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

Neither of them looked tired at all, especially Zhang Wu, who looked full of energy, in stark contrast to his usual honest and steady appearance.

Song Shiwei saw it. He was, after all, just a man under 20 years old. Every man has a certain admiration for the strong. It is a motivation and also a change.

The two of them walked back to the courtyard one after the other. Zhang Wu chattered as he walked: "Master, I'll go boil some water first, you wash up, and later I'll pickle the pheasant and rabbit so that it's easier to store and we can have a snack on the way."

Song Shiwei responded softly, thought for a moment and said, "Go to the village chief this afternoon to buy some vegetables. If there are any wild vegetables, just bring them back directly after you buy them."

"it is good."

Although there are only seventy or eighty households in Qingshan Village, each household has a lot of land. The fields here are all fertile fields, and the farmers are good at growing crops. On the way here, Song Shiwei noticed that there were a lot of crops and vegetables planted in the land.

On the way north, we always have to replenish supplies when we have the chance.

Therefore, in the afternoon, Zhang Wu went to the village and bought ten baskets of vegetables, including eight baskets of vegetables and two baskets of wild vegetables. While Zhang Wu went out to settle the money with the village chief, Song Shiwei put all of them into the space.

When Zhang Wu came back and didn't see any food, he suppressed his doubts and didn't ask any more questions. He continued to pickle pheasants and rabbits.

In Qingshan Village alone, the two men harvested a wild boar (on the surface), six pheasants, and two wild rabbits, all of which were made into smoked meat by Zhang Wu.

Since there was enough meat, the two men did not stay in Qingshan Village. They rode away early the next morning after buying vegetables.

After enjoying two rare days of leisure time in the village, the two were a little uncomfortable with the sudden need to hurry on their journey. However, considering that they were now some distance away from the capital, Song Shiwei did not urge them to speed up.

After driving the carriage for a whole morning, the two men still hadn't found any village to rest by noon. Instead, there were mostly mountains and forests. So Zhang Wu had to find a spacious roadside with water. As usual, he stopped the horses, secured the carriage, built a stove and made a fire, and led the horses into the forest to graze.

Although the work was complicated, Zhang Wu had no intention of asking Song Shiwei to do anything. He just wanted to do more himself, and it would be best if he could take on all of them, so that the master would feel that he was useful. Therefore, he was very enthusiastic in doing his work.

Song Shiwei looked at Zhang Wu busying around, and for a moment he even wondered if he was too ruthless.

However, the thought disappeared instantly when I felt the pain in my buttocks.

"Oh, whose little boy is this? He is so handsome."

A male voice came with a frivolous tone that made people extremely uncomfortable.

Song Shiwei immediately looked towards the source of the sound.

Zhang Wu, who was in the forest nearby, immediately led his horse back to his master. His body was tense and one hand was on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

I saw a group of people slowly approaching in front and heading straight towards the two of them. Five of them were riding horses in front, and there was a carriage behind them. The curtain behind the coachman opened, revealing a younger man inside. He stared at Song Shiwei with a pair of lustful eyes and licked his lips from time to time.

Seeing that he was about to get close, Zhang Wu drew his sword and shouted, "Stop, if you come any closer, don't blame me for being blind with my sword."

The lecherous man in the carriage laughed loudly, as if he heard something funny. He raised his chin slightly and looked at Zhang Wu with contempt: "Oh? I really want to see how blind your knife is. How about you open your eyes for me? Haha."

"You..." Zhang Wu didn't bother to argue with him. Seeing that they were still approaching, he turned his head and whispered to Song Shiwei, "Master, please stay away from them for a while. Let me take care of them."

Song Shi raised his eyebrows slightly: "Seven people, are you sure?"

Zhang Wu paused, then grinned at the people on the opposite side and said, "Those people are obviously not very skilled, and they are definitely not my opponents. I asked you to stay away because I don't want their blood to stain your clothes. Just wait and see how I can keep them."

"Row."

As soon as Song Shiwei agreed, Zhang Wu ran towards the group of people with a long sword in his hand.

The leader on horseback probably relied on his numbers and ignored Zhang Wu who was running towards him. He didn't even have time to stop smiling until he fell down.

The people nearby only reacted after they were sprayed with blood in their faces, and they all stared with eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Big brother!"

The man closest to the fallen man's eyes were bloodshot, he drew the scimitar from his waist, slashed at Zhang Wu, and shouted: "How dare you kill my eldest brother, I want you to pay with your life, brothers, go ahead."

Zhang Wu walked towards the few people without saying a word.

In just two minutes, the five men on horseback who were leading the group all fell down, with a hideous wound on their necks, killed by a single blow.

"Go, go," the man who teased Song Shiwei was already frightened silly. So many of his people were killed by that inconspicuous man. Seeing the man rushing towards him, he didn't care about being afraid anymore and hurriedly urged the coachman to leave.

The driver was about to raise his whip, but before the whip hit the horse, there was a "whoosh" and an arrow was stuck in the horse's neck.

The driver covered his neck with his hands in pain, making a hoarse sound, and fell off the carriage.

The man in the car saw that the driver was also dead, and he immediately panicked: "You, you, you...don't come over, you can't kill me, if you kill me, my father will never let you live."

Zhang Wu sneered, his face covered in blood and looking quite ferocious, but there was no fear in his eyes, and the long knife was about to fall on the man.

"Zhang Wu, wait a moment."

The long sword suddenly stopped a few centimeters above the man's head. Zhang Wu turned around to look at Song Shiwei who was slowly walking towards him. His cold expression softened, and he put away the sword and stepped back after his master came to his side.

Song Shiwei's mouth corners slightly raised, looking at the panic in the man's eyes, he was in a very good mood, and he was more patient: "If we kill you, your father will really not let us live?"

Having just escaped a disaster, the man heard the other party ask this question again. Perhaps he felt that the other party was afraid, so he puffed out his chest and bluffed: "Of course, if you dare to touch a hair on my head, my father will never let you go. But if you send me back obediently, maybe my father will give you a lot of rewards because I am unharmed."

As long as they return to the capital, none of them will have an easy life. The man who killed someone will have his limbs cut off and turned into a human pig, and this handsome young man will be forced to do so for his own amusement.

The more the man thought about it, the more excited he became, even forgetting that he was still a prisoner.

"Is that so? We are so scared. Sir, can you tell me your father's name?"

Listening to Song Shiwei's incoherent words, Zhang Wu's expression was dull for a moment.

The man was probably a brainless person, or he was used to bullying others. After hearing what Song Shiwei said, he thought that the other party was really scared. He looked very proud and said, "My father is the famous Cao Chong in the capital..."

When Zhang Wu heard Cao Chong's name, his expression changed slightly.

Song Shiwei raised her eyebrows.

"The most capable subordinate of Lord Cao Chong!" The man said smugly, "Are you scared now? Why don't you send me back quickly? I promise you, as long as you escort me back to Beijing, I will treat what happened today as if it never happened, and I will use you in the future."

Song Shiwei's mouth twitched, and he immediately covered his nose with disgust: "Look at this guy, he is also stupid, kill him."

"you...."

The words stopped abruptly when Zhang Wu's long sword swung.

He was still killed by one blow. The young man fell down with his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he was killed.