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

Taking the mountain road to Xiahuang Village saves half the time than taking the village road, and it only takes two cups of tea to reach Huang Changyuan's home.

The whole family was chatting by the fire in the main room. When they heard a knock on the door, Huang Changyuan pointed to his eldest son and said, "It must be Xiao Zhang. Open the door for him quickly."

Huang Ping hurried out and saw Zhang Wu when he opened the door. He smiled and said, "My father knew it was you. Come in quickly and warm yourself by the fire. It's freezing outside."

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Huang Ping looked at Zhang Wu's sturdy body and smiled: "You have a strong body. You must have practiced a lot every day."

"Practice for a while every day, and it will become a habit over time."

"That's good."

The two of them walked into the main room, talking and laughing. Huang Changyuan shook the pipe in his hand and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhang is here, come and sit down."

Zhang Wu responded and raised his hand to take off his cloak. As soon as he took it off, a pair of slender hands reached out to him. When he looked up, he met Huang Ying's smiling face. Zhang Wu's whole face turned red instantly.

Huang Changyuan and his old wife looked at each other, and the smiles on their faces deepened.

Zhang Wu moved his mouth and whispered thanks.

Huang Ying put the cloak on the low cabinet beside her and said softly, "Brother Zhang is still so polite. Come over and sit down, warm yourself by the fire."

"Eh."

The response was loud enough that Huang Ping, who was adding firewood to the fire, looked up.

Zhang Wu finally reacted, and this time even his ears turned red.

Huang Ying covered her mouth and laughed when she saw this.

Zhang Wu walked quickly to Huang Changyuan and sat upright.

Huang Hai saw it clearly from the side and immediately laughed: "Brother Zhang, why are your face and ears still red? Are you cold?"

Huang Ping happened to be sitting next to Zhang Wu. When he heard what he said, he turned around and saw that his face was indeed red. He couldn't help but worry: "Oh, it's true. Did you get frostbitten in the snow on the way here? The snow and wind these past two days are stronger than before, and the temperature is much lower. I suggest you don't come here every day. There's nothing to do in winter anyway. If you catch a cold, it will be bad. Haizi and I are at home."

Zhang Wu pursed his lips and said nothing.

Huang Changyuan was watching happily from the side, and then he looked at his second son who was deliberately joking and his shy youngest daughter, with a kind look: "The temperature these two days is much lower than usual. If Xiao Zhang is free at home, come to our house and chat with us. But remember to wear thick clothes when you go out, so as not to catch a cold."

"Don't worry, Uncle Huang. I'm wearing warm clothes, so I'm not cold."

Everyone in the room was smiling. Huang Ying brought a bowl of hot water and placed it next to Zhang Wu. Just as she was about to step away, she saw the brand new purse hanging around Zhang Wu's waist and she froze in place.

The men were all talking and naturally didn't notice Huang Ying's abnormality. However, Luo Hongmei, as a mother, noticed it instantly. She followed Huang Ying's gaze to her purse, her eyes moved, and she called Huang Ying to her side.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?"

Huang Ying glanced at Zhang Wu's back again and pursed her lips without saying anything.

After all, it came from her own belly. Even if she didn't say it, Luo Hongmei could have guessed it a little. She stretched out her index finger and tapped her daughter's forehead, and said in a suppressed voice: "Look at your achievements. It's just a purse. It's not worth speculating. What if Xiao Zhang bought it in the city? Didn't you say before that his purse was shabby and you wanted to embroider one for him?"

Huang Ying shook her head: "He didn't buy that."

"How do you know it wasn't bought? Have you asked him?"

Huang Ying continued to shake her head: "I was close to him just now, and the stitching on the purse was a little rough. How could a purse sold be like this? It must have been given to him by that woman."

Luo Hongmei still felt that Zhang Wu was not the kind of person who would casually take money from girls. After thinking about it, her eyes lit up: "Maybe Xiao Song did it to him."

Huang Ying still shook her head: "Mother, Miss Song doesn't seem like the type to make a purse. If she makes a wooden sword, I believe it."

"You haven't asked him, so how do you know it's what you think? What if Xiao Song really gave it to him? Since you're unhappy, just tell him clearly. Asking him clearly won't cause you to make random guesses."

Huang Ying lowered her head, with a bitter look on her lips: "What right do I have to ask? How can I ask? What if the purse is really given by the girl that Brother Zhang likes? If I ask, won't I be laughed at?"

Luo Hongmei sighed, took her back to the room, took her daughter's hand and sat down, and said earnestly: "You are my own daughter, I know you have feelings for Xiao Zhang. Xiao Zhang often comes home to help with this and that. Your father and I are watching from the side, how can we not see that he has the same feelings for you;

You guys are still too young and too thin-skinned. If the pocket is really a misunderstanding, you can ask clearly, wouldn't everyone be happy? And if Xiao Zhang really likes another girl, it's a good thing that you know it earlier, and don't waste time on him;

My daughter, think carefully about what I said and make your own decision on what to do. In short, don't let your suspicion lead to misunderstandings between the two of you."

After Luo Hongmei finished speaking, she stopped talking, stood up, took the winnowing basket from the table and picked out the beans.

Huang Ying thought seriously about what her mother had just said. The more she thought about it, the more depressed and uncomfortable she felt. When she remembered that the purse Zhang Wu had received was given by another girl, she felt even more upset.

In just a cup of tea, Huang Ying suddenly stood up, put her hands on her waist and clenched her fists, looked at Luo Hongmei firmly, and then walked quickly to the main room.

When she reached the door of the main hall, Huang Ying stopped, tightened her handkerchief tightly, her chest heaved, and then she took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Huang Hai and four other people in the room were talking about going hunting in the mountains a few days ago. When they heard the noise, they looked towards the door and saw that it was Huang Ying who continued talking.

Huang Ying walked behind Zhang Wu, stretched out her hand and tugged at his clothes, and when he looked over, she spoke softly, "Brother Zhang, you, you come out for a moment."

Zhang Wu looked at Huang Ying's back as she hurriedly left after she finished speaking, feeling confused, but he still said something to Huang Changyuan and others, then got up and walked out.

Huang Ying was waiting outside the main room door. When Zhang Wu came out, she didn't say anything, but took him to the kitchen. There was a fire on the stove at that time, so the kitchen was not cold.

At Huang Ying's signal, Zhang Wu walked to the stove and sat down: "Miss Huang, is there anything you need me to do?"

Huang Ying originally found it difficult to start, but now that the person had arrived and there were only two of them in the kitchen, she finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Brother Zhang, the purse you're wearing today matches your clothes very well. Is it new?"

Zhang Wu was stunned at first, then he reacted, took the purse from his waist in his hand, and said with a smile: "This, I didn't buy it, it was given to me by a little girl. Not only did she give it to me, my master also has one."

Huang Ying's face turned pale when she heard this. The only things in her mind were the four words the girl had given her, and she completely ignored the little girl.

Seeing that she was silent and looked a little unhappy, Zhang Wu could no longer sit still. He quickly stood up and walked to Huang Ying, looking worried: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I feel uncomfortable," Huang Ying spoke quickly. She only realized what she had said after she had said it. She felt bitter and shy in her heart.

"You feel uncomfortable? Or do you feel pain in your chest? This is no small matter. You need to see a doctor. Wait for me. I will go back and get a carriage to take you to the city to see a doctor."