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

Zhang Wu finally chose the bedroom on the left side of the yard, next to the small storehouse. After all, they were master and servant, so there was no way they could live in the room on the right side of the main hall. Zhang Wu still had this consideration.

Finally, Zhang Wu took the bedding and pillow that Song Shiwei had brought out and went back to his room to make the bed. He also took the clothes he usually wore from the carriage, and took down all the things on the carriage as well.

After tidying up the room, Zhang Wu prepared to feed the horse. As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Song Shiwei leading the horse to drink water and feed in the yard.

As they were feeding the horses, the master and servant realized something was wrong. They looked at each other, turned to look at the horses at the same time, then looked at the yard at the same time, and finally they just stared at each other.

Song Shiwei put his right hand on his waist, pinched his brow with his left hand, and said unhappily: "You didn't prepare a stable?"

Zhang Wu shuddered, looking at Song Shiwei with a look of a "bullied young wife", and said weakly: "Master didn't draw it, so I didn't remember it."

Song Shiwei immediately glared: "Are you still blaming me for this relationship thing?"

"No, no, no, blame me. It's all my fault. I didn't expect this to happen." Zhang Wu was afraid that his master would be angry, so he shook his head like a rattle. After shaking his head, he prepared how to save the situation. After thinking seriously for a long time, he said, "Master, why don't we build the stable in the backyard? I think there is still a lot of space between the toilet and the woodshed."

Hearing this, Song Shiwei looked at Zhang Wu with a puzzled look, "You are indeed out of your mind. I don't know what you are thinking about building a stable in the backyard. Do you think that the carriage can enter the main hall? Or do you think it is good to use horses to pass through the main hall every time?"

Zhang Wu realized that the door to the backyard opened in the main room. He was a little discouraged, but soon his eyes brightened. He pointed to the big firewood room in the front yard and said, "Why not divide the firewood room into two, one half for firewood, and the other half for a horse shed."

Song Shiwei nodded expressionlessly: "That's fine."

Song Shiwei glanced at the sky and said, "It's not too late now. You can go to the village chief later and ask someone to open a stable early tomorrow morning. It's best to knock down the upper half of the wall to ventilate and remove the smell. Prepare more straw and horse feed, and buy some straw curtains to block the odor."

Zhang Wu nodded repeatedly: "Master, don't worry."

Song Shiwei also wanted to feel at ease, and looked at the unconscious horse with pity.

It has suffered a lot, having to travel from the capital to the northern border, carrying everything along the way. Now that it has finally settled down, it doesn't even have a home.

Tsk tsk, Song Shiwei even felt sorry for Ma'er.

After Zhang Wu cleaned the yard, he went to find Wei Cai. Song Shiwei was reading a storybook in the room. He was so engrossed in it that he didn't even hear what Zhang Wu said before he left.

The next morning, Wei Caijiu brought the villagers to knock down the wall of the stable. Zhang Wu went to the city to buy fodder, straw mats and rice straw. The fodder was temporarily piled in the firewood room next door. The straw mats were fixed to the smashed upper half of the wall to block the wind and snow in winter. Half of the floor inside the stable was covered with straw, so the horses now had a home.

As for the villagers who came to help, Zhang Wu bought some cheap snacks in the city and gave each of them a portion before sending them away. Even so, Zhang Wu was still pulled aside by Wei Cai and given a lecture.

At noon, the master and servant were sitting in the main room to eat. They happened to be talking about the people in Damu Village. They couldn't help comparing them with the people in Sanhe Village. They immediately thought of Huang Changyuan and others who had moved in and had no news from them.

Song Shiwei glanced at Zhang Wu and sighed softly: "Let's go to the city tomorrow to ask, don't let him take the money and not do the job, I will go to the city tomorrow as well."

Zhang Wuhan smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I will go to bed early tonight."

After dinner, Song Shiwei sat outside the main hall and watched Zhang Wu practice swordsmanship. After watching for a while, he couldn't stop nodding. These days, Zhang Wu practiced swordsmanship for an hour every day, and his progress was obvious.

Song Shiwei was in a rare mood. He took out a long sword from the space and swung it in a fancy way in his hand. Then he walked up to Zhang Wu, slashed with the long sword, raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly: "Compete?"

Zhang Wu's eyes lit up immediately, and he responded with full energy, "Okay."

The two men started fighting in the yard. This was the first time that Song Shiwei had fought with a knife in front of Zhang Wu. His previous teachings were just to correct Zhang Wu's deficiencies in knife usage, so the excitement in Zhang Wu's eyes was extremely obvious.

Song Shiwei knew Zhang Wu's strength, so he intentionally guided him during the fight, allowing him to face his own shortcomings more clearly.

Different from Song Shiwei's ease, Zhang Wu tried his best but still couldn't shake him at all. However, he was not discouraged. Instead, he fought more and more courageously. In the end, Song Shiwei dodged the move by turning sideways and the fight ended with his long sword falling to the ground.

Song Shiwei put away the knife and held it behind his back, his figure straightening up: "Do you know your shortcomings now?"

Zhang Wu looked quite excited and nodded vigorously: "I understand, but I am still lacking in close combat."

"Now that you know your own weaknesses, you must keep them in mind when facing an enemy in the future, so as not to panic and fall into a desperate situation."

"Master, rest assured, I will practice diligently in the future."

Song Shiwei raised his hand to interrupt him, "Since it is a weakness, it cannot be changed by hard training. You can treat it as a fatal weakness and don't fight with others in close combat easily. When you have time, buy a wooden stake and do close combat for half an hour more every day."

Zhang Wu immediately bowed respectfully: "Yes."

At dawn in the east, a horse-drawn carriage slowly drove out of the desert village, raising a cloud of dust all the way to the provincial capital.

As a large number of disaster victims poured in, the number of soldiers at the city gate doubled. People like Song Shiwei, who had settled down there, all had a pass (similar to a pass) in their hands, which allowed them to enter the city directly without paying the entrance fee.

When he sent someone to the city gate, he specifically looked for the officers and soldiers who had been there before. After asking around, Zhang Wu learned that the other party would not arrive until noon, so he asked the villagers of Dahe Village for news, but the result was still that he had not encountered them.

"Master, those officers and soldiers said they didn't see the village chief and his men."

Song Shiwei lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the crowded city gate. He paused and said, "No news is good news. I think they were delayed on the way. Go and say hello to the officers and soldiers at noon to prevent them from slacking off after a long time."

"Yes."

After that, the two of them went to the car dealership and rented an ox cart to leave the city. They stopped in an empty place outside the city. Song Shiwei then moved the firewood in the space onto the ox cart, and after it was full, he drove back to the Damao Village again.

After the horse-drawn and ox-drawn carts entered the village, several women who heard the noise quietly opened their doors, and after seeing the carts full of firewood, they gathered together and talked in a low voice.

"Is it Xiao Zhang and his sister? Did they buy firewood in the city?"

"Yes, they are the only family here that has a carriage. There are so many trees on the mountain. Why spend that much money to buy one? It would be better to buy more food with that money."

Wei Cai's wife rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, why are you talking so much here instead of staying at home to cool off? Whether they bought it or cut it, that's their business. Don't forget that some time ago, none of your men made money from them. Go, go, go home."

The women smiled awkwardly and went home.