Just when the whole family was about to finish breakfast, a clanging sound suddenly came from outside the door.
It's very urgent, and the strength of the hand doesn't look like that of an ordinary person.
Cheng Xiuwen ran out and opened the door without anyone calling him.
After a while, Xiao Wu followed Cheng Xiuwen and walked in, looking very anxious, as if something big had happened.
The flood outside has not receded yet, and the rain has become much lighter, but it shows no intention of stopping.
The river water has reached the foot of the mountain. If the house they chose was not located on a high ground, it is actually one meter above the foot of the mountain, the flood would have flooded into the house by now.
Thanks to Song Yutong's foresight to build a few more drainage outlets, the disaster was spared and the floor paved with blue bricks and stones was not flooded.
"We were in such a hurry, but what happened?" Cheng Hanyan saw Xiao Wu running out of breath, so he took the initiative to ask.
Xiao Wu gasped for a while, but Cheng Xiuwen helped calm his breath and poured him a glass of warm water.
"The villagers didn't know what was wrong. They all started to have headaches. The barefoot doctor took a look at them. He was afraid that they were all infected with the cold."
Also, the weather suddenly cooled down, and everyone was caught in the heavy rain before they could change from short-sleeved shirts. They all rushed to bring food up the mountain, and some people didn't even take any clothes to keep out the cold.
Yesterday I brought a lot of ginger and asked Xiao Wu to make some ginger soup for everyone. I'm afraid there wasn't enough water on the mountain.
"Did everyone drink the ginger soup that was cooked yesterday?" Song Yutong looked at the ingredients he was handling and thought about letting Cheng Xiuwen and Naituanzi watch the heat at home.
She and Cheng Hanyan went up the mountain to show the villagers.
There is a barefoot doctor on top, as long as there is no one to see the doctor, but this medicinal material is more difficult to handle.
Xiaowu hurriedly came to find Cheng Hanyan, but he was too anxious to do anything. Among all the villagers, Cheng Hanyan was the only one who moved all his belongings to the new house and lived comfortably in the house.
I must have some spare medicinal materials or plenty of old ginger on hand.
In addition, the village chief has long since made Cheng Hanyan the backbone. It seems that if there is anything difficult to deal with, as long as Cheng Hanyan is around, he will definitely find a way.
So when something like this happened, the village chief had no choice but to ask his son to come find Cheng Hanyan.
In ancient times, the promotion of the village chief of each village had a certain relationship with the surviving population in the village.
Villages with a larger population will receive rewards from the court every year, such as how much food is rewarded, or how much less taxes are collected, etc.
Similarly, the village chief will be blamed for a sharp decline in population, and there will naturally be corresponding punishments.
Xiao Wu was too anxious and couldn't help it. After hearing Song Yutong's voice, his mood immediately calmed down.
He explained everything that happened yesterday one by one.
The old ginger he brought was distributed to every household. Some people were reluctant to use it to make soup and chose to keep it privately.
Some people directly use it to trade vegetables and grain with fellow villagers, so not many people actually drink ginger soup.
It rained so heavily yesterday, and everyone went up the mountain in the rain. If you don't drink ginger soup, the chance of getting cold is 100%.
Furthermore, the wind suddenly picked up, and the temperature suddenly dropped. Before going up the mountain, the villagers were still wearing thin clothes, and it started to get cold as soon as it rained.
In addition, the cave is already damp and cold, so even if a fire is lit, it will only become even colder and freezing in the middle of the night or when it goes out.
Song Yutong thought for a while and decided to boil some ginger soup mixed with some other ingredients for the villagers to drink.
So Song Yutong cooked a large pot of soup with ginger, longan, and red dates, and planned to ask Xiao Wu to bring it up and give each of the villagers a bowl.
If it is not cooked well, no one will be willing to eat it, and all of it will be used for exchange.
In addition, Song Yutong doesn't have any extra red dates and longans in his hand. It's not enough for everyone to share some, so it's better to boil a big pot at once to keep the folks full.
Song Yutong was kind enough to mix some brown sugar into it, but it wasn't much.
After all, she couldn't take things directly from the system space in front of these people, so she had no choice but to take out the remaining things from the cupboard.
When Xiao Wu saw that Song Yutong was willing to take care of the villagers, he felt warm in his heart.
I wish I could work for Song Yutong's family on behalf of the villagers and thank them.
When the matter was solved, Xiao Wu's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and then he noticed that there was a strong aroma of pancakes wafting in the air.
She couldn't help but swallow her saliva. In the end, Cheng Hanyan couldn't stand how greedy he was, so she gave him a bowl of sweet soy milk, a fried dough stick, and two vegetable pancakes for her to eat in front of him.
Xiao Wu quickly waved his hand and refused, not wanting to cause any more trouble to their family, but the scent penetrated his nose desperately, making him swallow saliva uncontrollably.
In the end, I still couldn't resist the temptation of food and finished everything in three mouthfuls.
Xiaowu touched his round belly and sighed: "It's delicious, it's really delicious! I haven't eaten such delicious pancakes in 800 years. My sister-in-law is indeed the apprentice of the imperial chef, and the food she makes is unparalleled."
Not delicious.”
This was just heard by Ji Chengan who walked in from outside.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked at Song Yutong with a little more interest.
Unexpectedly, this woman was actually the apprentice of the royal chef, but it seemed that no royal chef in the palace could make ordinary dishes so satisfying to his taste.
This woman's skills may have already surpassed those of the royal chef in the palace.
When his subordinates come over next time, he will definitely ask someone to find out who Song Yutong studied under and which royal chef's apprentice he was.
If Song Yutong was allowed to work as a cook in his palace with an imperial chef whom he was familiar with, things would be much easier to handle.
Cheng Hanyan didn't like the way Ji Chengan looked at Song Yutong, as if he was coveting his treasure.
Just when Cheng Hanyan stood in front of Song Yutong, Ji Chengan suddenly looked away, as if nothing had happened. What he was looking at just now was not Song Yutong.
"Stop moving around. Go and lie down on the bed. If you tear the wound again, I won't care about you."
Song Yutong turned around and saw Cheng Hanyan standing in front of her. She didn't know why, but you were concerned about his injuries.
Cheng Hanyan stared at the dark spots under Song Yutong's eyes, knowing that she had not slept well last night and had gotten up early in the morning to take care of the stomachs of the whole family, and suddenly felt a little distressed.
"After doing this, you come with me to rest." Cheng Hanyan's dissatisfied eyes fell on the large pot of red dates, longan and ginger soup.
When he looked at Song Yutong again, his eyes were full of heartache.