Chapter 10

Chapter 10

"Dad, why are your eyes so red?"

Old Gu Six filled Chang'an a bowl of white rice porridge and said, "I was melting iron in the backyard last night, didn't rest."

"You're getting old, don't stay up late, it's easy to go bald."

Chang'an glanced at Old Gu Six's thick, jet-black hair and imagined what he would look like bald.

Oh~

The image is too beautiful to look at.

Old Gu Six refused to accept his age, "I'm only 26."

"Yes, yes, you're only 26, not even at the age of maturity. If you stay up a few more nights, you might become the youngest bald man."

Old Gu Six:...

Not listening, not listening, finish your meal and go to sleep.

After breakfast, Old Six Dad went to catch up on sleep, while Chang'an went to take stock of the clothes worn by the father and daughter throughout the seasons.

She had a lot of clothes, all made of fine cotton, stuffed full in a large cabinet.

There were also several pieces of gold and silver jewelry and hairpins in the box.

For winter, she had bought three sets of thick padded jackets a few days ago, as well as two sets of padded skirts.

Old Six Dad had thirteen sets of linen clothes and two padded jackets.

Tomorrow, she would go to town to buy a few more sets of clothes for Old Six Dad.

Originally, she wanted to reinforce the shoe soles for Old Six Dad, but ended up giving up.

With her clumsy hands, she wasn't sure if the shoes she made would be sturdy enough.

The shoes she bought might last for ten days to half a month.

Don't let them get ruined as soon as she touches them.

Today, she planned to dry some dried green beans, as people on the famine relief road would add wild vegetables to their cooking pots.

Their family shouldn't be too different, so let's add some dried green beans.

She could also dry some radishes and make a few jars of spicy pickled radishes to eat with rice or steamed buns.

It's too hot to make preserved meat, but there's Sichuan-style cured sausages in the fridge.

Perhaps because they hadn't found any food in the mountains for two days in a row, the villagers didn't go up the mountain today, and she could faintly hear someone shouting, "The last well has dried up."

Men and women in the village gathered around the well, crying, with an old lady sitting on the ground slapping her thighs.

"Oh, God, you're not giving us any way out."

The village head's straight back was slightly hunched.

"The men are all going out of the village to find water, can't wait half a month to go on famine relief.

The women are going home to pack up, and will set off the day after tomorrow at the hour of the Rabbit."

The words of the clan leaders carried weight, and everyone was willing to listen.

Some people sneered, not taking it seriously.

Those who didn't listen to advice would be the first to suffer on the road fleeing the famine.

In Chang'an's home, as soon as Yang Poxiao left, Old Gu Six got up, having slept for less than an hour.

"Dad, did I wake you up?"

Old Gu Six lazily leaned against the door frame, yawned, and said, "No, who is it? Oh, right, Yang Da, I woke up as soon as he entered the courtyard."

Is his vigilance so strong? Is it okay for outsiders to approach?

"Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"Not anymore, what are you doing?"

"Drying green beans and radishes."

"Do you need help from dad?"

"No need, they're all dried, since you're not sleeping, let's go to the city."

"Is there anything else to buy?"

"To buy clothes for Dad."

"No need to go, Dad has clothes to wear, time is a bit tight, I'll sew the quilt cover and those two clothes first. Don't worry, daughter, there is still cloth in Dad's room, if there aren't enough clothes, I'll make them."

??? Is he so versatile?

"Alright, I'll go pack up."

"Okay, throw away what needs to be thrown away, don't bring everything, we can buy new ones when we get there."

"Got it, Dad."

Old Gu Six went back to the room to do some needlework, while Chang'an busied herself with packing up their belongings.

She had a space, so she could bring everything she needed.

She started in the kitchen, where she had been cooking in the space for the past two days, putting away all the kitchen items.

She couldn't put everything away, the things they needed to use regularly had to stay out in the open.

Two pots, one big and one small.

The small one stayed outside, while the big one was stored in the space, along with the large water tank. They still needed the water bucket, so it stayed out for now.

The oil and salt had to be kept outside, leaving behind a large soup bowl and a small rice bowl for the two of them to eat from.

On the road of escape, there was no time to cook properly, everything was cooked in one pot and eaten straight from it, two bowls were enough.

Thinking about the pickled vegetables she had made, she left a small bowl for them as well.

They didn't need the dish rack, they would get a cupboard when they arrived, safe and hygienic.

The cutting board, knife, and spatula had to be kept outside.