Food for the people

Qiao Yu didn't suffer from insomnia all night as he thought. He didn't even think about the second half of the night before he was overwhelmed by the drowsiness and fell asleep in the sun.

It was only when Qiao Ling tiptoedly put his hand on his nose that he woke up.

Seeing him open his eyes, Qiao Ling hurriedly retracted his hand.

Qiao Yu glanced at him sleepily.

"Why? Are you afraid that I will not think about suicide?"

Qiao Ling rolled his eyes and said, "I've boiled the water, do you want to go out and have a look today?"

Qiao Yu instinctively wanted to shake his head, but he held back. He has been nestled in bed for three days, except to go to the bathroom, he didn't even come out of the room. On the one hand, it was because "Qiao Sheng" was so lingering and sick for too long that he was weak. On the other hand, he uses this house to escape the reality he doesn't want to face.

But last night, he had already talked about it, no matter how coquettish he is, he is not shameful, and he can't escape for a lifetime and live on a child, it's not embarrassing enough to say it.

Qiao Yu turned over and lifted the quilt.

Then I shivered from the cold air of the twelfth lunar month, and hurriedly covered the quilt again.

"Quick, pass me the clothes."

Qiao Yu huddled under the quilt and put on the jacket, then studied it for a long time in a daze, then fastened the extremely cumbersome buttons on the outer robe and got up.

The brazier in the room has been extinguished, and the sun shines through the paper-covered windows, turning into balls of blurred and bright light. A breath of cold winter air feels refreshingly cool, but I don’t know if it’s because of a psychological effect, Joe Yu felt that the air he inhaled was extraordinarily clean, indescribably refreshing.

This is probably the feeling of being a human again in the legend.

Qiao Yu smacked her lips, feeling that she was very hypocritical.

This body is worse than what Qiao Yu imagined. Yesterday he went in and out twice and seemed to be fine. Today, when he was exposed to the sun, he felt a little dizzy for no reason. In the end, he was still a sick child.

He grabbed Qiao Ling: "Quick, help me, I'm dizzy."

Qiao Ling held his hand hard, fearing that he would fall down.

Qiao Yu took several deep breaths before recovering.

Then he touched his stomach desperately under Qiao Ling's strange gaze, and it was pitiful that he didn't have any extra flesh, let alone the abdominal muscles that Qiao Yu had spent more than half a year training.

He sighed again, and before he had time to lament the abs he said would be gone, Qiao Ling had already helped him into the kitchen.

The kitchen is on the south side of the yard. Qiao Yu came here once last night when he came to get the pot and meat, but at that time he lit an oil lamp, and he couldn’t see anything clearly except the piece in front of him, so he didn’t look carefully. Finally, I took a serious look at it, but found that there was really nothing to see.

An earthen stove, a half-person-high wooden cabinet, and a pile of dry firewood in the corner are all the things in this kitchen.

Qiao Yu couldn't help feeling sad again.

He wasn't so sad when he ate the last piece of meat in the house yesterday.

He spent a lot of money to buy a complete kitchen in his house, and it's okay to bring half of the things.

Qiao Ling let go of his hand, trotted out and brought back a wooden basin, took half a basin of cold water and put it beside the stove, scooped a ladle of water from the pot on the stove and mixed it in, stretched out his hand to touch it and look back at him.

"Wash it, I'll wash the rice and cook porridge."

Qiao Yu grabbed Qiao Ling, "Farewell, I'll come, I'm sorry to ask you to do it even after I'm done."

Qiao Ling looked up at him: "Do you know where the rice is at home?"

Qiao Yu looked back at the cupboard, "Isn't it in there?"

Qiao Ling pursed her lips: "There are rats in the stove, if you put them in there, they will bite through the cabinet together."

Qiao Yu was shocked again, the house was completely empty, and there were still mice.

Qiao Ling had pushed away his hand and ran out again. When he came back, he was carrying a cloth bag, probably rice.

While Qiao Yu was washing his face, Qiao Ling had scooped up the rice and poured it into the pot, then added two ladlefuls of water, and covered the lid.

He quickly added firewood to the stove hole, and blew into it twice with the torch.

The skilled Qiao Yu couldn't help but want to sigh.

When the rice soup started bubbling and bubbling, Qiao Ling got up and took a bowl from the cupboard, and picked two pickled radishes from an inconspicuous jar in the corner.

"Kimchi? Did you pickle it yourself?"

Qiao Yu leaned over and opened the jar and smelled it. The sour aroma was overflowing. Besides the radish that Qiao Ling had picked up just now, there was more than half of a broken cabbage. It seemed that it had just been soaked in it, and it looked very fresh.

Qiao Ling paused for a moment: "No, brother pickled it."

Qiao Yu coughed: "Well, I'm sorry."

"fine."

Qiao Ling replied without raising his head, and lifted the lid of the cabinet, revealing the kitchen knife and chopping board hidden inside.

Qiao Yu stopped Qiao Ling's hand before he took the knife.

"I'll come. Don't worry about the job of knife crafting. I'm sure I'm better at it than you."

