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

Zhang Wu hurriedly welcomed everyone into the main room to warm themselves by the fire, and after pouring water for everyone, he said, "I know nothing about repairing a house, so I'll leave this matter to the village chief."

Luo Hongmei didn't really blame him. Repairing the house was also for her daughter, so she kept smiling and pointed to the baskets Huang Hai and Huang Ping carried next to her and said, "We still have some food stored at home, so I picked some food and smoked meat. I also brought a basket of dried vegetables, which should be enough for those people outside. I heard from the village chief that you also need to pack lunch, so I'm afraid this amount of food is not enough. Tomorrow I'll ask Haizi to go to the grain store in the city to check. If it's open, I'll buy some more food."

Zhang Wu was extremely touched. After hearing what Luo Hongmei said, he waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, there is no outsider here. I will tell you straight, there is still a lot of food at home. The meals are also arranged by the master. After all, it is very cold in winter, and we can't work without enough food. All the expenses for building the house are paid by the master, so don't worry, aunt."

Song Shiwei was a capable person, and even after she turned into a woman again, no one dared to look down on her.

Luo Hongmei was finally relieved, but she still didn't take the food back. She asked Zhang Wu to lead Huang Hai and others to carry it to the kitchen.

"They have nothing to do at home, and you happen to be short of people, so let them come to help. After all, they are family members, and we can rest assured with them watching over the work. You don't have to pay them, a meal is enough."

The Huang Hai brothers smiled and nodded.

Zhang Wu waved his hands again after hearing this: "That won't work. Others get paid for their work, so we can't treat our family unfairly. If Aunt doesn't agree, then I can't agree."

"Hey, kid, why are you being so polite? We are all family, why do you want to be paid?"

"Aunt, don't blame Zhang Wu. He should be paid for his hard work. It's not right to work for free. Besides, Huang Hai and the others have their own family to take care of," Song Shiwei walked into the house with a smile on her face.

Luo Hongmei's smile deepened when she saw Song Shiwei, but she immediately frowned after hearing what she said, saying disapprovingly: "My two daughters-in-law are good and won't care about such trivial matters. It's hard to ask for wages for doing things for family members. It doesn't make sense. If I follow your words, I will have to pay you for helping with things at home from time to time?"

It must be said that what Luo Hongmei said did make sense, and Zhang Wu and Song Shiwei remained silent.

After a while, Song Shiwei smiled and said, "Then listen to Auntie. Just pack meals, but lunch alone is not enough. We can't let them go home hungry after working all day."

"Then let them have dinner before going back," Luo Hongmei made the final decision.

After agreeing, the group got up and left.

Wei Cai has already led people to clear the snow and lay the foundation at the residential land selected by Zhangwu.

Snow water seeps into the soil, so the foundation of a house must be laid in winter, even if it takes more time. If the foundation is not laid well, it will collapse in the slightest wind and rain, which is really scary.

Luo Hongmei asked the two brothers Huang Ping and Huang Hai to get to work quickly, and then followed a few women from Damao Village to build a shed and a stove in the open space, and then cook lunch in the shed.

Huang Changyuan saw that everyone was busy, so he found Song Shiwei and said, "My wife will stay and make lunch for everyone. With so many people working, Xiao Zhang can't handle it alone."

"Will it be too much trouble for Auntie?"

Huang Changyuan smiled and waved his hands: "What's the problem? It's just cooking. I see there are a few cooks from your village. It just so happens that your aunt is at home and has nothing to do, so why not ask her to come and help? She loves to chat with people. There are so many people that she can chat with them, so she doesn't have to bother me when she goes home."

Although his words were full of disdain, his eyes were full of smiles, which showed that his disdain was fake and his consideration for his partner was real.

Song Shiwei raised the corner of her mouth: "Okay, as long as Auntie doesn't think it's troublesome, then we can go home with Huang Ping and the others, and eat with us after cooking. If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, go to the main room and warm yourself by the fire."

Huang Changyuan's smile deepened, and he looked at Song Shiwei with an especially kind look: "Thank you for taking care of her."

Because Wei Cai was going to Xiahuang Village soon, Huang Changyuan waited here for a while. After Wei Cai had arranged all the trivial matters, the two of them went to Xiahuang Village together.

The construction of the house officially started and everyone was working enthusiastically. Knowing that they could ask for silver as their wages or choose food, and that a free meal would be provided at noon, everyone had a smile on their face, as if it was New Year's Day.

After reading for a while, Zhang Wu and Song Shiwei went home. Feng Ru still had to learn to read, and the firewood was always burning in the main room so that the women who came to help with cooking had a place to chat. Therefore, Song Shiwei simply went back to his room to read. When he was in the mood, he would paint, which was a great pleasure with the snow scene.

After three months of learning to read, Feng Ru has memorized the Thousand Character Classic by heart, and now learning is just to deepen his knowledge.

Song Shiwei had just finished painting a snow scene when Zhang Wu knocked on the door and came in. He put down his brush and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Wu clasped his fists and said, "Master, Ruer has almost learned to read. I am afraid I am not qualified to teach him in the future. Do you have any ideas?"

Song Shiwei frowned slightly: "What does she think?"

Speaking of Feng Ru, Zhang Wu smiled: "Although she didn't say it, I can see that if possible, she would definitely want to keep learning. It's just that recognizing characters is simple. If she wants to learn the mysteries of the book, I don't know it myself, so how can I teach her?"

"The extreme cold has not passed yet, and we don't know what will happen after the extreme cold. For now, just study at home. When you have free time in a couple of days, go to the city and buy her some books. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Zhang Wu was relieved now. He smiled and said ok. His eyes naturally fell on the table, his pupils contracted. "Was this painting made by the master?"

Song Shiwei pinched the paper and looked at the snow scene with a demure smile on her face: "Well, it's just a casual work, and it's suitable for the occasion."

"This is the first time I know that the master can paint. This snow scene is worthy of being a masterpiece. Looking at it for a long time, it feels like you are actually there. The master has superb painting skills. I would like to ask if there is anything that the master cannot do."

Maybe Zhang Wu doesn't flatter people often, because even Song Shiwei felt empty when he said this.

"You stole Ru'er's candy today? You're so sweet."

Zhang Wu laughed dryly and scratched the back of his head awkwardly: "What I said was the truth, but I embellished it a little. The master's painting is indeed very good. I have had the honor of seeing the paintings of the marquis before, but they are not even one-third as good as yours."

Song Shiwei laughed: "Everyone has a different style, so the paintings they draw are naturally different. For example, I prefer a simpler style, while some people like an abstract and ugly style. We can't judge by our own experience."

Zhang Wu seemed to understand: "I understand. Thank you for your teachings, Master."