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

After beating the people, Wei Cai looked at them with a serious face, and his tone was more serious than ever before: "You guys are quite courageous. You usually farm in the village and have a lot of strength. Do you think you can beat tigers? If Xiao Zhang and the others hadn't gone to look for you this time, I don't need to tell you what would have happened to you."

"Village chief, we were too ambitious and we know we were wrong."

"Village Chief, we will never dare to do that again. We will be obedient in the future."

"Village chief, there is not enough food at home. We also want to go into the mountains to find some food for our family. We can't just watch our family starve."

Wei Cai's eyes widened. "Before I asked you to buy food, you just didn't take it seriously. Now you're scared? What were you doing before? I've said before that we would always store some food and firewood at home in the winter. This year we just prepared more. What about you? You all bought more, fearing that you wouldn't have enough to eat. But you always think we're hurting you. It's too late to regret it now."

Wei Cai swept his sharp eyes over everyone and said, "Don't tell me you're afraid of wasting money. Whose money is blown away by the wind? I've said before that you're not children anymore. You have to bear the consequences of your own actions. You don't have the right to drag others down. Today, I let Xiao Zhang and the others go to look for you because you're all from the Desert Village. If there's a next time, no matter who you are, as long as you go into the mountains, you have to find a way to come back by yourself. If you can't come back, it's your fate."

After saying that, Wei Cai turned around and left. The others followed him, leaving only the group that went into the mountains and their families behind.

Zhang Wu returned home and told Song Shiwei what happened in the mountains, and then was sent back by his master to rest.

A good night's dream and dawn in the east.

When Song Shiwei woke up, Zhang Wu had already prepared breakfast and the hot water was warming in the pot, just waiting for Song Shiwei to get up, wash up and eat.

While Song Shiwei was washing his face, Zhang Wu brought the freshly brewed tea and placed it on the table. Then he began to serve breakfast. After Song Shiwei finished washing up and entered the main room, he sat down and started eating.

"Master, we need to prepare some more food at home. I will go to the city to buy some more food."

Song Shiwei raised his eyes and looked at him strangely: "Are we short of vegetables?"

Zhang Wu smiled and shook his head: "It's not that there is a shortage, it's just that the preparations are not enough. I always feel uncomfortable. I want to prepare more so that I can feel at ease."

Song Shiwei didn't say anything. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, and with a wave of his hand, a small mountain of vegetables appeared on the ground. There were green vegetables, cabbage, shepherd's purse, and fern, all of which were very green and pleasing to the eye.

Zhang Wu stared at the fresh vegetables on the ground, as if he was dumbfounded.

Song Shiwei raised his eyelids and said, "If you need anything in the future, remember to tell me. The capital city is not peaceful these days, so try not to go to the city if you don't have anything to do."

Zhang Wu quickly came back to his senses: "Yes, I understand."

After dinner, the family of the group who went into the mountains yesterday pushed a cart of firewood and knocked on the door with a basket of vegetables in their hands.

Hearing the noise outside, Song Shiwei got up and went back to his room, letting Zhang Wu negotiate.

These people came to thank Zhang Wu for saving their lives last night, but their families did not have much money and they had to buy food from people in the village who had more food, so they could only bring some firewood and pickled wild vegetables.

Zhang Wu declined, but these people said that Wu Dahai and the others had accepted it, and they insisted that Zhang Wu accept it to give them a chance to thank them. Zhang Wu had no choice but to accept it, and exchanged greetings with a few people. After they left, he moved the firewood into the woodshed and put the wild vegetables into the kitchen. He turned around and saw Song Shiwei leaning against the door frame with his arms folded, with a mischievous look in his eyes.

Zhang Wu pursed his lips and said, "Master, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Except for Miss Huang, it's rare that you feel embarrassed towards others," Song Shiwei walked slowly in front of him, his smile slightly restrained: "Zhang Wu, do you feel that your heart has become much calmer now? Sometimes you will consider how to behave towards those people."

Zhang Wu really thought about it seriously, and finally nodded with some hesitation: "I feel...it seems...that there are some such changes. Master, do you think such changes are good or bad?"

"There are both good and bad ones, it depends on how you choose." Song Shiwei looked up at the snow in the air, and said in a floating tone: "Don't talk about you, even I have changed a lot. I always felt that since this is an unreal world, all people and things in the world are illusions. Even if I use them or use any means, as long as it can save some trouble, I can do whatever I want."

Zhang Wu understood every word, but he still didn't understand the meaning, so he remained silent.

Song Shiwei chuckled: "I have done many things and met many people before, but not once did I follow my heart. I used to think that the world was full of calculations or interactions for profit, but coming here..."

I came here because I knew that this was a world in a book with natural disasters in the early stage and war in the later stage. Even though I was disdainful in my heart, I still committed theft in the name of robbing the rich and prepared sufficient supplies.

We came here because we knew that there were disaster victims everywhere, and we took advantage of the people from Dahe Village to travel together, just to avoid chaos among the disaster victims.

Song Shiwei did not say the rest, and there was no need to say it. It would be better to say it to himself than to Zhang Wu.

Song Shiwei raised his hand to catch the snowflakes, then lowered his eyes to feel them carefully. Snow is a real touch, and people are flesh and blood and have thoughts.

Is this really just a world in a book?

Song Shiwei raised his head and looked at the sky.

Why can others go to a peaceful and prosperous world for a peaceful vacation?

Why did I choose a world full of disasters?

Why are there still people like Huang Changyuan in this world who are kind-hearted from beginning to end?

Aren't people supposed to be selfish, have no moral standards, and use any means to achieve their goals? How can there be people as stupid as them!

And the official hints that coming here, what should we do ourselves?

Song Shiwei just felt something was wrong recently. After thinking about it carefully today, he got no result. So he just gave up and sighed softly, "Let's go back to the house."

Although Zhang Wu didn't know why his master suddenly said these words today, he could clearly feel that she was in a low mood. Zhang Wu really wanted to share his master's worries, but seeing that his master didn't want to say much, he could only follow her silently.

Song Shiwei did not go to the main room, but returned to the bedroom. After closing the door, he slipped directly into the space, moved a recliner from the static area and placed it beside the field. The scent of herbs lingered at his nose.

Zhang Wu stood in front of Song Shiwei's door for a while. When he heard nothing, he went back to the room, took out his long sword, and swung it again and again in the yard in the wind and snow.

Winter nights always come quickly. Song Shiwei did not come out for lunch. Zhang Wu called him twice, thinking that his master was in a bad mood and sleeping in the house. He called him again for dinner and he finally came out.

After dinner, Zhang Wu was called home by Wei Cai's son to chat. Song Shiwei felt bored and simply did not go, but still reminded Zhang Wu to bring some firewood over.