Qiao Yu rolled up his sleeves, turned the rough but sharp kitchen knife upside down, and cut it up and down.

Fortunately, although the body is no longer his, the feel is still there.

The sour and crispy radish was cut into slices by him several times, and then cut upside down into shreds. The uniform thickness seemed to be made from a mold. Qiao Ling looked directly at it.

"How? Better than you."

As soon as Qiao Yu said that, she felt that she was quite worthless, and she actually started to embarrass herself in front of a half-grown child.

Qiao Ling nodded vigorously, then his expression darkened again.

"My brother can't cook, my father said, his hands are born to use a pen to settle accounts."

Qiao Yu also fell silent, and then put the shredded sour radish into the bowl, and asked casually: "Your family, I mean what is going on with Qiao's family now, can you tell me?"

In just one meal, Qiao Yu had a clear understanding of what happened to Qiao Ling.

Simple and easy to say.

It's nothing more than the death of both parents and the family's fortunes.

It can be said to be tortuous, and it is indeed tortuous.

Although the Qiao family was originally not a big family, they were running a small business at the foot of the emperor, and they still had some savings in their hands. Therefore, the two sons of the Qiao family never lived a life of shrinking clothes and dieting, but they were all When the backbone of the Qiao family was still there.Since Mr. Qiao and his wife passed away unexpectedly, all the big and small matters of the Qiao family have fallen on the head of the eldest son, Qiao Sheng. Unfortunately, Qiao Sheng was not born to do business, and he was still young, so he didn't know much about the world. It's transparent, the business can't go on in two years, and the people who work in Qiao's house also dispersed after coming and going.The Qiao family originally moved to the capital from other places. They only knew that their hometown was in Yanzhou, but they didn't know any relatives in their hometown. Therefore, Qiao Sheng and Qiao Ling were almost the only ones left in the Qiao family.After the shop closed, Qiao Sheng blamed himself every day for not being optimistic about the family property left by his parents. He was originally in poor health, but later he simply fell ill. In order to treat his illness, Qiao Ling asked Mr. Qiao The old friend sold the big yard left by his parents and the last savings, and bought them a dilapidated old house in a remote place, but he still failed to heal Qiao Sheng, and it was still in the cold winter weather I swallowed.

Then Qiao Yu came.

Qiao Ling stopped talking, and Qiao Yu sighed aggrievedly.

Then he couldn't help but patted Qiao Ling's head again.

"Your brother has also been ill for a long time. Where did you get your food?"

Qiao Ling reached out and touched his neck, and pulled out a piece of jade the size of a thumb.

Qiao Yu didn't have much research on jade, and he couldn't tell if it was worth money. He only knew that the carving was quite beautiful. From the front, it looked like a gourd with a small top and a big bottom, and the word "Ling" was neatly carved on the back.

"Brother asked him to pawn off his piece of jade, and exchanged it for a few taels of silver."

Then it took most of the winter, even the money for the medicine and the money for the meal.

"Is there any money at home?"

Qiao Yu asked casually, and then felt that it was inappropriate to ask too directly.

But Qiao Ling nodded very naturally and said, "There are still dozens of pennies in the pot under the bed."

Qiao Yu didn't know exactly how much a few dozen wen was, but he was relieved to have some money at home, at least he wouldn't be unable to eat until he figured out what to do.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiao Ling bit his lip, untied the jade around his neck, and carefully pushed it in front of Qiao Yu.

"If you think it's not enough, pawn this too."

Qiao Yu came back to her senses, and pushed the jade back to Qiao Ling with a very strong attitude.

"Take it, wait until you really can't afford to eat, and you trust me too much, are you not afraid that I will take your jade and run away?"

After all, it can be exchanged for some money, Qiao Ling wears it next to the body like a baby, and if you let him do it, you can do it?

Qiao Ling's face turned pale, and he remained silent.

Qiao Yu sighed again: "Don't worry, I keep my word. If I say I won't abandon you, I will definitely not abandon you. You don't have to please me like this. Besides, I don't know anything about this world, and I still have a lot to count on you. Do not be afraid."

Qiao Ling remained silent, but tied the jade gourd around his neck again.

The two of them were speechless for a while, Qiao Yu thought about it, and then asked something else.

"Last time I was confused and seemed to ask you which dynasty you are now, please tell me again, I don't remember."

Qiao Ling nodded.

"It is now the 19th year of Tongshun, the country is named Central, and the place where we are located is called Hanyang City, which is the capital of the Central State."

"Wait, Yangguo?" Qiao Yu thought about it with the little historical knowledge left in his mind. This is definitely not any of the long history of China.

He appeared in a historical country where there was no trace at all.

In a more literary way, it's called overhead.

The advantage is that he can die at will without worrying about changing the trajectory of history.

But in Qiao Yu's view, those who change the course of history are big figures. He has no such ambition or ability at all. If he can eat and drink enough and not go hungry, he is thankful.

So now for the bad.

The downside is that the only bit of historical knowledge he has left is likely to be useless, and he has achieved a real sense of blindness.

Qiao Yu sneered, and raised his middle finger to the air expressionlessly.