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

Li An glared at him and said, "Why are you learning these things at such a young age? Is it because it's not good to live here or is there something missing from you?"

Feng Ru was so scared that she waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no, it's great here, very great. Everyone gave me and my mother thick quilts to cover us, thick clothes to wear, and they sent us so much firewood. We also have vegetables and food. My mother and I will never go hungry again. I only dreamed about the life we ​​have now."

Li An's expression eased a little, but he still glared: "Then what the hell do you want to learn to serve others? That's what slaves do."

"I want to learn more and repay you, Brother Li An, in the future. My mother said that you are all capable people, and I will never be able to be useful to you even if I grow up." Feng Ru smiled brightly: "I have thought about it. Since I don't know if I can become a capable person in the future, I will learn more now and do what I can do on weekdays."

Li An felt a pang in his heart. He squatted down to look Feng Ru in the eye and said gently, "Xiao Ru, you are so young and know how to repay kindness. You are better than many people. The most important thing for you now is to take good care of your body so that you can do what you want to do. Don't you think this makes sense?"

"Yes."

Li An smiled: "It's good that you understand. Serving people is not a skill. Think about it slowly. I've been out for a while. I'm going back first. Remember what I told you. Come to me if you have any problems. If you don't know the way, any adult on the street will know how to get to Zhou Mansion."

Feng Ru nodded: "I remember it."

Li An still had things to do in the office, so he said a few more words to the girl and then left.

The little body clung to the doorpost and kept looking at Li Ang's figure until it could no longer see him and then turned back.

After Zhang Wu returned to Damao Village, he told Song Shiwei everything about the little girl.

"Oh? Li An settled them down?" Song Shiwei's lips curled up slightly: "I didn't realize before that Li An is such a kind person."

Zhang Wu nodded with a smile: "I didn't expect that he doesn't look like someone who would meddle in other people's business, especially in the current situation."

"With the Zhou family's power in the northern border, he is not afraid of trouble," Song Shiwei said, looking at Zhang Wu with a half-smile: "He is Zhou Huai's man."

"No matter how capable Li An is, he is only in the North. I have a master, so I am not afraid no matter where I am."

Song Shiwei looked quite satisfied: "That's the right way to think. You are mine, so you don't need to be afraid of anyone."

Zhang Wu grinned, revealing a rare naive look: "I see that you look a little tired, would you like me to give you a shoulder massage?"

Seeing his servile look, Song Shiwei rolled his eyes and waved his hand: "Forget it, I'd better go back to my room and lie down for a while. I got up too early in the morning and I'm very sleepy. If you have nothing to do, go chase your Miss Huang. It's been so long and there's still no good news. I'm worried about you."

Zhang Wu stared at Song Shiwei's back in amazement, grinned and scratched the back of his head, then thought of Miss Huang's shy look last time, and stood there and laughed foolishly twice.

As soon as Song Shiwei entered the room, he heard Zhang Wu's silly grin and shook his head helplessly.

After Zhang Wu left, Song Shiwei went into the space and took a hot bath, washed her long hair carefully, changed into clean clothes, added fodder to the livestock in the space, and then ate a bowl of wontons before leaving the space. She lay on the bed and fell asleep soon after.

For the next half month, Song Shiwei never left the house again. After he finished reading the storybook, he asked Zhang Wu to buy it back. On the contrary, Zhang Wu lived a very fulfilled life.

He got up early to make breakfast for Song Shiwei, and then drove the carriage to the city to listen to the news, especially the gossip among the noble families. Knowing that his master was interested, he listened very carefully every time.

Sometimes I come back to make it at noon, and sometimes I pack it up and bring it back from the city. In the afternoon, I go to Xiahuang Village to curry favor with the Huang family.

Zhang Wu doesn't need to cook dinner every time. Sometimes Song Shiwei wants to eat cooked food in the space, so she asks Zhang Wu not to rush back.

At noon that day, Zhang Wu came back from the provincial capital with a small cloth bag in his hand. When he opened the bag, he found two purses inside, one deep and one shallow.

Song Shiwei looked at Zhang Wu with a teasing look in his eyes: "Is this from Miss Huang? It seems that you have finally made some progress."

Zhang Wu pushed the light-colored purse toward Song Shiwei with a helpless look on his face. "This was made by Ruer. It's the mother and daughter you saved at the city gate last time. I met them by chance when I entered the city this morning. She said her mother taught her how to embroider purses some time ago. The light-colored one is for you, and this one is mine. She stuffed it into my hand and ran away, faster than a rabbit."

Song Shiwei:.......

"Master, you can't blame me for this. I really didn't react at the time."

Song Shi smiled and said, "What will you do when you react?"

"Of course not. I know you don't like trouble. Although the girl looks pitiful and hasn't offended anyone, she's just too young. Who knows, she might get involved."

"She's a snake, and she's still clinging to me," Song Shiwei put down the teacup, his eyes nonchalant, "Don't even think about trying to trick me. I don't have any plans to take her in for the time being, but if you want to leave, you can leave at any time."

Zhang Wu was so frightened that he stood up in a hurry and waved his hands: "I have never thought of leaving. Master, please understand. You can't chase me away."

Song Shiwei glanced at him and said, "It's up to you whether you want to leave or not. I won't force you to stay, and I won't chase you away either."

Zhang Wu then breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled twice.

"Tell me, what else did the little girl say?"

Zhang Wu pulled the corner of his mouth and said dryly: "She didn't say anything, but she kept saying that she wanted to repay you. She said that even if you didn't do it for them, you really saved them and their daughter, and they can't just pretend that it didn't happen.

She also said that they have recovered in this period of time. Li An sometimes sent food and prepared clothes and medicine for wounds. Her health has improved a lot. She has been learning needlework from her mother during this period. Now her needlework is not good enough, so she can only embroider a purse to show her love. I will make handkerchiefs and clothes for you in the future. "

"No, wait a minute, that girl is only about seven or eight years old, is she learning needlework at such a young age?"

Zhang Wu nodded seriously, "Didn't people learn needlework from childhood throughout history? The girls from the noble families in the capital all started learning needlework when they were a few years old. Not only needlework, but also music, chess, calligraphy and painting. They were not the best at all, but at least they had to be good at everything. When my daughter was seven or eight years old, it was the right time to learn these things."

Song Shiwei found it hard to agree with that matter-of-fact tone.

But he didn't say anything and waved for him to continue.

Zhang Wu spread his hands and said, "That's all I have to say."

Song Shiwei twitched his lips: "If you don't have any, go find Miss Huang. I'm tired."

When passing by Zhang Wu, Song Shiwei stopped and looked at his clothes today. He took the purse from his hand, held it on his clothes, and said seriously: "This purse matches your clothes very well. It just so happens that your purse is worn out. Why not change it to this one?"

Zhang Wu let out an "oh" and quickly took off the old purse from around his waist and tied Feng Ruxiu's purse on instead.

Song Shiwei patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, let's go to Huang's house. Huang Ping asked you to go to the mountains to chop firewood. Go quickly."

"Then I am leaving."

"roll roll roll."