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

In the main hall, Song Shiwei sneered after hearing what Zhang Wu said: "Guards? The Li family really won't cry until they see the coffin."

"Master, I am going to send Yingying and Ruer back to the Yue family in a while. The guards sent by the Li family this time are stronger than the servants before. I am worried about accidents."

"But Huang Ying won't agree. How about this? You and Huang Ying stay here at night so that you can take care of them. When the others come, you stay with them and I'll take care of the rest."

Song Shiwei's arrangement was really good. Everything was taken into consideration. Huang Ying didn't have to be sent back to her parents' home. However, she would have to deal with the guards on her own. Although they were just small fry, Zhang Wu knew that she didn't like trouble and would avoid taking action if she could. Therefore, the guilt in her heart was revealed on her face.

"I didn't handle this matter properly from the beginning. I made my master worry about me. It's all my fault."

Song Shiwei raised his eyes and looked at him: "I have been idle for a long time, so it's a good time to stretch my muscles. This matter is settled. Go prepare dinner."

Thinking of the Li family causing trouble again and again, Song Shiwei couldn't help but feel a little angry.

In order to avoid scaring Huang Ying and Feng Ru, Song Shiwei told them at the dinner table that the Li family was coming to cause trouble.

Although Huang Ying was a little scared, she pretended to be calm: "Shi Wei, let Zhang Wu stay with you. Ru'er and I will sleep in the same room tonight. We will lock the doors and windows. With you guys outside, no one will come in."

"No, I am enough on my own. I will feel more at ease if Zhang Wu accompanies you."

Everyone knew that Song Shiwei was a man of his word, so Huang Ying stopped trying to persuade him, but she clenched her hands under the table.

After dinner, Zhang Wu went to his original room to make the bed. He had not lived here since he got married, but Feng Ru often came to clean, so the room was very clean and people could live there just by making the bed.

The sun sets and night comes quietly.

Song Shiwei's family extinguished the candles early, and at midnight a group of five people quietly came to the foot of the wall of Zhang Wu's house. The leader stepped on the shoulders of his companions and climbed up the wall of Zhang Wu's house very neatly. Then he jumped into the yard and quietly opened the door for his companions. The group quickly rushed into the yard and kicked open each door.

"Boss, no one."

"Boss, there's no one in this room either."

"no one."

The man called the boss frowned, and after thinking about what the master said, he raised his hand and waved: "Let's go over there."

The sound of heavy rain hitting the ground successfully covered up the footsteps of several people. The five people quickly arrived outside Song Shiwei's house. They still did the same thing, just opening the courtyard door. When everyone was ready to rush in, the leader's eyes fell on the front, and his strong body suddenly stopped.

I saw a figure standing upright in front of the main door, with a long sword reflecting silver light in the dark night.

The Li family guards couldn't see Song Shiwei's appearance clearly, but the aura exuded by that figure made people shudder.

The guards looked at each other and waited for the order from the leader of the guards.

Song Shiwei was dressed in white and walked slowly down the steps. The rain quickly soaked her clothes. Water was dripping vertically from her high ponytail, and her eyes were sharp and cold.

Before the guards could react, Song Shiwei teleported to the gate and closed it with his feet.

The guards turned to look at each other at the same time, horror in their eyes.

"Who are you?" the guard leader asked sternly.

Although the light from the lanterns under the eaves of the gate was dim, the guards could still tell that the person in front of them was a woman. However, according to the information given by the master, the person to be killed was clearly a man. This woman could not be his delicate wife or weak sister.

Song Shiwei was too lazy to talk to them. He grabbed the sword and leaped into the crowd. His ponytails swung in the air, and when he fell, a figure fell down, splashing mud and blood.

A drop of blood fell on the corner of Song Shiwei's eye. Under the cover of the rainy night, her whole face instantly became charming and seductive.

Song Shiwei didn't even blink, like a ruthless executioner. In just two minutes, four bodies fell behind him. Only the leader of the guards was left kneeling on one knee with his long sword on the ground. His whole body did not fall down because of the long sword.

Song Shiwei walked up to him step by step with a sword in hand, with no emotion in his eyes.

The head of the guard lowered his head, a pair of shoes appeared in front of him, and he pretended to be calm and looked up at the other party, and said with difficulty: "Who are you? Why do you want to go against our Li family?"

Song Shiwei curled his lips and said, "You keep coming here to cause trouble. Aren't you the Li family looking for death?"

"You...we are just following orders. It was the master who asked us to take the names of Zhang Wu and his close relatives. As long as you don't kill me, I can work for you in the future."

The only answer from the guard was a silver light.

Looking at the fallen body of the guard, Song Shiwei sneered: "I hate people who betray their masters the most."

Zhang Wu in the room had been standing in front of the window observing. When he saw the last person fall, he turned around and told Huang Ying and Feng Ru not to go out, and then quickly walked out of the room to Song Shiwei.

Looking at the guards lying on the ground, Zhang Wu silently began to drag them out.

"Don't be busy yet, just stay at home. I'm going to visit the Li family," Song Shiwei said, and then he strode out of the door and teleported towards the Li family.

At this time, Li Shicheng was quietly waiting for the guards to come back in the study. Suddenly, he heard a muffled sound. Li Shicheng looked up instantly and said, "Li Wu, what's that sound?"

"It is the voice of the dead, of course."

As the female voice fell, the door of the study opened and a tall and slender figure slowly walked in from outside.

Li Shicheng stood up suddenly and looked straight at the person who came. When he saw the beautiful face clearly, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes: "Who are you?"

Song Shiwei walked to the middle of the study and stopped. Hearing this, he smiled softly: "It seems that everyone in your Li family likes to ask others who they are. You want to kill me but you don't know who I am?"

Li Shicheng was slightly surprised, but soon guessed the identity of the woman in front of him and said with certainty: "You are the younger sister of the boy surnamed Zhang, Song Shiwei."

"It seems that Patriarch Li is not stupid after all."

The woman in front of him had a calm expression on her face, casually holding a long sword in her hand. Li Shicheng was inexplicably certain that tonight's events might be in jeopardy. He had underestimated the other party's strength.

As the head of a century-old family, Li Shicheng is not a cunning person to be able to sit on the position of the head of the family. The fact that Song Shiwei could enter the study without disturbing anyone proves that she is extraordinary. Judging from her face, she is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but she has such skills at such a young age. She is calm and composed in front of him, and her aura does not seem like that of a secret guard killer hired by a big family.

This girl is not something that an ordinary family can raise, Li Shicheng thought.

After a moment's thought, Li Shicheng smiled, not caring at all about the body of his personal servant Li Wu who died outside. He said to Song Shiwei with a smile, "Maybe it's a misunderstanding. When I saw you today, you didn't seem like the kind of person who would cause trouble. I think the fault lies with my Li family. It's a good thing that you're here, so I can apologize to you in person and say I'm sorry."