Natural disasters in books: I stockpiled goods to escape famine in ancient times

As the sun set and the moon rose, the master and servant had dinner. Afterwards, Zhang Wu went back to the kitchen to make meat buns, while Song Shiwei practiced sword in the yard for a while.

There was nothing interesting to do in the city at night. The only things that could kill time were singing and dancing, which Song Shiwei didn't like, so he went back to his room early and went to bed. Before falling asleep, he was still thinking about going to the bookstore to buy some storybooks tomorrow.

The next morning, Zhang Wu was still sleeping, so Song Shiwei went out to the bookstore and had breakfast on the way. When he arrived at the bookstore, it was just opening. Song Shiwei bought 30 different types of storybooks in one go, most of which talked about interesting folk stories. The other few books, which the shopkeeper said sold very well, all talked about things in the capital. People in the northern border seemed to have longed for the capital for a long time.

Song Shiwei asked the bookstore owner to deliver the storybook to the courtyard, and then went to the market and bought ten kilograms of dried vegetables and two jars of pickled vegetables. He originally wanted to buy some pork, but the meat sold in the market was almost all wild beast meat, and there was still a lot of this stuff in the space, so he didn't need it much.

When they returned to the courtyard, Zhang Wu was brandishing his sword in the yard. Seeing Song Shiwei coming back, he smiled and put away the sword: "Master, the bookstore just sent back the books you bought, and also sent a thousand kilograms of firewood and charcoal. They said they would send more in a while."

"Then you will wait here today. When the stuff arrives, have someone move it to the woodshed."

Zhang Wu nodded in agreement, and saw Song Shiwei return to his room to continue practicing swordsmanship. He said that he lacked talent, and only hard work could make up for his shortcomings, so as not to disappoint his master.

For five consecutive days, Zhang Wu practiced sword skills during the day and cooked at night; Song Shiwei stayed in the house reading storybooks during the day, practiced sword skills and teleportation before going to bed, and then went into the space to take a bath and sleep.

Life is leisurely and fulfilling.

At noon on the sixth day, someone slammed the gate of the courtyard.

Zhang Wu was standing in the courtyard. He had heard the noise when the people approached the gate, so when the gate rang, he quickly put away his knife and stood still. Then he walked to the door and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"

"I'm Zhou Yi. You must be Miss Song's bodyguard. I'm here to discuss something with Miss Song. Please open the door."

Hearing the young man's voice outside the door, Zhang Wu frowned, asked him to wait a moment, and then walked to Song Shiwei's door.

"Zhou Yi? Who is that?"

Zhang Wu stood at the door and shook his head honestly, "I don't know either, but he knows my name and me, and he said he wants to discuss something with me. Do you want to meet him?"

Song Shiwei frowned and opened the door, looking towards the door: "I think I know who it is, please come in, I'd like to know why he wants to see me."

Zhang Wu nodded, walked quickly to the door and opened it. After seeing who was coming, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly to Zhou Yi, and then invited the person to go to the main room.

Zhou Yi swaggered into the main room, swinging his hands. As soon as he entered, he saw Song Shiwei sitting at the top and looking at him from afar. Zhou Yi's whole body tensed up and he laughed at her.

Song Shiwei glanced at him with disdain and put down the teacup: "Tell me what you want from me."

"It's not a big deal. I just heard that Miss Song has settled down in the north. For a capable person like Miss Song, have you ever thought about what you're going to do for a living in the future?" After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he sat down, as if he couldn't see the other party's obvious disdain, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

Song Shiwei raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "It seems that Mr. Zhou has some brilliant ideas."

Zhou Yi waved his hands repeatedly: "What insights can I have? I am just happy to see someone strong. I have had a problem since I was a child. I can't control my heart when I see someone strong. This..."

"Mr. Zhou, please be careful with your words. If you want to say something irrelevant, I will not send you off."

"Oh no, you misunderstood. I meant that when I see someone powerful and capable, I want to get close to him. No, it's just... I always admire him. Yes, when I meet a powerful person, I admire him very much and I can't wait to bring him home and worship him."

Song Shiwei looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhou Yi carefully glanced at Song Shiwei's face, and when he met her cold gaze, he shuddered: "We have known each other for such a long time, but Miss Song still doesn't know who I am. My name is Zhou Huai, and my father is General Zhou Wende. To be frank, the entire northern border is now under the military control of my Zhou family. Although my uncle is not as successful as my father, he is also the prefect of Zhending Prefecture, and my eldest brother is even more capable of both civil and military affairs."

He spoke with great pride.

Song Shiwei raised the corner of his mouth and asked lightly, "What about you? What are you capable of?"

The heroic spirit suddenly stopped, Zhou Yi blinked, with a little embarrassment on his face: "As for me, hehe, I just rely on my family's ability to go out and play."

"But don't underestimate me. I grew up in a military camp. I can endure hardships and fight against bandits. Although I am not as good as my elders and my eldest brother, I am at least much better than those young masters from aristocratic families who only know how to flatter others."

At this point, Zhou Yi laughed dryly. "I was thinking that Miss Song in the entire Northern Territory should not be able to find anyone more capable than my Zhou family. With your skills, you should join my Zhou family. My Zhou family never cares about gender. Anyone with real skills is a guest of honor in my Zhou family. Miss, you may wish to consider it. If you join my Zhou family, you will be treated with courtesy. No one in the Northern Territory dares to offend you."

Hearing this, Song Shiwei knew what this person was here for, and chuckled: "Even without the Zhou family, no one can touch me. I know what Mr. Zhou is here for, but I still want to say sorry. I have no intention of joining anyone's family. I just want to live comfortably every day."

"But the forces in the North are complicated. Miss Song has just arrived and she probably hasn't experienced it. I have no bad intentions towards you."

Song Shiwei showed rare patience, and smiled as he watched Zhou Yi getting anxious. Finally, he asked, "Then let me ask you, you said that no one dares to mess with your Zhou family in the Northern Territory, and that the entire Northern Territory is under the control of your Zhou family. Is that true?"

"It is the truth."

"The forces in the North are numerous and complex. How do they compare to your Zhou family?"

"Of course I don't take it seriously."

"Is the Zhou family willing to be my enemy?"

"If I really wanted to be an enemy of the girl, I wouldn't be here today."

Song Shi smiled: "In that case, it doesn't matter if there are many forces. I am alone in this world. Those forces still have families and relatives. It will only be their misfortune to be my enemy."

Zhou Yi looked at her blankly. At this moment, Zhou Yi felt the terrifying murderous aura from Song Shiwei, the kind of aura that had only remained when his father returned from the battle. It struck into people's hearts like a hot knife through butter, as if to crush them to pieces.

Zhou Yi came back to his senses after a long time. He looked at Song Shiwei who was drinking tea with a complicated expression, and said with pursed lips: "It seems that I am delusional. With Miss Song's ability, she really does not need to join any forces. Even my Zhou family does not want to be an enemy of Miss Song."

Song Shiwei nodded with some reserve: "Mr. Zhou, you are too kind. I am just a human being. It is getting late, so I will not invite you to dinner. Zhang Wu, please see me off."