The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

Of course, there will be no director rushing over to deliver the script. Jiang Ning finally thought about it and decided to change his address: "Old man, my brother is sick, do you have Jiang here?"

The old man tied the fence slowly, as if he didn't hear it. Jiang Ning waited and waited. Just when he wondered if the old man was too old and a little deaf, the old man stood up holding the fence, turned around with no face He glanced at him with an expression, then lowered his head again, and thrust the fence stake in his hand into the soil with great effort.

It was probably because he was getting old and unable to do what he wanted. The old man tried several times, but the fence stakes were only a couple of points into the ground, and they fell crookedly as soon as he let go.

Jiang Ning smiled and said, "Let me help you." As he spoke, he took a step forward to pick up the fence stake in the old man's hand.

After all, Jiang Ning is a young man, this kind of thing is simply a trivial matter for him, he inserted the fence neatly with a little effort, and helped the old man tidy the fence by the way.

Only then did the old man raise his head and look at him, and finally said respectfully: "Wait." His accent was very strange, and it sounded a bit obscure. Although the intonation was not quite right, Jiang Ning still understood what he meant. , I feel lucky.

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around slowly and entered the yard. Jiang Ning was waiting outside. The wait lasted for half an hour. Just when he wondered in his heart whether the old man had released his pigeons, the gate creaked open. , the old man came out with a steaming bowl of ginger soup and handed it to him.

Jiang Ning spurned his idea just now, took the ginger soup, thanked him, and walked back and forth briskly, hoping that Han Zhiyuan would not be burned stupid.

Before he got close to the house, he heard Han Zhiyuan calling his name: "Jiang Ning! Jiang Ning!"

He hurried over and said in his mouth, "I'm here, what's the matter?"

Seeing him, Han Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "Where have you been?"

"I'll talk about it later, you drink this first." Jiang Ning handed him the ginger soup.

"What is this?" Han Zhiyuan stared hesitantly at the slightly yellowed bowl of steaming water.

"Jiangtang, I think you have a fever, and you got it from an old man." Jiang Ning explained.

After hearing this, Han Zhiyuan drank the ginger soup, and then asked, "Is there anyone living in the village?"

"Yes," Jiang Ning took the empty bowl, and said, "There is only one old man." If the old man had relatives, he probably wouldn't have come out to take care of the vegetable fields by himself at such an old age.

Han Zhiyuan had a low-grade fever, so he couldn't hurry on his way. Besides, they didn't have any destination yet. Jiang Ning felt that it would be fine to stop here for a few days. Maybe he could build a good relationship with the old man and get to know this place better.

Sitting on the stone pier in front of the door, the bright sunshine is falling, the autumn wind is blowing, and the shadows of the trees are whirling. Jiang Ning looks at this beautiful autumn scene and feels a little worried.

"What's wrong?" Han Zhiyuan asked.

Jiang Ning patted the wooden chair beside him, beckoning him to sit down, and then said: "I think if the world is regarded as ancient China, we are probably in the north, because generally speaking, only the north Talent is sleeping on the kang, and the plague is spreading here again, we should go south next."

Han Zhiyuan nodded in agreement, and Jiang Ning said: "I think the biggest problem now is how to get there. It's too unrealistic to rely on two legs. Besides, it's autumn now, and winter in the north comes early. There will be one or two more months. The weather should be colder, and it will be even more difficult to move."

These problems are indeed the most important ones that lie in front of the two of them. After thinking for a long time, the two of them can't find a solution. In the end, they can only reach a consensus on taking one step at a time.

"We were wrong. In fact, there should be more difficult problems now." Han Zhiyuan said suddenly.

The next second, their stomachs rang at the same time, and Jiang Ning took it for granted: "Yes."

Seriously, they haven't eaten for more than 20 hours. If they ignored this because of the tense situation, now that they mention it, the overwhelming hunger in their stomachs is simply unbearable. Stomach acid seems to melt the stomach wall.

Han Zhiyuan just drank a bowl of ginger soup, at least he could hold on, he stood up, looked around for a while, and said, "I'll see if I can get something to eat."

About an hour later, Han Zhiyuan came back, took a bowl in his hand, handed it to Jiang Ning, and said succinctly: "Eat."

The rough porcelain bowl, with a few gaps missing, was filled with a bowl of warm corn porridge, and a unique fragrance of rice wafted out, Jiang Ning felt that his gastric juices had started to churn crazily , almost crawling out along the throat.

In the past, he never thought that one day he would drool over a bowl of white porridge.

"Have you eaten?" Jiang Ning asked him holding the bowl.

"I've already eaten, eat quickly." Han Zhiyuan tugged at the collar of his shirt, urging with a relaxed expression.

Jiang Ning took a few gulps, and half a bowl of corn porridge was missing. Holding back his churning stomach, he passed the bowl over and said, "I'm full, eat the rest."

