Chapter 29 Information Blockage
Today is the 9th day since we left Nanlin Village. The sun is still blazing in the sky, and under the scorching sun and high temperature, everyone rests during the day and travels at night.
Everyone gradually got used to this kind of traveling by day and night.
Although the journey was tiring, at present everyone had food and drink, so it was okay and no one was in danger.
Some people would inevitably murmur behind the scenes, wondering if there really was a war. As long as it was not brought to light, the village head would not bother to deal with it. They would know if they returned to the village on their own. If they wanted to leave the team, no one would stop them. The son would keep talking about this, beating the gong, all the way from the front of the team to the back, and the murmurs would disappear for a few days.
They wanted to flee together, but they were unwilling to return to the village and did not want to leave the team.
Lin Zisu and her mother were relieving themselves in the wild, whispering to each other.
"What do you think they want?"
"Just to satisfy your craving! Hurry up, it's so hot!" Shen Xianglan frowned, holding a palm-leaf fan, fanning away mosquitoes, waiting for her daughter to finish.
From the time the two siblings met their parents to the time they set out to flee with the people of Nanlin Village, they were always busy. With hundreds of people in the group, there were so many people and so many eyes that the family of four had little time and opportunity to get together and chat.
Lin Zisu had been in this world for more than half a month, and finally remembered to ask what dynasty this was. Dad replied: Dahuan Dynasty, a family of four traveled to an imaginary dynasty.
Nanlin Village in Nan County is in the north, but I don’t know where in the north it is. According to my father, none of the place names I know in my original memory are familiar.
In ancient times when information dissemination was underdeveloped, news was blocked, and the government monopolized all kinds of information, people didn't even know whether the land under their feet was the land of China.
The dynasty is fictitious, so is the environment also fictitious?
The family of four had no channels to obtain information, nor anyone to ask, so they could only analyze everything based on their original memories and the environment they were in.
There were only two scholars in the team, Zhu's son-in-law Tao Mingyuan and Lin Youcai. Lin Youcai asked Tao Xiucai but didn't get any useful information.
Ask the people in Nanlin Village? Ask where in Nanlin Village there is a certain fruit tree, where is whose field, who lives where... If you can ask, you don't need to think about the rest.
If Lin Zisu didn't have the RV navigation, she would be even more unsure. Everyone was rushing on the road like a blind man, without a map, not knowing the way, just following the official road, occasionally asking for directions when they met passers-by. They really went wherever they went.
I only know that we left Nan County two days ago, which means we are seven days away from the village. Now we are walking in other counties, and we don’t know how far we are from leaving the province.
"Mom, how long will it take to get there?" Lin Zisu held the small tent and limped behind her mother as she walked toward the team. Her feet were numb from squatting.
"How would I know? Is there any warning on your car?"
"No."
The family of four missed the days when they had mobile phones, computers, and the Internet. Even a radio would be fine, or at least a newspaper or a book would be fine. Lin Youcai was a scholar after all. He repeatedly recalled his memories, but apart from the Four Books and Five Classics and the books he needed to study for the imperial examinations, he could not find any information about the territory of the Dahuan Dynasty.
There is no way. I can only take one step at a time. I don’t know where I am now. I can only judge from the environment that I am still in the north.
The Lin family had a kang, and their food crops were mainly millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans, but no rice. According to the geographical environment of China, it was definitely in the north. In ancient times, there was also a small amount of rice cultivation in the north, but in the memories of Lin Youcai and Shen Xianglan's original body, no one grew rice where they lived.
The family of four also discovered that there were no foreign crops such as corn, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and peppers here. In the ancient history of the previous life, these foreign crops were introduced during the Ming Dynasty.
"Why did you take so long? Time to eat!" Old Mrs. Wang held a large wooden spoon in one hand and waved at the two of them with the other.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Grandma~" Lin Zisu called out to people without any psychological burden, and so did Lin Xianwen. After all, the two of them were adult souls, so this was not a problem.
