Before long, Gu Yunyang really fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already dinnertime.

The smell inside the carriage was still so strong, and Gu Yunyang still hadn't gotten used to it.

In fact, it's because people at that time didn't enjoy bathing and changing clothes as much as people in later generations.

Firewood for boiling water is free?

Free toiletries?

Another reason is that at this time, train carriages contained all sorts of things.

They even brought live chickens and ducks.

These live poultry can produce unpleasant odors and may also carry bacteria, hindering public health and spreading disease outbreaks.

In later generations, it was forbidden to bring live poultry on trains.

The middle-aged woman holding a child across from me took out an aluminum lunchbox, which was filled with white steamed buns.

That's unusual; he's wearing coarse cloth clothes, probably because he doesn't want to attract attention or be discovered.

But she ate white flour steamed buns, which was quite different from her outward personality.

This greatly increases the likelihood that the person is a human trafficker.

Gu Yunyang took out an aluminum lunchbox, which he had kept warm at around 40 degrees Celsius. It wouldn't emit steam, but it would still be warm.

This way, no one will see through it, and you can enjoy eating it yourself.

This box contains shredded potatoes and pork, a small green vegetable, and half a box of rice.

His appetite is actually bigger than this, but it's not appropriate to show it too much for the time being, so he also made some multigrain steamed buns, which he will eat later.

These mixed grains were made by Gu Yunyang using grains he ground himself. With the help of the original owner's memories, his cooking skills were quite good, and these mixed grain steamed buns were also quite good.

After finishing his boxed meal, he was only half full, and he saw that the older woman across from him was about to speak.

Gu Yunyang gave her a half-smile, then made a pinching motion, and the old woman shut her mouth.

He cursed inwardly.

But considering Gu Yunyang's strength, she dared not entertain any thoughts.

Even if such people were caught and taken back, they wouldn't dare to sell themselves, despite their good looks.

We'll just beat up the buyers, and when we find them, they'll be caught.

At this moment, the woman was unaware that Gu Yunyang had already seen through her identity and was thinking about how to arrest them without affecting others.

Gu Yunyang took out three more multigrain steamed buns, and he also put some old pumpkin and brown sugar in them.

Gu Yunyang tasted it and found it to be much tastier than what was sold in state-run restaurants. It was also very delicate, didn't hurt his throat, and tasted good with a hint of sweetness.

Before Gu Yunyang came to this era, he had always wondered why people in this era did not like to eat coarse grains.

When he got here, he realized that because the grains and coarse grains of that era were not ground finely enough, the grains were too large, which naturally made his throat feel rough.

In addition, because of food shortages, people in that era would add the husks of grains to the food, which made it even more pungent.

Even cornmeal, which is considered a refined grain in later generations, would have corn cobs added to it and ground together at this time, no wonder it made your throat feel rough.

After finishing the multigrain steamed buns, Gu Yunyang took out his military water bottle and drank a few sips of milk powder. He had prepared it in advance, keeping the temperature at around 40 degrees Celsius, just right—not too hot to burn his mouth, nor too cold to give him a slightly fishy taste.

The older woman across the street looked over and even twitched her nose.

Gu Yunyang thought to himself, "This old lady's nose can't be that sensitive, can it?"

He opened a small opening, took a few sips, and then the smell was detected?

But when I turned around, I saw that the other people around me seemed to have smelled it too.

If Gu Yunyang hadn't acted so unapproachable before, someone would probably have come looking for him by now.

Nevertheless, a chubby little boy stood in front of him, swallowing hard, and said to an old lady behind him, "Grandma, I want to drink milk powder."