In the Northern Song Dynasty, the third year of Jiayou, Jinghu South Road.

The red sun sets westward, and the weeds hang on the setting sun.

Year of disaster.

Hungry.

Chen Yuansheng lay on the ground, and the weeds passed through his ears and covered his body. He was very hungry, so hungry that he didn't have the strength to get up.

"Zhou, master, we are like this, and we can't go down the mountain. Even if a caravan comes, we can't stop us." Wang Er, who was lying beside Chen Yuansheng, said in a slight voice, "Why don't we eat dirt? I recognize this, Guanyin soil, you won't be hungry after eating it."

"Eat dirt? Do you want to die?" Chen Yuansheng tilted his head and gritted his teeth at Wang Er, who was already hungry and a little swollen, "With me here, no one of you can die.

Eat! Find something to eat!

Huzi, go and see the condom we have put on, do you want to cover things?

Futong, you continue to look for the mouse cave, and you have found all the rats and food in the cave.

Xiaoyu, Fengzi, you two go to fetch water and boil water.

Xu Jiang, you will take the remaining brothers to dig grass roots, wild vegetables, and pick up branches.

One hour later, before the sun sets, no matter what harvest you get, you will go back to the village to gather.

With me here, no one of you wants to die!”

The roar used all Chen Yuansheng's strength. He was exhausted and barely turned over. He smelled the fishy smell of the soil, looked at the setting sun hanging by the mountain through the weeds, his face full of reluctance.

His name is Chen Yuansheng, and he is a time traveler. He was born a thousand years later and had a copycat factory.

Inexplicably, he traveled through time, traveling a thousand years ago and became a veritable copycat leader.

Sexy and sex? Drink a big bowl of wine? Eat a large piece of meat?

Don’t think about it. You mainly farm in the village. You can barely have enough food and clothing in ordinary years. In this year’s disaster year, filling your stomach will be a problem.

Forget it, I don’t think about that much, collecting food is important.

Chen Yuansheng, who had been resting for a while, recovered a little, and he turned over and climbed up with his arm on the ground, his eyes swept across the land, looking for any edible ingredients.

The sky was getting darker, and the weak village people gathered together to take stock of their harvest.

Hu Zi trapped a pheasant, Fu Tong found three kilograms of miscellaneous grains, captured five rats alive, Xiaoyu and Fengzi picked up two large tanks of water, Xu Jiang and the remaining brothers collected a small pile of grass-root wild vegetables.

Chen Yuansheng put down the wild vegetables in his hand and sighed. It seemed that there were a lot of these foods, but they were not much more distributed to ten people.

Make fire, boil water, and cook.

Unlike modern urban nights where neon lights are always bright, Chen Yuansheng’s current territory has no fire within a mile of fire except for the fire in the village.

"Huzi, this is yours, Futong, yours..." Chen Yuansheng distributed food, a wooden rice spoon, and shook the mixed grains and rice made of firewood from the pottery jar, placed it in a pottery bowl, and handed it to the two of them.

Hu Zi took Tao Wan, but Futong didn't answer. He was holding a worn-out knife with a black and black color that could not be seen, and the mice he caught were broken open.

This is a technical job, you can't be distracted. It doesn't mean you can just make out the pitiful rat meat. You must also ensure that the mouse skin is intact and the internal organs are intact.

If the whole process is put on humans, it will be torture that exterminates human nature. Skinning and cramping are extremely cruel. However, now it is just a mouse, and it is difficult for humans to survive. Who cares about the mouse?

"Futong, don't deal with it first. Eat, you have a fine job and you can't hurry. Eat first and don't be hungry," said Chen Yuansheng.

"Okay." Futong, who was taciturn and silly, responded. He put down the rat's corpse in his hand and wanted to hold the bowl and chopsticks.

Chen Yuansheng looked at his bloody hands and said, "Futong, wash your hands with warm water first, so that eating is unhygienic."

Hygiene is not familiar to the people in the village and is quite unfamiliar with it. It is a word proposed by the young master Chen Yuansheng.

Although it is a new word, it is not surprising that the people in the village are the people in the village. Because Chen Yuansheng, including the dead old village owner, can only read the word. He reads the new term from the book, and it will not surprise him at all.

"Yes." Fu Tong used a scoop made of half a gourd, scooped some boiling water, mixed the cold water in the water tank, and washed his hands silently.

Chen Yuansheng served everyone the rice. After serving it, he picked up his bowl, "Eat it all. We are lucky today. I caught a pheasant and a few rats. It is rare to eat meat. Everyone."

The atmosphere was depressing. Except for Chen Yuansheng, no one else spoke, and everyone was eating silently.

An unknown beast roared not far away.

Seeing that everyone had eaten, Chen Yuansheng started eating himself. He had been forcing himself to force himself, and he was very hungry, as hungry as others, so hungry that he didn't want to talk. But if he didn't even speak and encourage him, then the fate of the group would be really worrying.

The chicken soup has been stewed for a long time, and the pheasant meat is not easy to boil. Compared to a small pheasant, the soup pot looks too big.

This was deliberately arranged by Chen Yuansheng. The hunger the more people eat. A pheasant with a small body, not to mention three or two people eating, even one person will not eat enough.

In order to make everyone feel the meaty smell, there is no way to cook a large pot of soup.

Hot soup warms the body and rice fills the stomach.

After dinner, everyone recovered some strength and the conversation gradually started.

Everyone chats and talks, there are no unattainable ideals, they are all down-to-earth and fragmentary things.

