In the years of ancient traders

"Have you fed rice porridge?"

"I've fed you."

"The wheat harvest is good this year."

"But now everything is expensive, but wheat is not soaring."

"Sister, don't be afraid. At worst, we eat wheat rice every day, or grind it into flour and eat cakes."

There was a brief silence in the room.

Song Shu opened a gap, and vaguely saw several children sitting around the simple stove surrounded by bricks in the middle of the room.Today is still hot, and the stove is empty.

It seems that the oldest girl should be Sanniang, but compared with the original owner's memory, her skin is darker and thinner.The other two who were about the same age should be Wu Niang and Liu Niang. Wu Niang lowered her head and kept silent.Unlike the other children who were born without Yeniang, she was abandoned at the age of three and sent to Widow Song's home because she had not spoken for a long time, and her family thought she was a fool.

In fact, after she grew up, everything was fine, but she didn't like to meet people and had some obstacles in communication.Song Shu suspects that she has high-functioning autism.

Contrary to her, Liu Niang talked a lot. Song Shu was awake when she scolded the old woman the day before yesterday, and her mouth was a bit sharper than the original owner's impression.Qilang was only three years old, and the original owner didn't remember much about him. Song Anan came after the original owner left. I don't know that he has grown up so much, and he is still a boy. Why is it that the family doesn't want him anymore? Is it because he doesn't like to talk?

"Forget it." Sanniang sighed, "Steam more rice."

Song Shu once read in a book that wheat is an exotic species. In ancient times, grain food was the most expensive food in the Central Plains. Corn and rice were the most popular, while wheat, which is more suitable for flour food, has long been rejected.

To be honest, Song Shu didn't think it was because of the foreign wheat, and it probably didn't taste good.Wheat is not like corn or rice, which is delicious straight from the boil, and it requires a lot of creativity.But the Central Plains does not like wheat, so the speed of creation is greatly delayed, otherwise, white steamed buns would not appear on the market until the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

According to the memory of the original owner, today is the era called the Jia Dynasty, not the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing Dynasties that Song Shu is familiar with, and the level of productivity is roughly equivalent to that of the Tang Dynasty.At that time, high beds and high chairs were not popular in the Central Plains, and most commoners sat on the ground, and even he, a patient, slept on a straw mat.

"...you have to rotate the crops, otherwise you won't be able to bear it."

"In this way, the harvest will come down again."

"Hey... Shiro doesn't know when he will wake up."

Song Shu fainted and woke up from time to time, his body seemed to be emptied these days, and he was extremely tired.

On this day, he fell into a coma throughout the day, and after regaining consciousness, he felt that his body seemed to have changed a bit.

Just as he was about to study it carefully, he was suddenly sucked into a certain space by a huge force. When he took a closer look, the scene in front of him was all too familiar—it was his farmhouse.

The fire seemed to have never happened, everything was intact, even the height of the vegetables in the field was exactly the same as before he left.

He walked through the courtyard wall of the farmhouse, and the foreground flashed before he came to a guest room.

There are tables, chairs and beds in the room.

I really want to sleep in bed.As soon as Song Shu had this idea, he felt his body go limp, and he was really lying on the bed.

I went back?Song Shu tried his best to open his eyes, but the dusty rammed earth walls still surrounded him.

Song Shu didn't know whether he was dreaming or waking up. Sometimes he returned to the farmhouse, passing through the walls recklessly, and sometimes he returned to the rammed earth house with four walls, and the bed under him was in his thoughts of "putting it back and trying it". ,Disappeared.

After lingering for a long time, he had to believe that he was indeed in the rammed earth house, and his farmhouse music was packed into a different dimension for some reason, and he could travel through it as long as he closed his eyes.All plants and dead things follow him, and living things such as guests and domesticated pigs and sheep disappear.The plants inside don't grow any more, and time stands still.

With the precedent of the bed, he tried to use his consciousness to mobilize other things in the farmhouse, such as a water glass and a chair, and when he thought about it, they appeared in front of him without any accident.After a few experiments, he can already put things in and out as he likes. What's more interesting is that the contents of the electronic products in the farmhouse can be directly presented in his mind.

For example, "Strategy of Yan X" was playing in his mind, and he could watch it as long as he closed his eyes.

Song Shu is a patient and lives alone in a room, so he is not afraid of being discovered.He tried repeatedly to play with his portable space. Although he lost the modern and convenient life, having such a golden finger didn't seem to be a bad thing.

He originally thought that he would stay alone in the farmhouse until he grew old, but now, God gave him a home in a different way.

"...Soybeans are enough for two months. I plan to sell some of the wheat I just harvested, and exchange some good millet seeds for planting next month." Song Sanniang chattered a lot, and Song Shu woke up two days ago. After the initial joy passed, she couldn't help explaining the situation at home to him one by one.

"The harvest in the past two years was not good. A Niang borrowed two stones of millet from Zhang Fu from the next village. Now the interest is rolling, and I don't know when I can pay it back."

"If this continues, I'm afraid we will have to sell the land."

Song Shu listened patiently. Sanniang had to worry so much at such a young age, and she must have accumulated a lot of pressure. Speaking out all of them would make her feel better.

"Sister, you've worked hard." Song Shu said, "It's just that there's no need to rush to sell the wheat. I want to grind it into flour to make some food. Maybe I can do some business to make some money."

The wheat at home has been exposed to the sun, so you only need to use a mill to remove the husk, and then grind it into powder before it can be used.It's just that the food made of flour is mostly unpopular, and even the wheat can't be sold at a good price.

