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

Song Shi smiled and said, "It's expected that the store will be closed in such heavy rain."

"The family has everything they need, so I didn't force them to ask for anything. My father-in-law's family also needs food from the master, otherwise I would have a real headache."

Song Shiwei picked up the teacup and smiled gently: "It's not given for free, the Huang family gave silver."

"But now even if you have silver, you can't buy food."

Song Shiwei agreed with this point. Right now, there was probably no grain store open in the entire Zhending Prefecture. Jiangnan, which has always been known as a land of fish and rice, would be destroyed by floods one day in the future even if there was sufficient food.

If he had the same mentality as when he just started the mission, and had a magical artifact like space in his hands, Song Shiwei would definitely want to go to Jiangnan to make a crazy purchase.

Now, why bother? It's none of your business anyway. They are not your people anyway, so why bother? After all, you are not the savior of the world. The supplies stored in the space are enough. As for other people, what does it have to do with you?

However, Zhou Huai's words did remind Song Shiwei that in a few days, those noble families would come to live in the village, which meant that the Fucheng River was not far from bursting its banks. The northern border has a wide terrain, so if it is flooded, it will only be Fucheng, and the flood will not spread to the surrounding villages.

But floods mean the breeding of bacteria, and plagues will break out then. It is time to prepare medicinal materials. At least everyone in the family should drink a bowl of water before the plague to prevent it.

Thinking of this, Song Shiwei went straight back to the room, locked the door and entered the space. The herbs on the acres were growing well. Song Shiwei picked several baskets of herbs according to the prescription. The prescription was from when he was doing tasks in the ancient interface before. He also experienced a plague at that time, and the prescription was written down at that time.

Song Shiwei also specially wrote down several prescriptions for treating plague.

Wash the herbs carefully, then use a winnowing basket to place them on an open space to dry.

The temperature in the space is pleasant, and there is often a breeze. Even Song Shiwei, who has been to the world of cultivation, cannot explain clearly what maintains the space, but he roughly guesses that it is related to the Dao Stone.

After the herbs were dried, Song Shiwei was sweating, so he simply washed up in the space, and finally left the space with the clothes he had changed.

The weather is now around 20 degrees, neither too cold nor too hot, but it's a bit humid because it has been raining for a long time. When no one is in the house, I will burn firewood for a while to keep the environment dry and dry clothes so that they won't have any smell.

Whenever this happened, Song Shiwei felt extremely regretful. There was already such a thing as fragrant dew in the Dali Dynasty. He should have bought some when he was in the capital. He could add it to bath water or laundry water, and it would emit a faint fragrance after washing.

What a pity I knew it earlier.

Three days later in the morning, Song Shiwei was awakened by the sound of car wheels. The moment he opened the door, he exuded a murderous aura.

Feng Ru and Huang Ying, who were in the kitchen, heard the noise and both stuck their heads out at the same time.

Huang Ying was frightened by Song Shiwei's aura and shrank back instantly. Two seconds later, she reached out and grabbed Feng Ru, who was still peeking through the door frame, and took her back to the kitchen.

"I didn't see that Shi Wei was in a bad mood, why are you still looking at her?"

Feng Ru stuck out her tongue playfully: "Sister Song must have been woken up by those people outside. They moved so early in the morning in such heavy rain, and they had to pass by our door. It was too noisy."

Huang Ying nodded seriously: "It is indeed very noisy. Shi Wei has excellent hearing. I couldn't sleep at night when it rained before. I finally got used to the sound of rain. Now it's moving again. Judging from the situation outside, I don't know when I will have to move."

"I went out to ask before, and the village chief said that only one family came today, and there are two more to come. I hope they can finish moving today. If they keep making noise like this early in the morning for several days in a row, Sister Song will probably go crazy."

Song Shiwei's forehead was indeed throbbing with veins, and he suppressed his impatience and stepped into the main room with his brows pinched.

Zhang Wu was not at home at the moment, as he had gone out to check the situation. Huang Ying did not dare to get close to Song Shiwei at this time. Only Feng Ru, a brave girl, was not afraid of Song Shiwei's ugly face.

"Sister Song, there's porridge still warming in the pot, would you like to have some?"

Song Shiwei waved his hand: "No, I have no appetite."

"Oh, okay then."

"Where's Zhang Wu?"

Feng Ru immediately stopped walking, turned around and replied with a smile: "Brother Zhang Wu went out to check the situation and will be back soon. I also went out to check in the morning. The village chief said that the family that moved into the village today was the Li family from the city, and there will be two more families to move in later."

His expression, which was originally only slightly unpleasant, suddenly darkened after hearing Feng Ru's words, and he gritted his teeth and said, "There are two more?"

"Well, I just don't know if we can finish moving it today. The village chief said it's uncertain. It's raining so hard, and the road is hard to walk on. Those people moved more than a dozen carts of things."

Song Shiwei: .....

Silence is better than sound at this moment.

Zhang Wu happened to come back at this time. As soon as he entered the room, he met Song Shiwei's cold eyes. His heart skipped a beat. He stretched his neck forward slightly and asked tentatively and hesitantly: "Master...you got up so early, what happened?"

Feng Ru tried to blink at Zhang Wu so hard that tears almost came out, but the other party didn't even glance back at her.

"Early riser? Do you think I look like an early riser?"

The voice was so cold.

Zhang Wu thought of the reason in an instant, and shrank his neck back: "There are servants from the Li family moving things outside. If the master feels it is too noisy, I will go out and tell their manager. If that doesn't work, I will ask Master Zhou to say hello."

Song Shiwei sneered: "I tried every means to avoid contact with Zhou Huai, but you are a good subordinate, trying hard to get me in touch with him."

Zhang Wu knelt on one knee, sweat pouring down his head. "Master, I have no such intention. I just feel that my words are not taken seriously and the Li family won't care. They will definitely give face to Master Zhou. I just want you to sleep more peacefully. I have no selfish motives at all."

"Forget it, get up. I don't mean to blame you. I just haven't woken up and I'm in a bad mood. Go ask around and ask the other two families when they're moving in."

If he still moved early in the morning, Song Shiwei would go directly into the space to sleep at night to avoid being disturbed in his sweet dreams early in the morning.

"Yes, I'll go right away. Master, calm down. Ru'er, make some tea for you," Zhang Wu said and left quickly.

It was not the first time that Feng Ru saw Song Shiwei looking so scary, but she was not scared at all. She still smiled and made tea for Song Shiwei and poured it to her.

But after a while, Zhang Wu found out that the Zhou family and the Liu family would indeed move in the next day or the day after tomorrow. Because they had too much stuff, they started moving early in the morning. And not only the next day or the day after tomorrow, the three families would move the valuable items in their mansions first, and the other things would be moved in one after another later.

Song Shiwei's face turned even uglier when he heard this. He waved his hand under Zhang Wu's trembling eyes and said, "Forget it, don't worry about it. Just get used to it."