"The pickled vegetables tastes good. The most important thing is to be very patient and it will be no problem to keep them for three to five years."

Not to mention the others, it will last for three to five years, which made Shen Qingci very moved. Now there is really not much silver left on her.

She really didn't want to spend it, but she couldn't express it, and she exchanged food for these things.

She pointed again. If this is cheap, she should buy some more. At worst, when she goes back, she will go from traveling far away to rushing.

It’s just that the food is poorer, but the others will not affect them.

Anyway, she can go home, and she can eat bitterness, not to mention how much bitterness is there if there is nothing to see?

"This jar is 60 cents, and one more jar." The shopkeeper replied again, "Although the price is a little higher, we are giving away jars. This jar can still be used again in the future. Just one jar is nearly 10 cents."

Sixty words, Shen Qingci calculated that it seemed that it was not too expensive. One tael of silver could buy more than ten jars, and the shopkeeper was right. This jar was a good thing, and she could see it.

She used ten taels of silver to buy more than 100 jars of pickled vegetables.

This is how she drove her own carriage back to Shuanghe Village. Of course, she didn't dare to stay here for more. She was scared today, and she was not as good as cooking for King Fenglun.

She really doesn't want to see King Fenglun again in the future, and she won't want to do it for the rest of her life.

She drove the carriage very quickly, and she didn't stop in the town for too long. Even if she hadn't even drunk a sip of water, she hurried back to Shuanghe Village. When she got off the carriage, she also went to the water tank to fill a scoop of water with a gourd ladle. She didn't care whether it was cold or not, and she drank it down.

When she put down the gourd, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was opening Uncle Wu's cellar again. As soon as she opened it, there was a layer of dust inside. It can be seen that the cellar had not been opened for a long time.

She heard from Aunt Wu that this cellar had not been opened for several years, mainly because it was because all the things contained in it were Xiao Bao’s parents. Aunt Wu was reluctant to throw them away when she put them in it, just wanted her son to be closer to her.

But I was afraid of seeing things and thinking about people, so this cellar has never been opened once since Xiaobao's parents went there.

Shen Qingci walked down carefully and found that the cellar was very big, but there were very few things inside. Although it was dug underground, it was very dry and there were still oil cloths inside. The things placed in the cellar were all commonly used farm tools and other things. Needless to say, these were left by Xiaobao's parents.

Runao Qingci didn't feel how gloomy and terrible it was.

She has never done anything bad. If Changsheng really had a spirit, it would not harm her.

"Changsheng, although I have never seen you, I have heard of your name. I want to put some food here. If you really have a spirit, you must protect these foods well, okay?"

This is for Uncle Wu, Xiaobao and others to eat. As long as they have these, they can really spend these three years.

It seemed that something moved in the distance. When she turned around, she realized that it was a bow and arrow hanging on the wall. This might be the thing of immortality.

She came out of the cellar and did not go out anymore, but went to the kitchen to cook something for herself.

Uncle Wu’s family is much farther away than other families. Besides, she is not very talkative and doesn’t like to deal with others, so it is impossible for someone to come and go to any other way.

So no one knows what she does, and they may even not know whether she has gone with Uncle Wu and the others.

When she entered the kitchen, she rolled up her sleeves, baked a few cakes for herself, and sat at the table with white water and started eating. After the day and night, she would go out to see if the food had arrived?

After the sky outside became dark, Shen Qingci drove the carriage and left Uncle Wu's house.

She hung a flat car behind the carriage, which was loaded with a lot of things and could be finished in just a few trips.

In about two quarters of an hour, she had already arrived at the house where the rice shopkeeper had the food. This house had indeed been abandoned for a long time.

There is not no one inside, there is indeed no one. She doesn't have to go in. She just smells it and can tell whether there are any strangers inside.

After getting off the carriage, Shen Qing Cici walked to the door and pushed it. The door did not open, and the door was locked.

She retreated again, and then looked for something around her. Until she saw a crooked tree, she walked over and was also on the crooked tree. After touching for a long time, she touched a tree hole, and then reached her hand into the tree hole. When her hand came out again, there was a key in her hand.

She took the key and walked to the door, then opened the lock, and then gently piled up. As expected, the door opened.

She drove in the carriage, and there was no one inside. However, under the moonlight, she could still see the shoe prints of someone coming. They went back and forth many times, but the fallen leaves in the yard were not swept through. It was obvious that the shopkeeper of the rice shop did not lie to her. No one had ever been here before, and it was indeed an empty house. She walked in, pushed open the main entrance, she blew the fire note, and lit the candle in her hand.

When she saw everything inside clearly, she didn't speak for a long time, and she actually didn't feel much weight about food.

After spending so much money at one time, she didn't know how much it was, but now she saw a pile of food inside, she really scared her.

There are indeed piles of grain inside, and according to her request, they are all twenty kilograms per bag. Countless bags are piled together, and they are also used with excellent bags. This kind of understanding can not only prevent bites, but also moisture and soil.

Cangtao's silk making and iron melting techniques are famous all over the world, and the bags they used to store grain seemed to be good. She walked over and touched them and found that they were really real food.

In addition to food, there were hundreds of jars there, which she had never counted. However, with the temperament of the shopkeeper, this jar should be a lot.

She put down the candle and picked up a bag of rice directly.

She had never done such heavy work. Even if it was twenty kilograms of rice, it was still very difficult, but no matter how difficult it was, she had to do these things alone.
Chapter completed!