Han Zhiyuan stared at him in disbelief, with a dazed expression on his face, his hands were still on the neckline, and he looked stupid. In the next second, he turned his head away, expressionless, and said in a cold tone: "I Don’t eat other people’s leftovers, if you don’t eat it, throw it away.”

"You really don't want to eat?" Jiang Ning turned to stare at him.

Han Zhiyuan closed his eyes, stood up, and said coldly: "Don't eat, you can pour it out."

Jiang Ning immediately stood up, held the bowl in front of his eyes, made a sad and pleading expression, and said, "Please, I really can't finish it."

Han Zhiyuan didn't expect him to come to this move, and he was stupefied again. The sudden change in painting style caught people off guard. He collected himself, looked at Jiang Ning's sincere eyes, coughed, and then reluctantly took the bowl: "In that case..."

In short, the bowl of corn porridge was finished in this way. The two looked at the rough porcelain bowl silently, a little unsatisfied, and Jiang Ning asked, "Have you gone to find that old man?"

"Hmm." Han Zhiyuan put the bowl on the stone pier, sat down, and didn't seem to want to discuss this matter much.

"You helped him chop wood." Jiang Ning's tone was affirmative.

"?" Han Zhiyuan raised his head, his face was full of expressions of how do you know.

Jiang Ning silently reached out and picked a few pieces of firewood from his hair.

Han Zhiyuan pretended not to see it, and continued: "I discussed with him, if he finishes chopping the rest of the firewood, he is willing to give us some firewood."

"This is good, at least we don't have to go hungry," Jiang Ning was very happy. He thought for a while and asked again: "How did you communicate? Can he understand?"

Han Zhiyuan cleared his throat: "After all, the new (xiao) news (shuo) for so many years is not for nothing." He changed the subject: "The old man should know a lot of words, at least he used to be a cultural person, such as a scholar of."

Jiang Ning was curious: "How do you know?"

"I went into his courtyard and saw one of his rooms. There were many books and several large bookshelves piled up in it, and judging from his accent, it was not the same as the soldiers we had seen before. Same," Han Zhiyuan analyzed: "His accent is more inclined to Mandarin. Although there are some differences in tones and individual characters, there are always a few words in common. We can barely understand each other's meaning. From this we can see , he may speak official Chinese, but those soldiers speak dialect."

After hearing what he said, Jiang Ning was a little relieved: "It seems that we have not become completely illiterate, and we can still understand a little bit of traditional characters." He said whimsically: "Maybe we can borrow a few copies from him someday. Read the book."

Han Zhiyuan agreed, he doesn't want to become illiterate at all, okay?Mr. Han always has a kind of confusion about the word illiteracy.

Since the future still looked bright, Jiang Ning relaxed, went into the house, thought about it, and searched all over his pockets. There was only a mobile phone with a black screen, which was completely useless. He thought for a while, He still put down his cell phone. Although the place has long since been deserted, as a good citizen in the 21st century, he is still not used to taking other people's things for nothing. The cell phone is a compensation for this family, and he won't be able to use it anyway.

He found a few adult men's clothes from the house. Although they were not very clean, they were wearable anyway. After all, wearing a suit and shirt outside here, walking in the crowd is equivalent to shouting, I am a different kind!I am not from your place!Then the next thing may be more bloody.

Taking advantage of the sun, Jiang Ning washed the clothes he found, found a branch to dry, and looked at his results, refreshed and very satisfied.

Han Zhiyuan put one hand behind his head, watched him busy inside and out, spit out the grass stalks in his mouth, stood up and walked outside, Jiang Ning remembered that he was going to chop firewood for the old man, and followed him to prepare together past.

"What are you following me for?" Han Zhiyuan soon discovered his existence.

"I'll just wander around." Jiang Ning argued.

Han Zhiyuan looked up at the sky: "I just went there for convenience."

Jiang Ning said with an innocent face: "Then you go, it will be bad if you suffocate it. I guess there is no cure for this kind of place."

Han Zhiyuan: "..."

He had no choice but, after being forced to urinate, he finally arrived at the gate of the old man's yard, and he did not forget to persuade Jiang Ning: "Go back, I'm not used to you being by my side."

"Just don't look at me." Jiang Ning looked sincere and knocked on the door for him.

People who don't know the reason for this conversation thought they were going to do something bad when they heard it.

What else did Han Zhiyuan want to say, the door opened with a creak, and the old man appeared at the door with a blank expression, slowly raised his eyelids and glanced at them, seeing that there was one more person, he didn't speak, but turned sideways to signal them to go in .

The yard is not big, everything is neatly arranged, and the doors and windows are open. It is estimated that the old man wants to let the wind out and get rid of the moisture. The table is densely packed with all kinds of books.

Han Zhiyuan was sweating profusely beside him, thinking depressingly, what a mess...