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

Song Shiwei still remembered that he had personally pulled the sword out of his heart veins, and showed the man what he thought was a flamboyant and seductive smile: "Shang Heyu, there is no need to say anything against your will. If you want my life, just take it. From now on, we are done with each other. I have never owed you anything. The law of heaven will settle the matter for me. You and the rest of you, take care of yourselves."

There was no need for Shang Heyu to activate the ultimate formation. Song Shiwei used the remaining spiritual power to reverse the flow of his meridians, and his Mahayana cultivation burst out in an instant and spread towards the heaven and earth. Everyone was hit by the momentum and vomited blood. They were about to be taken away together, but in the end they remembered their mission and forced themselves to retract their momentum, and finally disappeared into the world.

Before he closed his eyes completely, Song Shiwei seemed to see a dark red cassock running towards him, and as if someone was calling his name.

Thinking of this, Song Shiwei raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the teacup on the table, gently blew away the heat, then took a sip of tea, and the heat flowed down his throat and warmed his stomach.

There is no need to guess, except for the young monk Xiao Qinian who was deceived miserably by himself, no one else dared to wear a cassock of that color.

The deepest memories in his heart were evoked, and Song Shiwei was in a very good mood. Although he had successfully completed his mission and returned to the Space-Time Bureau, and did not ask about what happened later, the Heavenly Dao of that world would definitely not fail to settle accounts with Shang Heyu just because he was the son of destiny chosen by it.

Heaven will judge who is right and who is wrong.

If coming here was God's will, it would not be a bad thing for Song Shiwei. It was a pity that the chatterbox in the system was not here.

Everyone in the world suffers, only you are comfortable.

After lunch, the people who went to the city for treatment came back and brought back the latest news from the city. After Wei Cai learned about it, he made a special trip to Song Shiwei's place.

Song Shiwei invited everyone to the main room to warm themselves by the fire, poured a cup of tea and then spoke: "The village chief came at an unfortunate time. My brother did not sleep all night and went to bed only after returning from the village chief's house this morning. He is still trying to catch up on his sleep."

Wei Cai took a sip of tea and waved his hand with a smile: "It's okay, I just want to tell you some news, it's the same whether you listen to him or not."

"News from the city?"

Wei Cai nodded, and the depression in his eyes dissipated: "There should be no more trouble in the city in the future. The noble families in the city are going to distribute porridge at the city gate starting tomorrow. If you don't have enough firewood at home, you can go into the mountains with the soldiers to cut wood. This way your safety will be guaranteed."

Song Shi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Officers and soldiers lead the team?"

"Yes, General Zhou issued an order and specially sent a team of soldiers back to the city to maintain order. Now that the city is stable, we don't have to worry about anyone causing trouble when we enter the city. Before, everyone was only thinking about stockpiling food and firewood, but forgot about oil and salt. Tomorrow, the village will go to the city together to buy. When your brother wakes up, ask him if he wants to go with us."

Song Shi smiled and nodded: "No need to ask him, I can make the decision. When will everyone enter the city tomorrow?"

Wei Cai looked at Song Shiwei in surprise and smiled kindly: "Meet at the village entrance at the end of the Mao hour tomorrow."

"Then my brother and I will go to the city with everyone tomorrow. We don't have much salt left at home."

"Okay, I'll go back first. I have a lot of things to do at home." Wei Cai stood up and walked outside, waving his hands as he walked: "Don't see me off. It's so cold. Don't freeze. If you have anything, just come to my house to find me."

Song Shiwei stopped and smiled very obediently: "Village Chief, take care."

After Wei Cai went out, he closed the door and then walked home feeling refreshed.

After the people left, Song Shiwei's face was no longer obedient. After adding two pieces of firewood to the brazier, he thought about going into the city tomorrow.

According to the news coming back from Zhangwu Hall and what Zhou Huai and Zhou Yi said, the noble families in the northern border are not easy to deal with. The Zhou family should have taken the lead in distributing porridge, and other families should have followed suit. With the army in the city, it should be peaceful for a while. As for the officers and soldiers leading everyone into the mountains to cut wood, it was also to allow everyone to stock up on what they need for the extreme cold.

From the perspective of someone like Song Shiwei who judges by deeds rather than intentions, the Zhou family is worthy of being the leader of the northern border. No wonder the aristocratic families and the person above are wary of them.

When it comes to winning the hearts of the people, the Zhou family deserves it.

No one woke him up, and Zhang Wu slept until 3:00 p.m. He was panicked when he woke up. He hurriedly put on his clothes and walked quickly into the main room. As soon as he entered the door, he met Song Shiwei's gaze and stopped immediately.

Song Shiwei frowned: "What are you in such a hurry for?"

"I just woke up from my sleep, is it time for lunch, Master?"

Song Shiwei suddenly realized and chuckled, "I thought you were going to do something. I ate lunch. Do you think I am your master who can only exploit people? How can you let you keep working even though you have not slept all night?"

Zhang Wu lowered his head quickly: "That's not what I meant. I was just worried that my master would be hungry."

"Okay, these are all small matters. I can take care of myself without you. Hurry up and sit down," Song Shiwei said as he took out a bag of snacks and pointed at the table. "If you're hungry, just eat something. It'll be dinner in another hour. Oh, by the way, Village Chief Wei came by this afternoon."

While Zhangwu was having snacks, Song Shiwei told Wei Cai the purpose of his visit and finally said, "Let's go into the city tomorrow to take a look."

"it is good."

Song Shiwei thought for a moment and said, "Even Village Chief Wei and his men forgot to buy oil and salt. I'm sure the Huang family is the same. Go to the city tomorrow and buy more. Then go to Xiahuang Village and ask. If they forgot, give them the salt. If they bought it, forget it."

Zhang Wu nodded repeatedly: "I will remember this."

Early the next morning, the two men drove a horse-drawn carriage to the entrance of the village. Wei Cai and others had just arrived a while ago. Seeing that everyone was present, Wei Cai sat on his own ox cart and greeted everyone to set off.

Families with better conditions in the northern villages, like Wei Cai, only had ox-drawn carts. Other families who could not afford animals used human power to pull the carts. Only Song Shiwei had a horse-drawn carriage, so he did not have to withstand the wind and snow. There was even a small pot of charcoal burning in the carriage. Unlike others, he wrapped his collar tightly along the way.

Zhang Wu, who was sitting outside the carriage, was also fully armed, with a rabbit fur collar around his neck, a wolfskin ear-covering hat on his head, a cloth towel around his face, and deerskin gloves on his hands. Even so, he still felt cold when blown by the wind and snow, let alone others.

The group arrived at the city, feeling exhausted. They first went to the grocery store to buy oil and salt. Wei Cai and others also planned to go to the cloth shop to look at the linen. The two sides parted ways in the grocery store. Afterwards, Zhang Wu went in to buy a large amount of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Seeing that there were also dried chilies, he thought of Song Shiwei's preference for heavy flavors, so he bought another big bag of chilies.

After buying the things and bringing them into the car, Song Shiwei waved his hand and put the things into the space, and then asked Zhang Wu to drive to the teahouse to listen to the news.

After arriving at the teahouse, they found a seat by the window, ordered a pot of Maojian tea, and then listened to the discussions in the teahouse without saying a word.