Song Xixi stood in the corner and observed for a while, and found that the guards would not check the identities of people entering and leaving the city. They would only stop people when they saw people suspected of being disaster victims.
In other words, as long as they don't recognize him as a refugee fleeing the famine, it's not difficult to sneak into the city.
Song Xixi looked at her own clothes, then at Song Qingqing and Song Niannian. Apart from a few patches, they were still clean and tidy, and her expressions did not show signs of hunger due to the feeding from her "ancestors".
They should not be turned away as refugees.
So she walked out openly and walked straight to the city gate.
Song Qingqing and Song Niannian were afraid of being driven back, so they hesitated for a moment before gritting their teeth and quickly followed: "Little sister, wait a minute!"
Song Xixi slowed down her pace and continued walking until they caught up.
Song Qingqing and Song Niannian were very nervous. They didn't dare to look around, let alone look at the guards. They secretly sighed that the little girl was so bold that she could rush in without changing her expression.
The guard just glanced at the three sisters and looked away. He didn't mean to stop them at all and allowed them to go in.
Huh?
Song Qingqing and Song Niannian were greatly surprised. They did not dare to show any abnormality at this time. They hurriedly caught up with Song Qingqing and walked beside her, one on the left and the other on the right.
It wasn't until they were far away that the two of them relaxed.
Song Niannian asked in a low voice: "Little sister, do you know that the official will not stop us?"
Song Xixi nodded: "They are stopping victims, but we don't seem to be."
Song Niannian admired her and said: "So that's it, my little sister is so amazing!"
Song Xixi was helpless: What's so great about this, you will know if you observe more.
Song Qingqing's expression was complicated. Her little cousin was such a delicate person, but she died young in her previous life.
In this life, the little cousin passed away safely, and nothing will happen to the third uncle and the third aunt. The tragic ending of the third bedroom has been completely changed, and it will definitely get better and better in the future!
It was already the beginning of autumn, and the sun was still scorching hot at noon. There were not many pedestrians coming and going on the streets, but the shop doors were all open, and you could vaguely see the items for sale inside.
In her previous life, Song Qingqing had been to Fucheng several times and had experienced the bustling bustle of Fucheng. Now when she saw the scene on the street, she felt emotional and still remained calm.
Things were different every year in the Song Dynasty. I had never been to the town where my hometown was in Dalian, and I didn't even have the chance to enter the cities I passed by after escaping from the famine.
Now walking on the clean and spacious streets, she couldn't see clearly. She exclaimed from time to time and was scolded as "bumpkin" by people passing by.
Song Niannian blushed angrily and said angrily to the other party's back: "What's wrong with the country bumpkin? When you see Jing'er that you haven't seen before, you won't be the same country bumpkin!"
It's just that the person who scolded her walked away and didn't hear her at all.
Song became even more angry every year, like a bulging frog.
Song Xixi shook her head and saw a small stall selling food under a big tree not far away, so she wanted to go over and have a taste: "I wasn't full just now, are you full?"
Song Qingqing and Song Niannian nodded subconsciously: "I'm full."
The two of them didn't have much appetite. After eating a bowl of porridge and a mixed flour pancake, they were full.
Song Xixi didn't say anything, and walked quickly to the stall. Seeing that the stall owner only sold five kinds of food, she said to the stall owner: "Get one of each."
The stall owner looked at her, then at Song Qingqing and Song Niannian, and kindly reminded: "Little girl, the food I cook is real. I'm afraid you three won't be able to finish it."
Song Xixi didn't bother to explain, so she directly asked the stall owner how much the five items cost, and then counted out fifteen copper coins and handed them over.
The stall owner said no more, took the money and got busy quickly.
"Little sister, where did you get the money?" Song Niannian asked in surprise: "Did grandma give it to you?"
Song Xixi shook her head and denied it, and did not say who gave the money.
The hens in the pet farm were so good at laying eggs that when she passed through a town where she could come and go freely, she sold 200 of them at once and earned 200 cents.
She kept the money herself without crossing the street, but she was not afraid of being seen by Song Qingqing and Song Niannian.
Seeing that Song Niannian wanted to break the casserole and ask the truth, Song Qingqing said impatiently: "You don't care where the money comes from, it's not yours anyway, don't you bother asking again and again!"
It was too late for Song Niannian to please her, so he dared to say anything, so he immediately shut up and stopped asking any more questions.
Not long after, the stall owner brought out five kinds of food.
Song Xixi didn't let the stall owner introduce these five foods. She just picked up a bowl that looked very similar to soy milk and took a bite: it was actually salty!
But the color and taste are undoubtedly soy milk.
Song Xixi didn't know the current name of soy milk, so she asked the stall owner who was sitting on a pony to enjoy the cool weather: "Boss, what is this food called?"
The stall owner looked her over and said with a smile: "The little girl's accent sounds like a foreigner, right? It's not surprising that she doesn't know what this dish is called. After all, it only became popular here a few years ago."
Song Niannian took over the conversation: "So that's it. No wonder we haven't seen it in our hometown."
The stall owner continued: "This is called soy milk. It's made by soaking soybeans until soft and grinding them into a syrup. Then boil them and add salt. It's perfect to go with rice cakes, flatbreads and so on."
Song Xixi couldn't help but said: "Can't it be made sweet? Isn't sweet taste better than salty?"
The stall owner laughed loudly: "A little girl doesn't know how expensive firewood and rice are. This sugar is several times more expensive than salt, and you may not be able to buy it if you want. Our small business can't afford it!"
Song Xixi had never bought sugar before. She really didn’t know that cheap sugar could be found everywhere in her previous life, but it was so precious and rare here!
I remembered that in Yangcheng, my grandma spent fifty cents to buy two taels of salt. The price of this sugar was at least one cent and one tael. It was indeed a luxury item that ordinary people could not afford.
Another interesting point is that soybeans are called bean in the north and soybeans here; rice and wheat from the north are called barley when they come here.
If a scholar from the South writes an article about soybeans or barley, will a student from the North know what it is about?
Song Xixi thought for a while and then started to taste the remaining four foods, which were steamed rice cakes, baked rice cakes, baked rice cakes and fried barley cakes.
Not to mention the several foods that use rice as raw material, barley cakes are made from rice flour. The wheat core is ground into fine powder, and an appropriate amount of water is added to mix it into a batter. It is much better than ordinary rice flour.
It's tough, but of course it's also expensive.
It is also because of the climate in Huai'an Prefecture that we can achieve two crops a year, and we can grow rice and wheat again in winter. Only when food is relatively abundant can we think about this meticulous way of eating.
Seeing Song Xixi's delicious food, Song Niannian, who was not hungry at first, felt greedy and wanted to try this delicacy of Huai'an Prefecture.
It's just that she said she wasn't hungry just now. She was too embarrassed to compete with Song Xixi for food, so she could only swallow quietly.