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

The next day, Zhang Wu and Feng Ru got up early. They were afraid of disturbing Song Shiwei's sleep, so they simply learned to read in Feng Ru's room. Breakfast was also meat porridge made by Feng Ru.

The charcoal fire crackled in the house and the wind and snow rustled outside.

Zhang Wu brought a bowl of steaming brown sugar water from the kitchen and rubbed Feng Ru's head: "Drink some water before studying."

"Okay, Brother Zhang Wu, I think about the characters you taught me every night. When will you test me?"

The little girl's eyes were sparkling, and she looked at people with dependence. Zhang Wu could not stand such a look, so naturally there was no smile on his face.

"I'll test you if you can recognize a few more words. If you can't recognize them, don't blame me and tell the master."

Feng Ru curled her lips: "No way, Sister Song praised me for being smart, I'm sure I won't fail to recognize it."

After Feng Ru drank the brown sugar water, Zhang Wu continued to teach her to recognize words. After teaching her five big characters every day, Zhang Wu would go to the mountains to chop firewood in his free time.

Of course, this is also done for the villagers to see.

After finishing teaching today, Zhang Wu was still holding a machete and ready to go out.

Feng Ru trotted out of the house with excitement in her eyes: "Brother Zhang Wu, can I go with you?"

"No, wild animals come out easily in the mountains. If you are not careful, you will get lost. It is not safe for you to follow them."

Feng Ru let out a disappointed sound.

Zhang Wu found this very funny and pinched the little girl's cheek: "When you grow up, I will take you to the mountains to play. Be obedient. The master will get up soon. If you have nothing to do, go to the kitchen and warm up the tea for the master."

"Okay, then be careful and come back soon."

Before leaving, Zhang Wu smiled and said, "Got it, come in quickly, don't get cold."

After watching Zhang Wu and Wu Dahai who was waiting outside leave, Feng Ru carefully closed the door, went to the kitchen to warm the water on the low stove, and lit the charcoal basin in the main room.

Not long after I sat down, Song Shiwei pushed the door open and came out.

Feng Ru jumped up to Song Shiwei and said, "Sister Song, get up. I'll get you some hot water to wash your face. The tea is already warm and you can drink it anytime."

Song Shiwei's eyes were still filled with the confusion of having just woken up, and he leaned lazily against the door frame.

After washing and drinking porridge, he became energetic. Looking at the girl who was still energetic after getting up early, Song Shiwei yawned softly: "You don't have to get up early at home."

Feng Ru was squatting on the ground putting sweet potatoes into the charcoal basin. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "If you go to bed early at night, you will wake up early in the day. Brother Zhang Wu also wakes up very early every day."

"Your brother Zhang Wu gets up early to practice swordplay. He's used to it."

Feng Ru blinked and looked at Song Shiwei eagerly: "Sister Song, I want to learn too."

Song Shiwei raised his eyes to look at her: "You want to learn sword?"

"Yes, but I want to learn sword more, like Sister Song, it's very pretty."

"Just for looks?"

The little girl tilted her head and fell into thought. After a while, she shook her head and said, "It's not for the sake of looking good. Ru'er also wants to be as powerful as Sister Song, so that she won't be bullied in the future."

Song Shiwei couldn't help but chuckle: "Okay, it's good to have ambition, as long as you can persist."

"I will definitely be able to hold on. If anyone bullies me in the future, I will chop them down with my sword."

Song Shi hissed slightly and looked at Feng Ru with a strange look: "Who taught you?"

Feng Ru was stunned for a moment, then smiled shyly: "I thought of it myself, hehe."

"Very good, keep it up," Song Shiwei picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. "Then start from tomorrow, get up early and practice sword with Zhang Wu, then learn to read after practice. Start with the basics first, and only after you have a solid foundation can you go further."

Although Feng Ru is ignorant, he is obedient.

When Zhang Wu came back at noon, Song Shiwei asked him to get up early and practice sword with Feng Ru.

Zhang Wu looked at Feng Ru with admiration: "You should learn martial arts as soon as possible. First, you can exercise your body, and second, you can protect yourself. But you don't have to get up early for now. Learn the basics first. Practice every afternoon, and when you are ready, you can get up early with me to exercise."

Feng Rucui responded promptly with a bright smile on her face.

Feng Ruyou let Zhang Wu take care of him, but Song Shiwei didn't care at all. He just handed the person over to him and left it to him to decide how to arrange things.

So in the afternoon, Feng Ru followed Zhang Wu to practice basic skills at home, starting with endurance arm strength and lower body training.

At first, Song Shiwei was watching from outside with great interest, but after a while he lost his patience and turned back to the main room to continue reading the miscellaneous notes.

A month passed in a flash, and the little girl's life was extremely fulfilling every day. She learned to read with Zhang Wu for an hour in the morning, and practiced basic skills for another hour after lunch. The rest of the time she was either embroidering or wandering around the city with Zhang Wu.

On the other hand, Song Shiwei never went out of the house and repeated the same thing at home every day. He got up at noon every day, had a simple meal, and then sat in the main room reading miscellaneous notes while warming himself by the fire. He changed his previous early rising to practice sword-fighting before going to bed. If he felt bored one day, he would go into the space to pick medicinal herbs and vegetables, and feed the livestock in the space by the way.

January has passed and the buckets that were ordered a month ago have reached their deadline.

That day, after Feng Ru learned to read, the three of them drove to the provincial capital together. After entering the city, Zhang Wu first sent Song Shiwei and Feng Ru to the teahouse, and then went to the grocery store alone.

The owner of the teahouse was already familiar with Song Shiwei and warmly welcomed the two of them into the private room on the second floor.

As soon as Feng Ru entered the box, he rushed to the low couch under the window, grabbed the window sill with both hands, and looked at the passers-by on the street with great interest.

"Sister Song, I've never been to a teahouse before. The view from here is really far."

"The higher you stand, the farther you can see," Song Shiwei slowly walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and looked further away.

At this moment, Feng Ru exclaimed, pointing her little hand at the street below: "Sister Song, look, that sister is so beautiful."

Song Shiwei followed the girl's instructions and looked over. His eyes fixed on her for a moment, but he retracted his gaze after just two seconds: "Come and sit down."

The moment Song Shiwei turned and left, Shen Qianxue downstairs seemed to sense something. She looked up and saw only a pale yellow figure.

Xie An, who was standing by, followed Shen Qianxue's gaze and saw nothing strange. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Shen Qianxue thought for a moment and shook her head: "Nothing, maybe I saw it wrong and thought it was someone I knew."

Xie An looked down at her and chuckled, "What acquaintance is there?"

"They all said they saw it wrong. Also, Brother Zhou asked us to go out for a walk. Don't think about those things all day. Relax a little."

Feeling the other party's concern, Xie An's eyes became more gentle and he responded with a smile.

Song Shiwei was not surprised to meet Shen Qianxue and Xie An again. After they sat down for a while, the waiter brought in hot tea, and the two of them drank tea quietly in the box.

"Sister Song, the sister just now must be the daughter of a wealthy family. She is so pretty."

Song Shiwei looked at her with a half-smile: "How do you know she is a lady from a wealthy family? Just because she looks pretty?"

Feng Ru held her face in her hands, her eyes clear, "Of course she's not just pretty, the clothes she wears are beautiful too. Even though they don't look impressive, they're made of top-quality materials. I've never seen the patterns on her clothes before."