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

Seeing that Zhang Wu wanted to say more, Song Shiwei waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, no matter what he is thinking, your master is not interested in love affairs. Love is the most boring thing."

"But I do like watching other people fall in love," Song Shiwei said before getting up and leaving, leaving Zhang Wu standing there thinking hard.

As soon as Song Shiwei returned to the room, he entered the space to plant the medicinal herbs he bought, and then added fodder to the livestock. After washing up, he came out to continue reading the storybook.

According to the flow rate in the planting area, the medicinal materials for frostbite medicine cannot be harvested in a few days. We will continue to plant them after the harvest. When we reach the middle stage of extreme cold, I think we will be able to harvest a large number of medicinal materials.

It is impossible to give it to others, but if someone is willing to pay for it, then this business can still be done. Not only can you make money, but many people can also use medicinal materials, so it is not a loss.

Song Shiwei did not go out for a few days afterwards, but Zhang Wu often went to Huang Changyuan's house in Xiahuang Village to help. Every time he came back, he would carry two pieces of wood as thick as his arms. During this period, the city had two disturbances due to limited purchase of grain. People from the villages and towns around the city all came to buy grain. The Zhou family even mobilized a group of troops to garrison in the city.

The officers and soldiers led the people in the city into the mountains to chop firewood and urged everyone to actively stockpile firewood.

As the day of extreme cold was getting closer, the weather outside was as hot as ever. Song Shiwei couldn't help but frown. According to the book, the temperature would drop two days before the extreme cold, and a cold wave would suddenly hit in the early morning of the third day. When he went out on the second day, it would be icy and snowy outside.

But now the temperature is still as hot as usual and it hasn't dropped at all.

Or is it because of my arrival or Shen Qianxue's rebirth that something has gone wrong in this world?

If the temperature does not drop and extreme cold suddenly arrives when people are unprepared, how many people will die of hypothermia in their sleep?

After another two days of such worries, Song Shiwei learned that all the teams Zhou Huai had sent out to buy food had returned, and most of the people in the northern border had prepared sufficient firewood and food. Many people even insisted on not stopping chopping wood until the extreme cold came.

Early that morning, Song Shiwei took Zhang Wu to the provincial capital. After finding a teahouse to sit down, Song Shiwei asked Zhang Wu to find Zhou Huai to discuss something with him.

Song Shiwei doesn't care about other people's lives, but the Huang family must live in peace.

Zhou Huai arrived much earlier than Song Shiwei had expected. As soon as they met, Song Shiwei went straight to the point.

"It has been several days since the rumor spread. Everyone only knows that the extreme cold will come, but they don't know when it will come. If it comes in a dream, has Mr. Zhou ever considered it?"

Zhou Huai nodded, his voice as gentle as a spring: "What Miss Song said, I have already thought about it, and I have also discussed it with the various families in the Northern Territory."

"What are you going to do?"

Zhou Huai did not rush to answer. Instead, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of tea. Then he slowly said, "I made arrangements two days ago. Two teams of soldiers were selected from the Zhou family army. One team is responsible for patrolling the city day and night, and the other team is outside the city. Two people are stationed every three miles. No matter when the extreme cold comes, someone will notice it at the first time. At that time, the soldiers will use the signal of the arrow to rush to the nearest village and town to ring the gong as a warning."

At this point, Zhou Huai looked up at Song Shiwei: "Miss Song, do you think my arrangement is feasible?"

Song Shiwei showed satisfaction and praised him generously: "Mr. Zhou is worthy of being the heir of the Zhou family in the Northern Territory. He has considered everything very carefully. In this way, we don't have to worry about the extreme cold coming silently. Mr. Zhou's arrangement will surely save countless people. It is really a great kindness."

"Miss, you are too kind. This is Qingyuan's duty."

Song Shi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Qingyuan? Is that your name?"

Zhou Huai smiled faintly and nodded: "It is the name my grandfather gave me. If Miss Song doesn't mind, you can call me Qingyuan. The title of Mr. Zhou is too unfamiliar. I think the lady and I are already friends."

Song Shi tilted his head slightly, with the corner of his mouth raised: "Okay, Qingyuan, I think your ancestor has high hopes for you."

"It's just the love and care that elders have for their younger generations. A girl as outstanding as you will definitely be loved like a treasure by her family."

Song Shi smiled and said, "I have been an orphan since I was a child and I have no family."

Zhou Huai was stunned for a moment, then he put away his smile and said, "Sorry."

"No problem, I don't mind, it's just that I've never felt it before, so I never had any expectations," Song Shiwei put down the teacup, "I came to you today to ask about the extreme cold. Since you are prepared, I feel relieved. It's getting late, I will go back first and not disturb you."

"Time is small..."

Song Shiwei paused as she stepped out of the room, and turned to look at Zhou Huai with a strange look in her eyes: "What did you call me?"

Zhou Huaiqiang suppressed the excitement in his heart and smiled calmly: "Since we are friends, you call me Qingyuan, so I should also call you something. The two words Shiwei are very intimate."

Song Shiwei twitched his lips: "It's up to you."

After walking a few steps out of the box, Song Shiwei suddenly stopped. Zhang Wu's words that day echoed in his mind. He took a deep breath and returned to the box.

Zhou Huai was originally planning to finish this cup of tea before leaving, but he didn't expect Song Shiwei to come back with a smile in his eyes: "Shiwei, is there anything else you forgot to say?"

Song Shiwei looked at him steadily: "Do you like me?"

Perhaps he didn't expect Song Shiwei to ask so directly, Zhou Huai was stunned on the spot, and when he met those emotionless eyes, his pupils suddenly contracted, and even his breathing couldn't help but slow down.

"Why, is my question difficult to answer?"

Zhou Huai took a deep breath and a faint smile reappeared on his face: "Yes."

This time it was Song Shiwei who was stunned.

Zhou Huai stood up on his knees and slowly walked to Song Shiwei. His tall body completely covered her, his eyes dark and deep: "Shiwei, you are indeed the one Qingyuan cares about, and you have deep feelings for me. I thought that someone as straightforward as you would not be able to see that. So what about you? Are you attracted to me at all?"

Song Shiwei raised her head and looked at him, her eyes calm. "I have never been moved by you. If I have any thoughts, I will stay away from you. Zhou Huai, don't put your mind on me. It is doomed to be fruitless. I came to this world only to cultivate my mind and experience. To me, love is just boring and meaningless."

In those eyes, there was the same coldness that Zhou Huai felt when he first met Song Shiwei.

Zhou Huai looked at Song Shiwei deeply, trying to find even a hint of something strange in her, but after a long time, he was disappointed.

Zhou Huaiqiang forced a smile, and said in a light yet deep tone: "It is my fault for disturbing your mind. Qingyuan will only be Shi Wei's friend in the future, and there will be no love between us. He will also control his heart and will not cause trouble to Shi Wei."

Song Shiwei tacitly accepted the title of friend, just nodded slightly and left without looking back.

Zhou Huai walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and quietly watched Song Shiwei's back as he left. After the person disappeared, he suddenly laughed at himself.

Li An stood outside the door and called out "Young Master", then pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as he entered, he saw Zhou Huai standing in front of the window with his back to him. He gave people a sense of desolation for no reason.

Li An stepped forward and called softly, "Sir, Miss Song has left. When will we return home?"