Xu Jiang looked at the churning chicken soup in the pot, swallowed his saliva and said, "I would have lived a day of full food and warm clothes every day. What do you like the most?"

Hu Zi said in a naive voice, "I like the kind of big meat buns made of finely ground white flour the most. When I was fleeing famine, I was so envious of the young master who ate this. That fragrance, that smell, would be great if I could eat it one day..."

As Hu Zi spoke, he closed his eyes and imagined a big, white, fragrant and hot meat bun in front of him.

Wang Er looked at Hu Zi's appearance and laughed, "Hu Zi, do you think this is possible? You still want to eat white noodles. I will be content if I can eat 60% full every day. If I can live longer, save some money, marry a woman, and have a child, it would be even better."

"Yes, yes, marry a wife and have children. I am the only one left in our Liu family. If I don't have children, the Liu family will be the last one." Fengzi agreed with Wang Er's words.

"I want to marry a wife, too..."

"I want to!"

"I want to." The same sound sounded from different places.

But Futong didn't say anything. He sat quietly in the corner, using the fire to break down several rats he found and killed by himself.

Chen Yuansheng looked at the deep and boundless starry sky, listened to their words, and secretly made up a decision...

We must let more people live!

No one is a number on paper, he is a living person. Anyone is working hard to survive and has the right to survive.

The next day, Chen Yuansheng woke up early. Although he had been sleeping for a few days, this straw bed was still uncomfortable when he lay on it. I don’t know if he was allergic to it, but there was a small red dot on his skin.

The blue birds sing in the green, and the fir birch sprouts.

The sun is rising, and one or two dew drops are hung on the withered weeds.

Before dawn, Chen Yuansheng carried a hoe and walked towards the backyard of the village. The old village owner buried some gold there. Today, Chen Yuansheng wanted to dig them out and exchange them for food in the city to alleviate the food crisis in the village.

The reason I dug it today is because Chen Yuan's consciousness was a little blurred two days before his death. It was not until last night that he remembered the old village owner burying gold.

After being hungry for a few days, Chen Yuansheng was a little weak, and his movements of waving his arms and swinging the hoe were a little frivolous.

Just as he failed the first time and was about to take the second time, a voice suddenly sounded behind him. "Zhouzhu! What are you doing?"

Chen Yuansheng turned around in the voice and saw Wang Er behind him, "Erlang is you, why did you get up so early and don't sleep for a while."

Chen Yuansheng said, hiding the hoe behind him, and the movement range was as small as possible to avoid Wang Er's intention to see what he was trying to hide.

"I'm still hungry. I'm awake. I'm thinking about whether I can see what to eat..." Wang Er scratched his head with one hand and touched his belly with the other hand, and said shyly. Halfway through, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He looked at the hoe behind Chen Yuansheng and reacted, "Master, why are you doing with the hoe? Do you want to dig..."

"That's not possible! I can't let you do this, the leader of the village." Wang Er's voice suddenly rose. "The old leader of the village is said. This is his lifeblood. Even if he dies, he cannot dig it out casually. Until the leader of the village has achieved success and can take the imperial examination, he can only use the money to buy a clean family."

Chen Yuansheng was stunned. The rabbit would indeed bite when he was anxious. Unexpectedly, Wang Er, who usually spoke quite hard, was anxious and spoke so quickly.

He sighed, put down his hoe, looked at Wang Er and said, "Erlang, we can't survive now. People are starving to death, what's the use of participating in the imperial examination?"

Wang Er was speechless. He was silent for a while before saying, "I don't care, the old village leader is right!"

"Yes, he is right. Learn civil and martial arts and sell it to the imperial family. But our mountains are high and the emperor is far away. Even if we are really talented, we will not be able to see the emperor without going through the difficulties, let alone most of them die halfway." Chen Yuansheng said halfway as if he answered Wang Er and halfway as if he was talking to himself.

He raised his head and looked at the rising sun, pretending to be relaxed, "Forget it, I won't dig it for now, I'm probably awake. I'll tell you about this and see what everyone's opinions are."

"Oh." Wang Er felt that Chen Yuansheng had given up digging gold, and his heart was relieved. He was slightly swollen and turned back to his original dull appearance.

Chen Yuansheng and Wang Er, who was following him, returned to the main courtyard of the Shanzhai step by step, five or seven steps.

Everyone else woke up and started to get busy step by step.

Xiaoyu and Fengzi continued to use yesterday's pot to boil the miscellaneous grains found by Futong yesterday.

Another stove in the same stove was placed with another jar containing chicken soup. The soup inside was not hot yet, and a layer of yellow and white solidified oil flowers floated on it.

Xu Jiang and others washed the wild vegetables they picked in the morning and threw them into the soup pot.

Futong continued to deal with rat skin and chicken feathers pulled from pheasant corpses.

"Futong, have you done the one I asked you to deal with yesterday?" Chen Yuansheng walked to Futong and asked.

"Okay." Futong answered simply, turned around and returned to the warehouse, took out three two-fingered fingers, sharpened one end, and used smoked wooden poles.

Chen Yuansheng took a hand and held it, lifted it up and tried to stab it. It is worthy of being a veteran's work. It has the right center of gravity and can easily make people use their strength.

"Futong, after dinner, you will look for food and check if there are any suitable ingredients and replace all the weapons we copy for this."

"good."

"Zhouzhu, the porridge is ready!" Xiaoyu shouted.

"I understand!" Chen Yuansheng replied, then clapped his hands hard and said, "Everyone put down the work on his hands first and had a meal. By the way, I have something to say to you."
To be continued...