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

Song Shiwei casually put the snow scene painting aside, then picked up a book of miscellaneous notes recording local customs from the bookshelf, and handed it to Zhang Wu: "Give it to her to read."

"Okay, I'll give it to Ru'er in a moment," Zhang Wu said as he looked at the snow scene painting. After a while, he couldn't hold it in any longer and said, "Master, please give the painting to me."

Song Shiwei suddenly turned around and looked at him with strange eyes: "What do you mean by that look?"

"Ah? No... I just think that this painting is very good. I want to hang it in my house. Looking at it from time to time will calm my mind."

Song Shiwei:.......

"Take it if you like."

Zhang Wu immediately grinned and said, "Thank you, Master. I will take good care of it."

Zhang Wu left with the painting, satisfied.

Song Shiwei stood in front of the desk with his eyes downcast. After a while, he murmured, "You have a good eye."

Not long after Zhang Wu left, Feng Ru came again. He didn't go into the house, but just leaned on the door frame and peeked in carefully, making it difficult for Song Shiwei to ignore him.

"what happened?"

Feng Ru stood up immediately, lowered her head slightly, stood on tiptoe, and put her hands in front of her chest and twisted them.

Song Shiwei put one hand on her waist and pinched her brow with the other hand: "What's the matter? If you have something to say, just say it. If you don't have anything to say, just leave. Why are you being so shy?"

Perhaps frightened by Song Shiwei's harsh tone, Feng Ru pursed her lips and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "I want to... I want to paint too."

"louder!"

"I said, I also want a painting by Sister Song," Feng Ru said it in one breath. She was no longer nervous, but looked at Song Shiwei carefully: "I just saw a painting by Sister Song in Brother Zhang Wu's room. It's so beautiful. Ru'er has never seen such a beautiful painting. Sister Song, can you give me one too?"

Song Shiwei glanced at the little girl and said, "If you want, just draw it yourself. It just so happens that you can recognize most of the characters. If you like to draw, then learn to draw."

"I can't draw."

"If you don't know how to draw, then learn. It seems that your brother Zhang Wu's future wife can draw. If you want to learn, you can go to Zhang Wu."

Feng Ru's eyes lit up immediately: "I'll go ask Brother Zhang Wu right away, and when Ru'er learns it, show it to Sister Song."

"it is good."

Looking at the little girl running away happily, Song Shi smiled slightly.

Near noon, Zhang Wu started to cook, and Feng Ru helped to light the fire. During the meal, Feng Ru told Zhang Wu that he wanted to learn painting.

Zhang Wu had no reason to refuse a child who wanted to learn more. He knew too well that it was good to learn more skills. The more you learn, the more opportunities you will have in the future. In wealthy families, children of Feng Ru's age have already been arranged to learn all aspects and cannot be compared with them. But if conditions permit, Zhang Wu still hopes that the little girl will learn more. After all, she is now a family.

Zhang Wu also knew that Huang Ying could paint. When she sent her some snacks, she also gave him a painting of osmanthus. Zhang Wu didn't understand the painting style, but just looking at the osmanthus painting with clear lines, Zhang Wu thought Huang Ying's paintings were very beautiful.

So after Feng Ru finished speaking, Zhang Wu agreed. He could take her to find Huang Ying, but whether Huang Ying was willing to teach her or not depended on herself.

Not long after the three of them had lunch, Luo Hongmei and two aunts from the village who helped with cooking came to their door.

Zhang Wu invited the three of them to the main room to warm themselves by the fire, added a few pieces of wood to the brazier, and then carried in a pot of hot water.

The village auntie looked at Zhang Wu with a smile on her face, and turned her head to tease Luo Hongmei beside her: "You have good taste. Xiao Zhang, such a good boy, has been engaged to your daughter a long time ago. You don't know that there was a family in our village who had taken a fancy to Xiao Zhang before, and just went to the village chief's house to inquire about him, but who knew that he was engaged to your family right after."

Luo Hongmei looked at Zhang Wu's fleeing back and smiled widely: "Xiao Zhang is a good man, very kind to our family, and he is also down-to-earth and hardworking. I feel relieved to leave my daughter to him."

"Of course not. Although I haven't had much contact with this young man Xiao Zhang, I can tell at first glance that he is a good person. He goes up the mountain to chop trees every few days in such cold weather. You can see how good he is to his sister. When he first came to our village, he would go to the city to buy good things every now and then. But speaking of Xiao Zhang's sister, there are only three of them at home, and this yard is quite spacious. Why does Xiao Zhang need to build a new house to start a family?"

Another aunt in the village was also puzzled: "Yes, why do we have to rebuild a house? It's so expensive. This yard is so nice, big and bright, how can it not accommodate us? Hongmei, is it possible that your daughter doesn't want to live with her sister-in-law?"

Luo Hongmei knew that the people in Damao Village didn't know the relationship between Zhang Wu and Song Shiwei, and thought they were really brother and sister, so she didn't get angry, but patiently explained: "This is what Xiao Zhang asked for. He probably wants to leave the house to his sister. Xiao Zhang is capable, and he can still make money from two houses. My daughter will enjoy happiness with him, so how can she not want to? Besides, Xiao Song is such a good girl, who wouldn't like her."

When they heard this, they suddenly understood.

It's strange, what's wrong with two siblings living together? Xiao Song is only fourteen or fifteen years old, who would say anything if they live together? It turns out that Xiao Zhang rebuilt the house for Xiao Song's sake.

Yes, the two of them have no parents and no relatives or friends to support them. The two siblings are all alone and rely on each other. If they don’t save some money, it will be difficult to get married in the future.

The two men thought they knew the truth, and when they looked at Zhang Wu again, their eyes were filled with pity.

Zhang Wu was completely confused.

It was Luo Hongmei who found an opportunity to talk to Zhang Wusong Shiwei, and several people couldn't help but laugh.

During the construction of the house, Luo Hongmei and two aunts from the village helped cook for the people who were building the house at noon every day. In the afternoon, they would sit by the fire and chat in the main hall of Song Shiwei's house. They would leave until dinner time. Luo Hongmei and her two sons would have dinner at Song Shiwei's house and then go home together.

The layout of Zhang Wu’s new house was exactly the same as Song Shiwei’s, even the courtyard wall was built high. It was not until twenty days later that the house was completed.

On the third day after the house was built, the carpentry shop in the city pulled the furniture to Damao Village, attracting quite a lot of onlookers.

Everyone was idle, so when they heard the noise, they came out of their homes, pointing at the mule carts and talking about them.

"You see, the furniture on the mule cart is really beautiful."

"Who can't see it? I'm not blind. It looks good, but it looks even better if it costs money."

"Xiao Zhang is really capable. He is building a new house and buying furniture. I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money. I don't think he has any business, so I don't know where he got so much money."

"Of course it's the money you saved up in the past. I heard that Xiao Zhang's brother and sister came from a good family. Maybe they were children of a landlord. It's normal for them to have money. I see you are jealous. I heard you were asking about Xiao Zhang before. What's the matter? Do you want to marry your daughter to him?"

The woman who was exposed looked embarrassed: "Xiao Zhang is so capable, doesn't your daughter want to get married?"

"I think that it depends on whether someone likes her or not. Have you seen the daughter of the Huang family in the next village? She is so pretty. Your daughter can't even compare to her."

"My daughter is diligent and hardworking, and she is also a good person. I am too lazy to tell you."