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

The coffin shops in the city were not closed. After the extreme cold weather hit, many people were killed and injured, and the coffin shops were doing better than usual. Therefore, Zhang Wu easily bought a coffin of high-quality material and immediately ordered someone to deliver the coffin to the house.

When Zhang Wu came back, Feng Ru had already packed his luggage and was only carrying a small bag.

Seeing this, Song Shiwei asked, "Just these things?"

"The clothes, quilts and food were all bought by Brother Li An. They are not Ruer's things. The clothes Ruer is wearing were also bought by Brother Li An. The old clothes were thrown away by Brother Li An." Feng Ru lifted the small bundle. "Inside are the handkerchiefs I made for mother and sister. They are not finished yet. There are also some of mother's things."

Song Shiwei nodded gently: "If you don't want the things Li An bought for you, then leave them. I will buy them for you after I finish my work. These are just small things."

"Ru'er doesn't want them, but she thinks it will be too much trouble for Brother Li An. Those things are too valuable..."

Song Shi frowned slightly and looked at Feng Ru with disapproval: "If you don't want it, then why not take it? The bedding is fine, but the clothes that Li An bought for you are all in your size, what is he doing with them? After all, they are what you have worn."

Feng Ru then realized that he had done something wrong. He ran out and came back with a large bag on his shoulders. He carried the bag into the main room with great effort.

Song Shiwei nodded with satisfaction: "Think more about what you do in the future. If you don't like it, no one will say anything to you if you stay. If you just think Li An is a waste of money, I will pay him back when he comes back."

Feng Ru waved her hands in panic: "Sister, Ru'er was wrong. Brother Li An also had good intentions. He bought clothes and new bedding for me and my mother. When Ru'er grows up, she will repay him herself."

Song Shiwei liked this straightforward way of speaking, and nodded slightly: "Then you will repay him later."

Zhang Wu had the coffin carried into the yard, and then went to the main hall to report to Song Shiwei.

"Master, I've bought the coffin and found a few people to do the work."

Song Shiwei waved his sleeves and stood up, turning to look at Feng Ru: "Do you want to see your mother again?"

Feng Ru nodded and followed Zhang Wu to the room to take a last look at Feng.

The person Zhang Wu found was a handyman in the coffin shop, who often helped people carry the deceased. If the wages were enough, he could not only carry the dead, but also dig a pit for burying. It could be said to be a one-stop service.

The group followed Feng Ru's instructions and came to the river. At this moment, the riverbed was covered with a thick layer of ice. The branches on the riverside had already withered, and the branches made creaking sounds when blown by the wind.

Feng Ru was led by Zhang Wu and sobbed quietly all the way. Now that she saw the coffin being put into the pit with her own eyes, she could no longer hold back her tears.

Zhang Wu embraced the man and patted his back gently again and again.

Song Shiwei stood not far away, looking at Feng's coffin quietly, with inexplicable emotions flowing in his eyes.

After burying Feng, Zhang Wu paid the coffin shop's wages. After sending her away, he took Feng Ru to the grave and put his hands on her shoulders to push her forward: "Have a good talk with your mother. It's cold outside. We should go back soon."

After saying this, Zhang Wu left the space to the mother and daughter, and strode over to stand beside Song Shiwei.

"Feng will follow me from now on. Leave a letter at the house later so that Li An won't be unable to find him when he returns."

Zhang Wu raised his head suddenly, his eyes full of surprise. Thinking of Feng Ru's background, he nodded in agreement. Then he thought of his master's unpredictable methods, and his eyebrows were filled with worry: "Although Ru'er is still young, children are at the age when they don't know human nature. I'm afraid someone will trick her into revealing my master."

Song Shiwei raised his hand to interrupt: "Don't worry, she has taken the loyalty pill just like you."

Zhang Wu was finally relieved, with a slight smile on his face: "Ru'er is smart. With her by the master's side, I can rest assured when I go out."

Song Shiwei's eyes fell on the little person in front of him, and he curled his lips: "I'm not a child abuser. That girl is so young, what can she do? While you are not married yet, go to the bookstore and buy some enlightenment books. Teach her to read at home. If she wants to learn skills, what skills can she learn if she can't read."

"I can just read and write, but I can't learn anything more profound," Zhang Wu felt a little embarrassed when he said this. The reason why he could read and write was that he learned it from the young master who was in charge of the mansion when he was working there, but he only knew the basics.

"It's good enough that you can read. We can talk about the others later."

Feng Ru spoke for a long time in front of Feng's grave until his knees almost gave out, and Zhang Wu carried him away.

The three of them returned to the house and took Feng Ru's luggage. Zhang Wu left a letter for Li An on the table in the main hall. Then the three of them went to the bookstore to buy pens, ink, paper, and inkstones as well as enlightenment books and returned to Damao Village.

When the house was built, there were originally three bedrooms. At first, no one was thought of letting anyone live in the house, so the extra room was converted into a firewood room. Now that there was one more person, Feng Ru, in the house, Song Shiwei asked Zhang Wu to take the person to the main room to warm up by the fire, while he went to the firewood room, waved his hand to collect the firewood in the firewood room into the space, and then took out the bed, cabinet and desk from the space and placed them on the floor.

After doing all this, Song Shiwei asked Zhang Wu to get bedding and make the bed for Feng Ru, and brought a basin of charcoal into the room.

When Feng Ru saw Zhang Wu coming in with two thick quilts, he hurried forward to help, but was stopped by Song Shiwei.

"You are still young, what can you do? Go warm yourself by the fire." Song Shiwei saw the little girl's eyes turn red just after she finished speaking. He was confused and frowned at her: "Why are you crying?"

Feng Ru's eyes were red as she shook her head. Tears welled up in her eyes as she smiled and said, "I'm just happy. I'm very happy."

Song Shiwei's mind was full of question marks.

Zhang Wu made the bed and replaced the quilt with the new four-piece set Song Shiwei brought. He glanced at the whole room and nodded, "I think there is nothing missing. Ruer has brought clothes and the brazier has been lit. It will not be cold in a while. What do you think, master?"

Song Shiwei pointed to the desk and said, "Put the books you bought on it. Next time I go to the city, I'll buy her a bookshelf. It doesn't have to be too high."

Zhang Wu agreed loudly, walked to Feng Ru and rubbed her head: "Look how much the master has done for you Zhou Yan, you must take good care of her in the future."

Feng Ru nodded vigorously.

Song Shiwei kicked Zhang Wu on the leg and said unhappily, "I don't need a little girl to take care of me. Go do your job."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Zhang Wu was left laughing, while Feng Ru covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

"I've put your clothes in the closet. The candles and charcoal are in the low cabinet. If you feel the bed isn't thick enough, remember to tell me and I'll get you another one. We have everything we need at home, so don't be shy about needing anything. The master may appear cold on the outside, but he's warm at heart. You'll understand after getting along with him for a while."

"Brother Zhang Wu, I know. Sister Song is a very good person. I am not afraid of her. Ru'er must grow up quickly and take good care of Sister Song."

She is so sensible at such a young age. Thinking of her experience, Zhang Wu looked at Feng Ru with a loving look in his eyes: "Okay, take a look to see if you need anything else. I'll go cook. Only by eating well and sleeping well can you grow fast. Oh, by the way, there is charcoal burning in the room, remember to leave a crack in the window for ventilation."

"Ruer knows, Brother Zhangwu, I will cook with you. I know how to light a fire."