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

Zhou Huai came back to his senses from his thoughts, turned around and sat back at the table, picked up the teacup and swallowed a mouthful of cold water, his eyes fell on the teacup that Song Shiwei had drunk from: "Li An, do you think she will be moved by someone in the future?"

Li An raised his head suddenly, and looked directly at Zhou Huai, which was rare: "Does the young master like Miss Song?"

"Did you see it?"

Li An pursed his lips and said, "Yes, I noticed it."

Zhou Huai chuckled: "Even a wooden-headed person like you can see it, so it's no wonder she saw it."

"What? Sir, you mean that Miss Song knows that you like her? Did she say anything?" Li An's face was filled with shock and he almost broke down.

"She said she kept her distance from me," Zhou Huai chuckled, seemingly mocking himself and seeming to be fearful, the veins on the back of his hand holding the teacup bulged.

"Miss Song is not like an ordinary boudoir girl. You should know from her words and deeds that someone like Miss Song will not be easily moved by anyone. And with your status and power, Miss North hopes to win your favor. You really shouldn't be sad for Miss Song."

"Yes, with my status and power, no matter who I want to promote, that person will greet me warmly, and even hope that I will show my favor. The only exception is Song Shiwei. She has always avoided me from the beginning to the end."

Zhou Huai showed an icy smile, his aura suddenly filled with murderous intent, and he said slowly: "She said she has no mood for love in this life, so I will wait and see. If one day she is tempted, no matter who it is, I will use any means to deal with that person."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a soft thud and the teacup was placed on the table. Zhou Huai left the box with a gloomy face.

Li An was so frightened that he dared not say anything. He lowered his head and followed.

Song Shiwei didn't know what Zhou Huai said in the box after he left. He was now on the way back to Damao Village. Sitting upright in the car, all he thought about was Zhou Huai's arrangements for Jihan. He was not affected at all by Zhou Huai's love for him.

"Zhang Wu, I don't know when the extreme cold will occur. It's fine during the day, but if it strikes at night, I'm afraid we will be caught off guard. Starting tonight, we will take turns to keep watch."

Zhang Wu said solemnly: "One of my subordinates is enough to keep watch at night, and we can rest during the day."

"No need to do that. Just do as I say. When you get home, go to Xiahuang Village again and give the Huang family a heads-up."

"Yes."

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Two days later, Song Shiwei was still practicing sword and reading storybooks during the day, and taking turns with Zhang Wu to keep watch at night. At the end of the third day at Chou time, the temperature in the entire Dali Dynasty dropped suddenly, from more than 40 degrees to minus 30 degrees in a few breaths, and many people were still asleep.

The moment the temperature dropped, Zhang Wu, who was on guard, stood up instantly.

Song Shiwei was awakened by Zhang Wu's hurried knocking on the door. The moment she woke up, she curled up out of cold, with white mist floating in the air with her breath.

After responding, Song Shiwei flashed into the space, took a quick hot shower, then put on thick cotton clothes and trousers, and even thick socks and a hat with ear covers. He left the space only after he was fully prepared.

When I opened the door, I saw the yard was all white. Zhang Wu had already changed into thick clothes and came out.

"Master, are you cold? I came to call you as soon as I noticed the temperature dropping, but I didn't expect it to drop so quickly."

Song Shiwei shook his head: "I'm fine."

Zhang Wu was relieved: "Then I will go and light some charcoal for you. It's cold outside, so please don't stay any longer."

"Well, I think the temperature may drop further. Light two more pots of charcoal and put two more in your room."

"it is good."

Charcoal was burning in the house and the temperature gradually rose. Two pots of charcoal were burning together and the room soon became warm. Zhang Wu thought that his master often liked to sit in the main room and drink tea, so he placed a large pot of burning wood in the main room and opened the window slightly to ensure air circulation.

The temperature in the main room rose faster than that in the bedroom. At this time, Song Shiwei also walked into the room with a notebook.

"Master, please take a seat first. The hot water on the stove should be ready. I will go and make you some tea to warm you up."

Song Shi smiled and nodded: "If you are worried about the Huang family, go over and take a look after you finish making tea."

What surprised Song Shiwei was that Zhang Wu actually refused.

"It's snowing heavily outside. I just checked the road and found a thick layer of ice. I'm afraid it's hard to walk. Besides, I've already gone to the Huang family to say hello. Huang Hai and his men listen to their master very much. I'm sure they'll be fine. I'll go check again in the morning."

Song Shiwei suddenly realized: "That's good. Everyone has stored so much firewood before. As long as people wake up in time, nothing will happen. There is no need to worry about food. The Huang family bought ten stone of coarse grains before the rumor spread, and later they bought a lot more. Other families have also prepared enough for the winter. We can just stay at home and spend the winter."

"Master is right. Are you hungry? How about I cook some porridge for you? You will feel warm all over after drinking it."

Song Shiwei's eyes were full of smiles: "That's fine, drinking porridge on a snowy day with pickles will definitely taste good."

Song Shiwei's good mood also affected Zhang Wu, and even Zhang Wu smiled: "Then please wait a moment, my lord. I will go right away."

Zhang Wu first went to the kitchen to bring the boiled water into the main room, made a pot of hot tea for Song Shiwei, and then returned to the kitchen to cook porridge.

Song Shiwei held the hot tea and blew on it gently. After taking a sip, her stomach felt warm. Now that her body was warm, she was in the mood to get up and walk around, so she walked to the window to watch the wind and snow outside.

Not only was Song Shiwei's house brightly lit, but other people's homes also gradually had lights on, some were boiling water for soaking their feet, and some were burning wood for heating.

Just when the two of them had finished their hot porridge, there was a loud knock on the front door, and the sound seemed as if the person coming was very anxious.

Zhang Wu glanced at Song Shiwei, wrapped his cotton coat tightly, and ran to open the door.

After seeing who was coming, Zhang Wu was surprised: "It's cold and dark outside, why are you here?"

The people who came were Huang Hai, Liu Daming and Li Gui.

Zhang Wu quickly invited them into the house to warm up by the fire and poured hot water for the three of them to keep them warm.

The three of them came here in the cold night with wind and snow. It was extremely difficult to walk. The distance that used to take one cup of tea took them three cups of tea today. They also had to be careful of the potholes on the road. Originally on the way here, the three of them were worried that something might happen to Zhang Wu and Song Shiwei, but when they entered the main room, they saw the two of them wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, and there was hot porridge and pickles on the table.

Song Shi smiled at the three people and pointed to the empty seat next to him: "Come and have some porridge, Zhang Wu just made a lot."

Song Shiwei did not ask them if they were cold or not. He just saw that their lips were black and they could not help shivering when they first came in, so he knew that they were cold. He quickly asked Zhang Wu to push the brazier closer, and gave each of them a full bowl of hot porridge, asking them to drink the porridge to warm themselves up before talking.

Huang Hai and Liu Daming did not bother to be polite with Song Shiwei and immediately picked up their bowls to drink the porridge. However, Li Gui, who had little contact with Song Shiwei, was a little restrained, and his honest face was full of hesitation.

Song Shiwei glanced at Zhang Wu.

Zhang Wu understood what he meant, and smiled as he stepped forward and placed the porridge in Li Gui's hand: "Uncle Li, we are all acquaintances, so don't be polite. Drink it quickly. We can talk slowly after you warm up."

"Hey, how can this be so embarrassing?"

Li Gui looked at the rice and vegetable porridge in the bowl and was reluctant to eat it, but when he saw that everyone was looking at him, Li Gui raised his head and took a sip, then smiled.