that it must be printed by the family, and that the ancestors could use it after burning it.

Gu Liang was so confused that he didn't know where the old lady had heard this feudal superstition from. If you can only spend the paper money printed by your own descendants, and can't spend the paper money printed by others, then how can the ancestors use this money in the underground? I give you money after buying something, but I can spend this money, and you can't spend it after you take it, so what's the point of earning this money?

Gu Liang had no choice but to continue to operate his hands, and his hands were about to smoke.

Gu Liang was not the only one who smoked with his hands, there was another one, and she was Li from Jiangzhou.

Because the business was so hot, she had no time to spare before the ice jelly was sold out. Her hands never stopped, and she kept shoveling ice jelly, adding sauce, and adding small ingredients.

Li was busy here, and suddenly a hand touched her shoulder, which scared her so much that she thought that the gangster had taken a fancy to her and was teasing her. She was ready to swing the big soup spoon in her hand.

She turned around and saw that it was her own brother Li Dezi. Li was shocked and said, "Brother, what are you doing? You scared me and didn't even call me when I came."

Li Dezi said impatiently, "I called you just now, but you didn't hear me. I'm too lazy to call you again. Give me the food you brought. I'm hungry!"

Li was busy serving ice jelly to customers at this time, and she couldn't spare her hands, so she said to Li Dezai, "I brought two white flour cakes, which are in the bag below. Take them yourself!"

Li Dezi was a little impatient. He felt that he worked so hard every day, but his sister didn't help him take them out. She only thought about doing business and didn't care about his brother's stomach at all, even though his sister made him fine white flour cakes that ordinary people could hardly eat.

He squatted down and weakly opened the bundle hidden in the innermost part. There were some white bread and some coarse bread in it. He took all the white bread at once, a total of five. After taking them, he found a big purse next to him. Driven by curiosity, he opened it as well. After opening it, he took a deep breath. Unexpectedly, there was a purse full of money in it.

So after taking the white bread, he was also ready to take the purse away. After all, when Li was at home, her money was all hers.

At this time, Li had just finished serving a wave of customers and had some free time. She wondered why her brother took so long to take the white bread, so she looked at her brother.

Li saw at a glance that her brother was holding five white flour cakes in his hand. She felt that her brother was a bit shameless, so she scolded him hurriedly, "Can you finish so many by yourself? Didn't I ask you to take two? You took them all. Your brother-in-law and his family won't eat them. You thought that you took them all by yourself, leaving only the coarse flour cakes."

And Li Dezai said very dissatisfiedly, "What's wrong with me taking a few more? Aren't they all made by you? You are my sister. Without you, they can't even eat coarse flour cakes. Give them all to me. I will give some to my new friends to eat."

At this moment, Li felt that her brother was so shameless. First, she was already married and was not considered a family. Second, if it weren't for the Gu family, how could she come here to do business, and how could her brother get free food? And third, he would rather give it to his new friends than to his brother-in-law.

The more Li thought about it, the angrier she became, so she was ready to take it back. Just as she was about to take it back, she saw the purse in her brother's other hand. She recognized the purse at a glance. It was the thing she held every night when she slept. She would recognize it even if it was burned to ashes.