The whole family travels through time: escape from famine! No cheat codes yet!

Chapter 299 Jiang Taigong Fishing

The other two daughters-in-law also brought their daughters to thank Li Jingshu and his family. In ancient farming families, even though the living conditions in Tangjia Village were good, their life was also very comfortable compared to other villages.

But the supplies were scarce, and there were only a few kinds of vegetables to eat. It was not like later times, when you could get whatever you wanted to eat by airlifting it from abroad.

So I learned more about how to eat wild vegetables, and I also heard about the various benefits of eating ground ivy. The key is that it can also treat night blindness.

What’s more, they didn’t hide anything and taught several cooking methods in detail.

You have to know that these days if you want to learn something from someone, you have to become a disciple!

So Tang Xinniang, who didn't sleep well last night, called the parents of the girls who followed Shen Youyou and the others to cook.

After all, she was really embarrassed to come to the house by herself.

Of course, it is impolite not to reciprocate!

Li Jingshu and the others were not stingy. They gave each of them a few pieces of freshly made jelly and steamed cake, and told them how to eat them.

Tang Xinniang and the others evaded the request: "How can we do this? We came here to express our gratitude and are now taking things back."

Mrs. Hua also said generously: "Why thank me? Your daughters can come and play more often when they have time. We have many daughters in our family. Just take this and come back to eat it when you like."

Cui Fen also echoed: "You're welcome. When it's hot, eating jelly and steamed cakes can whet your appetite. You can also put them in deep well water to cool them down. As our Yoyo says, it will make you feel cool and happy."

The second daughter-in-law of Mr. Shen, Old Zhang:

"It's also delicious to mix a cucumber with cold dishes. Then heat a little oil in a pot with Sichuan peppercorns and add some vinegar, garlic and salt. It's very refreshing. When we were fleeing famine, the owner of the post station where we stayed made it this way. It's almost become their signature dish."

When Shen Yingzi and the other girls heard that Tang Xin was here, they also made time to invite her over: "Tang Xin, come and play when you have time. Even if our sister is not at home, you can still come to see us. We'd like to ask you to take us to pick mushrooms later!"

On the east side of the river, the two groups were having a great time, and the scene was as harmonious as it could be.

On the west side of the river, it was almost noon, the sun was scorching, and the heat was rolling.

Another five men replaced the five men who had just cut the weeds, waving their sickles, and one by one, large tracts of weeds fell down, lining up on the left.

Shen Mazi wiped the sweat off his face and neck with a wet cloth, and sighed to Shen Zhichun who was gulping down water beside him: "If you were standing on the mountain and looking down now, the weeds would fall to the ground piece by piece. That would be a very pleasant scene."

He didn't know the word "decompression", otherwise he would definitely use this word to describe it.

In fact, the spectacular view is not only seen from the west side of the mountain, but also from the people of Tangjia Village who are busy in their own fields, because the fields are very close to where Shen Zhiqiu and his team are reclaiming wasteland, separated only by a river.

I also took that magical scene deeply into my eyes.

His mouth was wide open and didn't close for a long time.

Master Tang Wu finally managed to close his mouth, which was about to fall apart, and asked his second son, "Second son, am I dazzled? Why are they cutting the grass so fast? It's like they were blown down by the wind."

Of course, this is definitely an exaggeration, but the speed at which something like a sickle can cut grass is definitely not to be underestimated.

Even in later times, when lawn mowing on major grasslands was mechanized, there were still many small grasslands that chose to use sickles for harvesting.

Not to mention now, it is definitely a magical artifact among magical artifacts.

His second son did not answer immediately because he was also rubbing his eyes. How could those few people just wave their hands so easily and make the whole area of ​​thatch fall down?

The key is that you don’t have to bend over or hold the thatch with your hands; the movements are so clean and neat.

"This...this...Dad, I seem to be dazzled too."

It wasn't just them. Several other people from Tangjia Village who were working hard on the riverbank in the river, inadvertently looked up and saw this scene. They all widened their eyes and opened their mouths, and they didn't even notice that the tools in their hands had fallen out of their hands.

Tang Laoqi's eldest son's eyes were full of disbelief. He was already in a state of panic. "What kind of tools are those people holding? I have never seen such powerful things in my life. They are so useful for cutting grass. What will it be like to harvest wheat and rice in autumn?"

His third brother, who was only a teenager this year, also had bright eyes. "Using this thing to harvest will definitely increase the speed of autumn harvest by two or three times. Think about the autumn harvest in previous years. We worked so hard. How much effort can we save by using that tool?"

Tang Laoqi's eldest son, the sweat on his forehead flowed into his eyes, he was reluctant to blink, staring at the sickle that drew the arc: "Go, third brother, you go and inform our father, inform the head of the village, I will go find Jiugong."

Apparently he was not the only one who had this idea. Didn’t he see that many people suddenly moved and ran towards the village. Some were so anxious that they fell down and when they got up they were reluctant to even brush off the dust and continued to run forward.

Soon, the other side of the river was filled with people from Tangjia Village who came to watch.

They whispered to each other and exclaimed in surprise.

But his eyes could not be taken away from the magical tool and the fallen straw.

My heart was filled with surprise and longing for this unknown tool, imagining:

It’s harvest time. The sun shines on the golden wheat fields. The breeze blows and the wheat waves roll.

They held sickles in their hands and swung the tool smoothly. Every time they swung the sickle, they could accurately cut a piece of wheat.

As the sickles were swung, the wheat fell to one side and was neatly arranged waiting for them to be bundled.

The village head Tang Wenzheng supported Tang Jiugong, whose hands were shaking with excitement, and said, "Uncle Jiu, let's go over and take a look."

Tang Jiugong was also very excited, with trembling hands. He no longer needed the crutch in his other hand and walked onto the wooden bridge.

It seems that people of our great-grandfather generation all have a common problem: their legs and feet are not very agile, which all depends on their mood.

In fact, Shen Mazi and his companions had already discovered the people on the other side of the river. There were so many people in the group, and no one was blind.

Shen Zhiqiu was originally working on the iron smelting furnace, but now he has joined the ironmaking team. Although he is not strong, he has a quick mind.

Among the strong laborers of the Nine Clans, he was the fastest learner of blacksmithing.

But when Shen Zhichun came over and said, "I'm afraid Shanjian will be exposed. Hey, shouldn't we take it easy when we open up the wasteland?"

Shen Zhiqiu stopped and wiped his sweat: "Don't worry, I've been waiting for them to find out. The sickle is a good thing. I've been farming for half my life, so who wouldn't have this kind of insight?"

In fact, when he was doing it, he had already thought about the current situation, and deliberately let his eldest brother and others open up the wasteland near the river first, just waiting for the people from Tangjia Village to come to him.

After all, when you fled from famine at the beginning, you were like a beggar, and you looked like a monster. Everyone had to be on guard against you, let alone Tangjia Village.

If it were their nine clans, they might happily accept a few outsiders, but what if nearly three hundred people came at once?

Everyone has to be careful. After all, there are people who eat people while fleeing famine. Who knows what other people have experienced and done on the road?

He said hello to the others and followed his eldest brother to the river. He happened to see Tangjia Village, a large group of people, walking towards this side in a mighty manner.

The head of the village who was walking in front and the clan leader who was met at the beginning, both stood not far away, staring at Shanjian.

On the other side of the bridge, there were still people queuing up to go up the bridge. At this time, all the people from the nine tribes truly understood what a big village was.

Before Shen Zhiqiu could say anything, Tang Jiugong and Tang Lizheng grabbed one of his arms and pointed at the sickle: "Young man, what is this?"