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

There was no such thing as singing a ceremony in the village, but the gifts prepared by Li An were placed on plates and could be seen at a glance.

The people who came out to watch took a breath at the same time after seeing the ceremony.

Li An prepared a piece of silk for Zhang Wu, one for his wife and one for his son, six round silver ingots weighing five taels each, and a pair of heavy silver bracelets.

Originally Li An wanted to give him a gold bracelet, but the young man said it was too eye-catching, so he had to change it to a silver bracelet.

This shocked everyone. The villagers had never seen such expensive and substantial gifts before, and it didn't take so much to marry a wife.

Today was really an eye-opener.

Zhang Wu patted Li An on the shoulder and said in a powerful voice: "Thank you, Brother Li. Please come in."

Li An laughed loudly, and then he bowed to Song Shiwei and said, "How are you, young lady?"

Song Shiwei nodded modestly amid the astonishment of the crowd: "Very good, sit inside, I've saved a seat for you."

"Thank you."

As soon as Li Anfu entered the room, Wei Xiong, the head desk clerk, quickly stood up and walked towards Li An with a look of surprise on his face.

"Master Li is here too."

Today was Zhang Wu's home game, and Li An didn't want to steal the show, so he waved his hand and said, "Zhang Wu is my brother, so of course I have to come to his wedding. Village Chief Wei, please take a seat. There's nothing important about being a gentleman or not today."

Wei Xiong was surprised in his heart, but he sat down with an obedient look on his face. However, his expression and actions were somewhat restrained.

After the wedding was held with great fanfare, there was no talk of good luck for the whole day. In the evening, Zhang Wu returned home slightly drunk.

Zhang Wu has no relatives and only Song Shiwei as his master.

However, Song Shiwei didn't need them to serve tea at all. He always felt awkward and didn't want to get up early in the morning. So he simply told Zhang Wu not to get up early. Before going home, he waved his hand and gave Zhang Wu three days off.

Feng Ru followed Song Shiwei back, feeling very happy.

The next day, Song Shiwei slept until noon. He got up and went out to wash up. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Huang Ying sitting in front of the stove and making a fire.

"Where's Zhang Wu? Didn't I tell you not to come?"

Huang Ying quickly stood up and said with a smile: "He took Ruer to the village chief's house. I had nothing to do at home, so I thought of coming over to boil some water."

After finishing last night, Huang Ying rested her head on Zhang Wu's arm and listened to him talk about many things about him and Song Shiwei, especially that Song Shiwei liked to read storybooks, eat wontons, sleep in and not be woken up, etc. He even solemnly stated his loyalty to Song Shiwei and hoped that she would not mind.

Why would he mind? If there hadn't been Song Shiwei, there would have been no Zhang Wu today, and maybe he wouldn't have even met Zhang Wu. Even leaving all that aside, all the things for their wedding were paid for by Song Shiwei, and in order to make them feel more comfortable after marriage, he even built a house for Zhang Wu.

After all these things, Huang Ying has nothing but gratitude and respect for Song Shiwei.

However, Song Shiwei didn't want Huang Ying to do these things for him. Zhang Wu and Feng were his followers, and they should do these things. But Huang Ying was different. She was Zhang Wu's wife, and these were not her responsibility.

Therefore, Song Shiwei said slowly: "Zhang Wu will do these things, just take care of him, you don't have to worry about me."

Seeing Huang Ying's moist face turn pale in an instant, Song Shiwei pinched his brows and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not rejecting you. You also know the relationship between Zhang Wu and me. He should do this. You are his wife, and you shouldn't do these things."

"I know he sincerely follows you, but I am his wife now, and we should be of one mind no matter what. Zhang Wu treats you as a family member, and so do I, my parents, and others. I am only doing what I can, so please don't let me rest."

Song Shiwei sighed softly: "You said you treat me as a family member, so stop saying yours, it sounds awkward, just call me by my name."

Seeing that Song Shiwei no longer refused, Huang Ying smiled and said, "Okay, Shiwei, keep the water in the pot warm. I'll get some water for you to wash your face?"

"I will do it myself."

Huang Ying leaned over to open the lid of the pot, and after Song Shiwei had filled the pot with water, she asked, "Are you hungry? There are still steamed buns in the pot."

Song Shiwei waved his hand and went out with the basin of water.

Zhang Wu and Feng Ru came back after a while. The little girl was still holding a pancake in her hand and eating it as she walked back.

Song Shiwei raised his head and took a look: "What are you holding?"

Zhang Wu walked up to Song Shiwei with a basket and showed it to her: "The vegetable seeds given by the village chief can be planted when it gets warmer. The harvest has been bad in the past two years, and we don't know when the seed sellers in the city will be able to open. He was worried that we would not have seeds, so he asked me to go home and get some back."

Song Shiwei nodded, thinking that this kind of seeds might not be able to be planted.

Huang Ying heard the voice and came out of the kitchen, looking at the three people with a smile: "You're back."

Zhang Wu also had a big smile on his face. He walked a few steps towards her, took her into the kitchen, and asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt? Otherwise, I'll go to the city to buy some medicine. I'll be back soon."

Huang Ying blushed immediately and glared at him: "Don't say such shameless words in broad daylight."

"Didn't you scream in pain last night? How come you have no shame at all? You can't hide your illness and avoid seeing a doctor."

Meeting that pair of sincere eyes, Huang Ying lost her temper and cursed, "Idiot".

Zhang Wu smiled foolishly, and while Feng Rusong and Shi Wei were outside, he quickly pecked Huang Ying on the cheek, then walked out laughing.

Huang Ying was so angry that she gestured behind him with a spatula, her face turning red.

"Master, I have nothing to do at home. Why don't you come here during the day? Yingying has nothing to do at home, so I can teach Ruer how to paint."

Song Shiwei picked up the basin and poured the water out, then said, "It's up to you. If you are really free, take your wife to the city for a walk."

Zhang Wu's eyes lit up immediately, and he looked at Song Shiwei embarrassedly: "Then...then I will rest for two more days, and take her to the city tomorrow."

Feng Ru covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

Song Shiwei was also speechless, waving his hands and said unhappily: "Go and accompany your wife quickly, you are just getting married and you are standing here with me."

Zhang Wu grinned foolishly and couldn't wait to go to the kitchen to tell Huang Ying that he would take her into the city tomorrow.

"Sister Song, it's good to get married," Feng Ru held her face and watched Zhang Wu's back as he left.

Song Shi glanced at her and said, "Didn't you say before that you would stay with me forever and never get married? Why did you change so quickly?"

"No, I just want to say that Brother Zhang Wu is good. He is really good to Sister Huang Ying."

"Call me sister-in-law from now on."

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot, that's Sister Huang Ying."

Song Shiwei shook his head helplessly: "You only see that Zhang Wu treats Huang Ying well, how do you know that Huang Ying treats Zhang Wu badly."

Feng Ru frowned as if thinking, and after a while she clapped her hands: "That means we are mutually beneficial."

As soon as Feng Ru finished speaking, Zhang Wu came in with Huang Ying.

Huang Ying handed the purse in her hand to Song Shiwei: "I heard from Zhang Wu that you don't have much purse, so I made this for you when I was at home, don't dislike it, Shiwei."

Song Shi took it with a smile: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Huang Ying's smile deepened, and she handed Feng Ru a smaller purse: "This is for Ru'er."

Feng Ru smiled sweetly: "Thank you, sister-in-law."

Well, when the word "sister-in-law" came out, Huang Ying blushed again.