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

Fortunately, Song Shiwei teleported away, otherwise he would have been covered in blood.

Zhang Wu looked at the young man's body and hesitated to speak, but then he couldn't help but asked: "Master, are you really okay?"

Song Shiwei waved his hand: "What could happen? There is no village or shop here. If he dies, he dies. Do you really want to let him go? That would be courting death."

"I'm afraid of causing trouble to the master."

Song Shi frowned slightly: "It's a bit troublesome. I have no appetite for lunch. Let's deal with it quickly."

"Yes, I will take care of it right away. Please wait a moment, Master."

Without waiting for Zhang Wu to leave, Song Shiwei said again: "By the way, remember to search their bodies before handling them. Judging from their previous posture, they have a lot of valuables on them. You just killed them, so you must have some hard work to pay for it."

Zhang Wu:.......

Seeing that Zhang Wu had piled all the people together and turned to pick up branches in the woods, Song Shiwei teleported to the side of the carriage, separated the horse from the carriage, and then put the horse into the space. Finally, he looked at the bloodstains on the carriage with disgust, thought about it, and put it back into the space.

After returning to the original place, Song Shiwei carried the clay pot filled with rice to the river and started to wash the rice. Then he returned to the original place to steam the rice. After thinking for a while, he took out two meat dishes and one vegetable dish from the space and placed them next to him, then leaned against the tree behind him.

His consciousness sneaked into the space and scanned the inside and outside of the carriage that had just been put in with his consciousness, and turned out a pile of things. In the big package there were several sets of men's ready-made clothes, all of which were of the finest silk. Even the quilt underneath was made of silk. It was obvious that these were the things used by that lewd man. Song Shiwei immediately moved to the corner with disgust.

What was left were a few water bags, three meat patties, and a wooden box that was twenty centimeters long, wide, and high.

He used his consciousness to open the box, revealing ten silver bills inside, each with a face value of one hundred taels. Song Shiwei curled his lips slightly, it seemed that this man's father had made a lot of money following Cao Chong, otherwise he would not have carried so many silver bills on him so easily.

After checking the harvest, Song Shi opened his eyes slightly and found that Zhang Wu had not come back yet, so he took out three meat patties from the space and prepared to give them to Zhang Wu as a snack.

At least I put in a lot of effort, and the meat pie was filling and juicy.

After waiting for a few more minutes, Zhang Wu came back dragging a bundle of firewood. He looked forward and saw that except for a few corpses, the horses and carriages were all gone. He was shocked and subconsciously looked at his master. His eyes almost popped out when he saw this.

There were actually several plates of food placed in front of the master!

Still steaming!

Zhang Wu was sure that there were absolutely no ingredients in the carriage, and there were no plates for the dishes on the carriage either.

Something that didn't exist suddenly appeared in this wilderness. Could it be that the master was a god from heaven? Or did one of the master's men come here during the time he was away?

Zhang Wu was full of doubts and no matter how hard he scratched his head, he had no intention of asking his master for an answer. No matter what the reason was, it showed that his master was a very capable person and he just needed to listen to his master obediently.

After Zhang Wu finished burning the bodies of several people, Song Shiwei waved at him: "Come and eat quickly, then walk for a while before taking a rest."

When Zhang Wu came back, he saw rice cooking in the clay pot. He glared at him and said with a somewhat aggrieved tone, "Master, why did you do it yourself? Just let me do it."

Song Shiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "It's just washing rice and cooking, I can't let you do it all by yourself."

"Working is my job. Otherwise, what else would the master want me to do? From now on, let me do all these things. Traveling is hard, so the master just needs to conserve his energy."

Seeing his look of "leave it all to me", Song Shiwei couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you do whatever you want. But you're right about one thing. It's really hard to travel. If you have to camp outdoors again in the future, I'll be the one keeping watch at night." Seeing that he was about to speak, Song Shiwei waved his hand and said, "You have to drive during the day. If you don't get enough rest, accidents are likely to happen. I'll be in the carriage during the day, so you can sleep."

Zhang Wu was extremely reluctant but finally agreed.

Probably because of the effort just now, most of the food Song Shiwei took out went into Zhang Wu's stomach. The two of them were still a little full. Zhang Wu packed up his things, and Song Shiwei got up and walked away. Then the two of them drove the carriage away from this dangerous place.

After driving for ten miles, Song Shiwei stopped the car, asked Zhang Wu to take a nap, and got off the car for a walk.

About an hour later, Song Shiwei was feeding water to the horse. His smiling eyes suddenly dimmed and he looked behind him for an instant. Then he turned back as if nothing had happened. While watching the horse drink water, he put his hand on the horse's head and touched it again and again.

A few minutes later, there was a noise coming from the road behind. At the same time, Zhang Wu came out of the tent and looked at the group of people approaching with a frown.

Most of the more than one hundred people were carrying heavy packages, some were shouldering loads, some were pushing carts, and only a few families had ox carts. Most of the people in this group were the elderly, the weak, women and children, and they all looked tired.

"Master, would you like me to go and find out something?"

Song Shiwei shook his head: "No need, they look like people from the same village."

Seeing that the horses had drunk up all the water, Song Shiwei asked Zhang Wu to bring some hay to feed the horses. At this time, the group of people also came closer and naturally noticed the two of them.

An old man came out of the house of the man driving the ox cart in the lead, walked quickly to Zhang Wu, and said with a smile while bowing: "Don't be afraid, young man, I have no other intentions, I just want to ask if there is any water source nearby?"

Zhang Wu pointed to a place not far away and asked, "Old man, why are there so many of you traveling? What happened?"

"Aren't you two fleeing?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then he sighed and said with a sad face, "The big river in the village dried up overnight, the water in the well is getting less and less every day, and the crops in the fields are not good. We have no choice. People will die if they don't drink water. We can only leave our homeland with our families."

"Why don't you go to the capital? This place is not far from the capital."

The old man smiled bitterly, "It's not that we don't want to go. We went there, but the officials at the city gate refused to let us in. They even drove us away with knives, saying that they were afraid of offending the nobles. The villages around the capital were also unwilling to accept outsiders like us. There was really no choice but to take the villagers to go somewhere else."

Song Shiwei frowned when he heard this.

Is there a drought so early?

Zhang Wu noticed that his master looked upset, so he asked hurriedly, "Is it just like this in your village, or is it the same in other places?"

"How can it be that only our village is suffering from drought? Our entire Pingjiang Prefecture is suffering from drought. It hardly rained before April. People in the entire prefecture have moved elsewhere, and we don't know where they are going."

Pingjiang Prefecture is neither far nor near from the capital, but one would not have expected that the capital would not accept the victims. However, when the two men came here from the capital, they did not see any dried-up water sources along the way, so it should not be the worst time, but it is not ruled out that something happened after the two men left.

Zhang Wu thanked the old man and personally took him to the river.

When the victims saw the river, they were immediately excited and quickly asked the villagers to take anything that could collect water with them so that they would be able to find water in the future.