The people of Nanlin Village basically had two meals a day, and it was the same on the way to escape, one liquid meal and one dry meal. They ate one meal before the journey and one meal when they rested.
The main thing is that everyone still has some food now. Although every household tries to save food, they still have to eat what they need, otherwise they won’t have the energy to travel.
We’ll talk about what happens next later.
The Lin family of more than 20 people ate the pig's entrails, chicken, duck and goose entrails, and the whole pig's head for 10 days. Each person didn't get much meat to eat every day, only a little oil and water at each meal.
For ordinary people who seldom eat meat throughout the year, it is a great life to be able to eat some meat every day.
But for a family of four, it's a bit difficult.
At first, Lin Youcai even pulled Old Lady Wang to ask for meat, but later he really didn't feel like complaining anymore. Old Lady Wang agreed to put some oil and meat in the vegetable porridge every day, so she let her do it.
I don’t know what will happen along the way. I’m afraid that without oily food, I won’t even be able to poop. It’s just a matter of having some oily food every day.
Traveling is hard enough, and traveling in hot weather is even more exhausting. Although it was nighttime, the temperature was only slightly lower than during the day, and there was no scorching sun.
Lin Zisu carried the warm vegetable porridge, sat on the straw stool, and stirred it with a small wooden spoon. She looked at the bowls of Qiuyue, Cuihe, and Xiatao next to her, and saw that there was no meat at all, but the three of them were eating with relish.
Vegetable porridge is a stew made by throwing beans, dried vegetables, millet, and sorghum rice into the pot, adding water, and adding a little salt before serving. This is a daily routine, cooking whatever is available, and cooking it thinner if you are not working, and thicker if you are working.
The difference between the vegetable porridge of the Lin family these days and the usual ones is that they add meat. Although there is not much meat, as long as there is meat, the vegetable porridge will be fat, fragrant, and taste much better.
Today, Old Lady Wang only took a piece of leg bones the size of a fist and threw them into the big pot to make vegetable porridge.
Lin Zisu looked at her bowl again and saw some bone meat. Old Lady Wang was willing to give her some meat. Of course, it was for her father's sake.
Lin Xianwen would bring snacks to share with her from time to time. It was Old Lady Wang and Old Man Lin who secretly stuffed the food into his hands and told him to eat it quietly.
Lin Zisu: . . . . .
Shen Xianglan: . . . . . .
Lin Youcai: . . . . . .
After dinner, the sun had already set and the sky gradually darkened. Everyone washed and collected what needed to be washed, ready to set off at night.
"Tonight is the 10th night road." Lin Zisu stretched her hands upwards, twisted her waist, and moved again, preparing for another night of driving. "Why is it still so hot?"
"It's autumn now! It won't be hot for long!" Shen Xianglan hugged the dried clothes and turned to look for her son, "Xianwen? Lin Xianwen!!"
"Mom, what's wrong?" Lin Xianwen walked over quickly.
"Go collect the clothesline."
"Oh."
"Why are you calling Xianwen to collect the rope? Cuihe! Xiatao! Qiuyue! You are blind. You only know how to eat, but not how to work!" Old Mrs. Wang leaned forward to listen when she heard the fourth son's wife calling her son.
"The rope is rolled up!" Shen Xianglan ignored Old Lady Wang and went to the RV to put her clothes away.
"Grandma, the sisters are busy!" Lin Zisu was really speechless.
"How dare you say that? You're just standing there doing nothing and don't even know how to work!" Old Lady Wang said, glaring at Lin Zisu.
"What? My brother can't do anything?" Lin Zisu couldn't bear it anymore.
Lin Xianwen rolled up the hemp rope and held it over, "Hey, grandma, it's the man's responsibility to do the work!"
"You are such a heartless person!" Old Mrs. Wang stamped her feet in anger.
Lin Zisu rolled her eyes and got in the car.