"Can this work?" Song Sanniang was a little worried.

"What do you want to eat, brother?"

"Steam...steam..." Shichiro threw himself on his lap where he was sitting cross-legged, looking at him with a pair of big and black eyes.

"Steaming, what's so delicious about it!" Song Liuniang put on a straight face and went through the training, Qilang didn't understand why, tears welled up in his eyes.

Sanniang hurriedly stopped drinking, but Liuniang ignored her, and told Song Shu about Sanniang being proposed by Liu's family, a steamed cake shop.

Song Shu had already heard about these things in his half-dream and half-awake state. Speaking of it now, he saw Song Sanniang wanting to interrupt several times, and knew that although she was unwilling to agree to the marriage, she would not talk about it.After all, it's a girl's family, if it wasn't for their family's special circumstances, she would never be able to make decisions about this kind of matter.

"Sister, don't worry, this marriage is indeed inappropriate, so it's fine to push it off." Song Shu said.

Now he is the oldest man in the family, and the two elder brothers are away, so the burden of the head of the family naturally falls on him.If the Liu family still wants to use Song Sanniang's mind, they will probably come to him, so he will express his opinion to Sanniang first, so that she can feel at ease.

Song Shu's statement made Sanniang heave a sigh of relief.

Although she pushed firmly at the beginning, she also knew that the Liu family was a good place to go, and she might be able to help the family after marrying, but she felt aggrieved to live with such a person for the rest of her life.

"Marriage is a major event, and we must find someone who is like-minded. Even if there are conflicts in the future, we can negotiate with each other." Song Shu said.

Sanniang's eyes turned red immediately, and after a while she said: "Si Lang went out once, he really has grown up."

Song Shu panicked, but quickly calmed down.As expected, he was a little different from the original owner. Fortunately, he was able to get away with it after being away from home for a long time.

Early the next morning, many people saw Song Anan carrying wheat towards the common stone mill in the west of the village, followed by Song Liuniang.

The village was plagued by floods the year before last and locust plagues last year, but this year it was easy to have a good harvest. Everyone was delighted, but they couldn't make up their minds.

Wheat is cheap, if it is replaced by other grains, it will not last long.

If I use it to repay the food I borrowed last year, it will be a drop in the bucket.And now that I have paid it back, I don't have any food in hand. If the next season's corn harvest is not good, I am afraid that people will starve to death again.

But if you don't pay it back, the interest rate will increase, which is too much for people.

Not to mention that the perennial conscription has reduced the number of strong laborers in each family. Even if there are fields, five or six out of ten will be left unused there.

Because of these, everyone is grey-headed.

"My fourth elder brother said that we want to sell food!" Song Liuniang spoke quickly, she followed Song Anan to grind the noodles, and within a few words, she told Song Shu's plan.

Most of the surrounding villagers shook their heads.

When it comes to food made from flour, noodle pancakes are the most common, but things made from dead flour are not only hard, but also difficult to digest if eaten too much.Soup cakes are good, but there are already several stalls in the county selling them, and they don't make much money.

In addition, it is the steamed cakes from Liujia Cake Shop.This thing is made of physalis fermented dough, and it is filled with meat stuffing, so it can be sold for a good price.

It's just that meat is expensive, and most people are willing to buy it when they worship their ancestors and gods. They are used as sacrifices, and they can be tasted after the sacrifices.Even rich people don't eat too much, and they will get sores if they eat too much, so it's better to use the money to buy some rice.

Everyone was expressing their opinions, but Song Liuniang refused to accept it. She insisted that her elder brother said that if he could make money, he could make money, but when people asked her what she wanted to do, she couldn't tell.

Some people thought that the children in this room were messing around, so they left.

But some people think that although Song Shu came back, although he was down and out, he had traveled a long way, and his vision was not comparable to those of them who had only been to the county town as far away as them. Maybe he brought back some novel food from outside?

The villagers talked lively with each other, and some people offered to help Song Anan grind the noodles, and a load of wheat was quickly finished.Song Anan walked back carrying the flour, Song Liuniang chatted with her little friends, and some people were curious about Song Shu's plan, so they simply followed to see.

When we arrived at the gate of Song's house, we saw that the east room was already smoked, but Song Shu was not there, only Song Sanniang was blocking the door.

"Our Shiro brought back fresh food from the south, and we are making it right now, and we will give it to the villagers to try it out, but let's all go back now."

Sanniang's words were taught by Song Shu, and she didn't hide it, saying that there was something new, but she didn't show it to them.The villagers who followed were originally curious, but hearing this made their hearts itch even more.

But Sanniang was unmoved. Although Anan was carrying his face, his steps were nimble. He dodged through the door in twos and threes. Sanniang and Liuniang closed the door to block the curious hearts.

The author has something to say: What is Song Shu going to do?guess what wwwwww

Note: The author found out in the process of collecting data that Li Shizhen’s "Compendium of Materia Medica" records: "Those whose face is swollen with dregs can develop sores (syndrome)." , but I can’t find out what kind of symptoms it is, and why it is so. Several ancient medical books believed that flour is slightly poisonous (and that the flour in the north is non-toxic, and the flour in the south is poisonous, which is also very confusing), and the author does not understand medicine. I don't quite understand the reason, but since it is written in medical books, there must be a reason, so I still use the setting that sores can develop on sourdough fermented noodles.If there are knowledgeable readers, can you give a popular science? (???ω???)?

Thank you for your support, okay~