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

Zhang Wu did not go home immediately, but went directly to Song Shiwei to report.

"So that's how it is. It seems that Village Chief Wei is indeed a good village chief who deserves respect."

Zhang Wu nodded: "That's good, he really cares about everyone, but sometimes he is too indecisive. I think if this happened in Xiahuang Village, the village chief Wei would definitely not ask everyone to find a solution for those three families."

Wei Xiong would only force everyone to go to the city to buy food as soon as possible. If they still didn't listen, when food was really scarce, Wei Xiong would probably just sell it privately and would never call the villagers out to make things difficult for everyone.

Thinking back, Zhang Wu recalled his master's words and deeds during this period, and was worried: "Master, do you think something will really happen in the capital? What about other places?"

"You want to ask about Wu Dahai and his friends' safety," Song Shiwei propped up his head and looked at Zhang Wu with a half-smile. After a while, he said, "It's okay to tell you now. The city will be flooded soon, but it won't spread to us. The worst is in Jiangnan, but the towns around the city shouldn't be a big problem."

Zhang Wu's heart was slightly relieved, but because of Song Shiwei's uncertain tone, he was a little worried again. In an instant, he suddenly thought of the word flood: "According to what I know, the water level of the Fucheng River in Zhending Prefecture has risen recently. Is the flood the Fucheng River? It must be so, so Master Zhou evacuated the people in the city;

Although our village is close to the city, the terrain here is open, so the flood will not come over. The terrain in the northern border is like this. Even the nearest town is separated by a large open area, so the flood will definitely not spread over there. "

After saying this, Zhang Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he was the first person I met since I came to this village, and we became more and more familiar with each other after several hunting trips together. Naturally, such a warm and righteous man would not want anything to happen to him.

The clear and logical summary made even Song Shiwei look at Zhang Wu with admiration.

"Yes, I have improved a lot compared to before."

Without worries, Zhang Wu rarely showed a shy smile, and said very embarrassedly: "If the master hadn't informed me in advance, I would hardly have thought of this. I just hope they can buy food as they wish, otherwise the three families who are short of food will be sad."

"So what if you're sad? It's your own choice. You can't blame others. If Wu Dahai and his men can't buy food, believe it or not, those three families will come to you for help."

Zhang Wu was shocked: "No way, this is already difficult enough for everyone this time, and you still want more? That's too shameless."

"What's the use of face in the face of life and death?"

Zhang Wu was stunned. When he met Song Shiwei's indifferent eyes, he suddenly felt that maybe it would really be as she said.

So the master must have seen many people like this before, so he is so indifferent to others.

Zhang Wu couldn't help but think of the past. If the people of Dahe Village were the kind of people who would repay a favor with a big favor, would his master have killed them like he killed Xie Wenying? No, maybe his master would not have killed them personally, but would have just ignored the time when the bandits attacked the official post station.

After seeing too much power struggle and calculation of human hearts, people will look at sincere and passionate people differently and secretly want to protect that sincerity.

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Song Shiwei didn't care. He just thought that his subordinate was often distracted.

"Don't we need to deliver food to people?"

Zhang Wu suddenly came back to his senses: "Yes, yes, we still need to deliver food, Master. I don't want to give those people rice for free. How about I take a handful of beans? Beans can be stored for a long time."

Song Shiwei waved his hand: "You decide."

Zhang Wu went to the kitchen and took out a small bag, put a handful of beans in it, then put on a straw raincoat and held an umbrella to go to Wei Cai's house.

When Zhang Wu arrived, everyone else had also arrived. Most people were also carrying beans, but they didn't put them in bags. They just put them in their pockets.

Every household has a handful of beans, which is a lot when put together. If you save some, it can last for two or three days.

After giving the food, everyone left without saying much.

After everyone left, the three grown men knelt down on the spot to thank Wei Cai.

Wei Cai's face looked much more vicissitudes than before. He waved his hands helplessly and said, "The food was provided by everyone. If you want to thank someone, go and thank them. I am just a small village chief and can't do more. Go back, go back, all of you."

The three of them simply dragged the food out, carefully put it into their clothes, and then put on their straw raincoats, fearing that the rain would wet the hard-earned food.

Naturally, people from these three families will be included in the list of people who go out to buy food tomorrow.

After everyone left, Tian Zhimei came out from the inner room and saw the old man sighing. She said unhappily, "I wonder why you care about this. At first, you notified every household and asked them to buy food. Other families went to the city to line up to buy food before dawn, but they didn't take it seriously. Now they have no food and come to you. You also called everyone here and said you want to think of a solution together. What solution can you come up with? It's just that everyone can give out some food."

"What can we do? Tell me, what can we do? We can't just watch them starve to death," Wei Cai sighed and picked up his pipe to smoke. Only then did he remember that there was no tobacco at home, so he put the pipe under his nose and smelled it. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened a lot.

After Zhang Wu returned home, he started preparing lunch and only went back home after the meal was ready.

While having lunch, there was a sudden bang outside. Zhang Wu immediately put down his bowl and chopsticks and ran out.

The yellow warbler was chasing after it, holding a straw raincoat and an umbrella.

Just as she ran behind Zhang Wu, she saw him turn around and walk back. Huang Ying was puzzled: "What happened? What was that noise outside just now?"

Zhang Wu led her back and said as he walked, "It's okay. The Li family's carriage fell over at the door. It's probably because the ground is too slippery. Let's go back and eat."

Huang Ying's face changed suddenly.

I thought she would say something like "go out and help", but as soon as she said that, Zhang Wu came out.

"Why are you still eating when you are like this? Go back to the house and change your clothes. You are all soaked."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

Not far from the door, the Li family's carriage fell in the mud. The servant was pinned under the horse and could not move. He could only shout for help. A woman dressed as a maid crawled out of the carriage first, and then turned around with difficulty and pulled out a middle-aged woman.

The two men were drenched by the rain and struggled to walk to a tree nearby without even looking at the servant.

The maid looked around anxiously and happened to see Zhang Wu's house. She hurried over and knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside, as if no one was there. However, the door was not locked from the outside, which showed that there was someone in the house.

The maid was furious. She stamped her feet on the spot, glared at the door, and ran back to the woman. She said loudly in her ear: "Madam, that house is not open, and it's raining so hard now. Why don't we go back quickly?"