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

After the greetings, everyone went home one after another, and Song Shiwei also said goodbye to the Huang family.

After returning home, Song Shiwei yawned as he went back to his room, ready to take a nap.

When the Huang family got home, everyone had a worried look on their faces.

Huang Ying walked up to Luo Hongmei and took her arm. "Mom, Brother will be fine. Look, Brother has been in the mountains for so many years, and he always came back safe and sound. Besides, Brother Liu and Brother Zhang are with him this time. There are so many people here, so he will definitely be fine."

Luo Hongmei sighed and patted her daughter's hand gently: "I know everything you said. It's just that your second brother's temper, I'm really afraid that he will rush over when he sees a wild animal. Your father heard from the village chief that there has been unrest in the mountains recently. I'm always worried."

"But the village chief also said that we must listen to Brother Zhang when we go into the mountains this time. We must discuss everything together and not act rashly. My second brother always likes to listen to Brother Zhang and he will definitely listen this time. Don't worry, mother. My second brother will be back in a few days."

After some consolation, Luo Hongmei finally smiled.

Many families are worried about going into the mountains to hunt, but they know there is nothing they can do. They go into the mountains for the sake of the entire village, and they can't just wait for the wild animals to come down the mountain and attack the village again.

Unlike other people who were worried and concerned, Song Shiwei was not worried at all.

Knowing Zhang Wu's strength, too many wild beasts might be dangerous, but they can still leave, so there is no need to worry about his safety.

However, because Zhang Wu was not around, Song Shiwei had to do all the housework. She was now sitting in the kitchen boiling water to make tea. Fortunately, the firewood in the brazier was still burning when she came back, so there was no need to relight it.

Boil some hot water and make a pot of tea.

Song Shiwei stood by the window holding a cup of hot tea, looking at the snow and sighing softly: "It's snowing again."

Not only has the snow been heavier than usual these past two days, but the temperature has also dropped a lot. I could clearly feel the drop in temperature when I went out in the morning.

As for the extreme cold, I remember that the book did not describe it in detail. It only said that the temperature was the lowest ever, with snow and wind flying everywhere. People's hair turned white within seconds of going out. The whole Dali period was very cold, and most families were separated. The north was still better, after all, the north was very cold in winter, and people were used to preparing firewood in advance. Other places, especially Jiangnan and other places, could be said to be like fish in a dry rut.

Song Shiwei stretched his hand out of the window and truly felt the biting cold.

If the current temperature is not considered extremely cold, it must be minus 60 or 70 degrees Celsius. I don't know if other people have noticed the temperature drop.

Steam rose from the cup. Song Shiwei took a sip of hot tea, and the heat went straight to his stomach. He slowly exhaled some white mist, raised his hand to lower the window, leaving only a tiny gap, and then turned around and added two more pieces of wood to the brazier.

Song Shiwei sat in the main room all day, drinking tea and reading the miscellaneous notes bought by Zhang Wu. When he was hungry, he took out the cooked food from the space.

At night, Song Shiwei extinguished the brazier in the main room. The short distance from the main room to the bedroom already felt that the temperature was a few degrees lower than during the day.

When there was a knock on the door, Song Shiwei had just added charcoal to the charcoal basin in the house and went out to open the door with full of doubts.

"Why are you two here?"

Huang Ping and Li Gui were standing at the door shaking their legs. When they saw Song Shi open the door slightly, they immediately smiled.

Song Shiwei quickly let the two of them into the house, brought the charcoal fire from the bedroom to the main room, and then poured two cups of warm water from the charcoal basin.

After they drank the hot water, he asked again, "Why are you here so late?"

Li Gui was not a talkative person, so Huang Ping took the initiative to say, "My father saw that it was much colder today than yesterday. Brother Zhang Wu was not around and was worried that you might not notice it. He was also afraid that you might catch a cold at night, so he asked me to come and tell you in the dark, in case you didn't feel it when you fell asleep. My father was worried that it would be unsafe for me to come alone so late, so he asked Uncle Gui to come with me to find you."

Li Gui nodded and said yes.

Song Shiwei's eyebrows moved slightly, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his tone was unusually gentle: "I'm sorry to have worried you. I feel much colder during the day than before, so I specially added an extra charcoal basin at night. You should also light an extra basin of firewood at night, and also pay attention to the gap."

"Okay, we know. You don't have to worry about us. After all, we all have a family living together. You live alone here now, so my father and others are bound to be worried. Now that I've told you, everyone can rest assured. Just take care of yourself. If there's anything, go to Xiahuang Village and call us."

Song Shi smiled and nodded. Seeing that they were ready to go back, he stood up and asked them to wait for a moment. Then he went into the room and came back with two water bags in a short while.

Fill the water bag with boiling hot water and pass one to each person.

"The cold is even worse at night, so hold it in your arms to warm yourself."

Li Gui hesitated and didn't answer.

Huang Ping didn't think anything of it. He took the water bag with a smile and stuffed it into his arms. He was worried that the hot water would leak out, so he was extra careful when stuffing it in. He turned to the bewildered Li Gui and said, "Uncle Gui, take it. Sister Song is also worried that we will catch a cold when we go back. If you really feel embarrassed, why don't you fill it with hot water and return it to Sister Song tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Song Shiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's just a water bag, stop joking."

Huang Ping grinned, "I just thought that if Uncle Gui didn't take it, I would be embarrassed to take it. Sister Song, let's go back. My father said that the temperature may drop further in the future, so you should pay more attention."

Song Shiwei smiled and agreed, then sent them to the door. He watched them disappear into the night before locking the door and returning to the house.

The next day, Song Shiwei took a nap until the end of Chen time. The charcoal fire in the room was about to go out, so he quickly wrapped himself in a cloak and added charcoal to the charcoal basin. He waited until the temperature in the room rose before getting up.

As soon as he pushed the door open, a cold current hit him in the face. Song Shiwei felt so cold that he shivered. He then closed the door decisively and decided not to go out.

Breakfast and lunch were all cooked food taken out from the space, and even physiological problems were relieved in the space. By the way, the livestock fodder was filled up and a batch of herbs were harvested.

I spent the afternoon in the space, wearing spring clothes and holding farm tools, harvesting vegetables Cao Yan, and then taking out seeds to plant.

It was almost dinner time when Song Shiwei changed his clothes and left the space.

A large number of herbs and vegetables arrived at the static area today. Song Shiwei was in a very good mood at the moment. It was a rare opportunity for him to have more patience and find some fun in farming.

After being busy all day and sweating while working in the space, he felt extremely comfortable now. He didn't mind the cold outside and opened the door to go out with the charcoal basin in his hand.

He first lit a fire in the kitchen and boiled two large pots of hot water, then lit the brazier in the main room, and then sat in the main room to continue reading the miscellaneous notes.

When I estimated that the hot water in the kitchen had boiled, I went to the kitchen and moved the bathtub out of the space, poured the two large pots of boiled water into the bathtub, and then continued to boil water.

When the third pot was being boiled, there was another knock on the door. Song Shiwei originally thought it was Huang Ping, but after he opened the door and saw who it was, he was surprised.