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

The little person on the ground was awakened by Feng's voice. He suddenly got up from the ground, jumped to the bedside, and grabbed Feng's hand: "Mom, mom, you finally woke up. Mom, please don't leave me, okay? Ru'er will be obedient in the future and never make you angry again."

Mrs. Feng looked at her daughter's tearful face and reached out to wipe her tears, but she had no strength. She smiled demurely and spoke in a softer tone than ever before: "Ruer is very well behaved and has never made her angry."

Feng Ru wiped her tears and said, "Mom, please get well soon. Ru'er will be filial to you. Please don't leave me."

"Mother is going to go look for your grandma, Ru'er, I can't bear to leave you."

Feng Ru burst into tears: "Mom, please don't go, please don't go, Ru'er can't live without you, mom, it's all my fault, if you weren't afraid that I would get cold, you wouldn't have gotten up at night to add firewood, and you wouldn't have fallen down, it's all my fault, mom, please get well soon, and you will add firewood for Ru'er from now on, mom..."

"Don't cry, Ru'er. I'm obliged to do anything for you. When I'm gone, you must listen to Li Ang and learn more skills," Feng looked at her daughter lovingly. She knew that she was on her last legs, and she wanted to engrave her daughter's appearance in her heart.

Feng Ru nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down her face: "Mom, I will listen to you. I will definitely learn skills and listen to Brother Li An, Sister Song and Brother Zhang Wu. I will grow up quickly and repay them."

"Okay, stop crying..."

Before she finished speaking, Feng slowly closed her eyes, and Hui's hand around her daughter loosened and dropped to the edge of the bed.

Feng Ru was stunned at first, and then stared at the breathless Feng, staring at her for a moment without blinking, and then burst into tears.

Her crying was hoarse and heart-wrenching, and she cried until she was sitting on the bed and retching.

Li An didn't know about Feng's death, and Song Shiwei, who had not been to the city recently, didn't know even more. At this moment, Li An was with Zhou Huai, talking with Zhou Wende in the military camp; Song Shiwei and Zhang Wu were also at home, warming themselves by the fire and reading storybooks.

Influenced by Song Shiwei, Zhang Wu has recently fallen in love with reading storybooks, especially those about gods and demons, and would discuss them with Song Shiwei from time to time.

On the afternoon of the day Feng passed away, Song Shiwei and Zhang Wu drove into the city, first went to a restaurant to pack up some meals, and then went to a teahouse to order a pot of black tea, listening to the gossip about the Li family in the teahouse.

"Hey, have you heard that Master Li sent his eldest daughter away last night?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire teahouse fell silent for an instant, then suddenly became noisy a few seconds later.

"Really? You must be joking. Mr. Li dotes on his eldest daughter so much, how could he send her away? Besides, the roots of the Li family are here. If they send her away, where would they send her? It can't be to a nunnery outside the city."

The person who spoke first sneered, "If we don't send the other girls of the Li family away, they won't be able to get married. After all, their reputation will be ruined. It's not good for them to stay at home and eat for free. If you ask me, sending them away is the right thing to do. As for where they were sent to, I really don't know."

Others just thought it was absurd. After all, she was their own flesh and blood. It was still extremely cold now. If they sent her away, who knows what kind of suffering she would suffer given her frail body.

Song Shiwei frowned when he heard this.

Zhang Wu was originally refilling her tea, and seeing this, he asked softly, "Master, do you have sympathy for Miss Li?"

Song Shiwei raised his eyes and looked at him with a strange look in his eyes: "I am too bored to pity her."

Zhang Wu rolled his eyes and said, "Master, do you think that Master Li did something wrong?"

"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs."

"It can only be said that Mr. Li is too cruel, but I think Miss Li deserves it. I heard from Brother Li that Miss Li did a lot of bad things in order to marry Mr. Zhou. Using her reputation as a threat was only part of it. It made Mr. Zhou very troubled during that period."

Song Shiwei couldn't help but smile when she thought of Zhou Huai's always warm face, and realized that he could also be troubled sometimes.

After staying in the teahouse for a while, they got up and left.

The carriage slowly stopped when it reached the long street. Zhang Wu looked out to see what was happening ahead, then turned to the carriage and said, "Master, I don't know what happened ahead. The carriage is blocked. It looks like we have to wait a little longer."

"It's okay, don't worry."

At this moment, a pedestrian passed by the carriage, and the words he said made the hand that was flipping through the pages of the book pause.

"How pitiful, kneeling on the ground in such a cold day."

"That's right. The little girl is really filial. If I wasn't so short of money, I would really help her bury her mother. She's so pitiful."

"I heard from the people around me that the little girl and her mother depended on each other for survival. Later, she met a noble person and was taken back home to be settled. Why did she come out to kneel down?"

"Is there any need to think about this? It must be that the nobleman doesn't want to care anymore. Well, forget it. We can't afford the money anyway, so let's just keep quiet."

Hearing the two people talking in private, Song Shiwei frowned immediately, lifted the car curtain and looked at the crowded place in front, and said in a cold voice: "Go and take a look."

Zhang Wu looked serious and said in a deep voice, "Yes."

After a while, Zhang Wu came back trotting, his face grim: "Master, it's Ru'er."

Song Shiwei pursed his lips: "Bring the person over."

"Yes."

Zhang Wu pushed through the crowd and brought Feng Ru to Song Shiwei, followed by many people watching the fun. Song Shiwei glanced at Feng Ru coldly, lifted him into the carriage, and then ordered Zhang Wu to leave.

The little girl hadn't said a word since she got on the bus. Her eyes were swollen like walnuts and she sobbed from time to time. She looked very pitiful and helpless.

Song Shiwei pinched his eyebrows: "What's going on?"

Feng Ru slowly raised her head, looked at Song Shiwei with sad eyes, pouted her little mouth, opened her hands and suddenly threw her little body into Song Shiwei's arms.

"Sister Song, Ru'er has no mother. Woohoo, my mother is gone."

Feeling a small ball in his arms, Song Shiwei's body stiffened instantly. His hands, which subconsciously wanted to push it away, froze. The little person in his arms was crying so hard that he forgot about it. Song Shiwei suppressed his discomfort and had to let his hands hang at his sides.

The carriage slowly stopped near Feng Ru's residence. Zhang Wu was stunned at first after lifting the curtain and seeing the situation inside the carriage. Then he gave Song Shiwei a cold look and quickly lowered the curtain.

After lowering the curtain, he patted his chest in fear, then jumped out of the carriage and led the horse to the side of the house. After stopping in a spacious place, he took a few steps back, with an attitude of watching his eyes and nose, and his nose watching his heart.

Inside the car, Song Shiwei saw Feng Ru's crying gradually subsided, and tried to make his voice softer: "Have you finished crying? Get off the car when you're done."

Feng Ru hurriedly left Song Shiwei's arms, pinching the corners of his clothes with both hands, and looked at her cautiously.

Song Shiwei took a deep breath, without even looking at her, he lifted the car curtain and got out.

Feng Ru hurriedly followed, and after getting off the car, he lowered his head and did not dare to look at the two of them.

Song Shiwei's gaze fell lightly on Zhang Wu.

Empress Zhang Wu felt a chill on her neck. She walked a few steps to Feng Ru and squatted down to look at her: "Ruru, can we go inside and talk?"

Feng Ru nodded like a chick pecking at rice, took out the key from his arms and trotted over to open the door.