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

Song Shiwei and Zhang Wu silently watched the disaster victims who were busy with their work, their brows furrowed.

"Master, do you think there is drought in other places as well?"

Song Shiwei retracted his gaze, his eyes cold and clear: "Even if there is a drought, it can't affect me. There are too many people. Let's pack up and leave."

The victims were busy fetching water and didn't even notice when the two left.

Zhang Wu waved his whip and said loudly: "Master, will we still take the official road from now on?"

"what happened?"

Zhang Wu looked serious: "When I was in the Marquis' Mansion, I heard that there were bandits rampant at Yanglin Pass. They were also very discerning. They only robbed civilians or merchants, not officials. We will reach Yanglin Pass in a few days. I am afraid..."

Song Shiwei understood what he had not said yet, and frowned slightly: "The carriage has been modified, it is not suitable for traveling in the mountains and forests, and we are not familiar with the mountain roads. Let's take a look first. If there are really blind people, we will kill them."

The tension in his heart suddenly relaxed, and Zhang Wu responded with a smile on his face.

With the master around, no matter what monsters and demons lie ahead, we will be able to get through it safely.

Song Shiwei had no idea that Zhang Wu worshipped him to such an extent.

The carriage traveled for a few more days. The master and servant did not encounter any villages or towns to rest during these days, and they slept in the wild. At night, Zhang Wu set up a tent next to the carriage to sleep, and Song Shiwei was responsible for keeping watch. During the day, Zhang Wu drove the carriage, and Song Shiwei took a nap in the carriage. In this way, both of them had enough energy to continue their journey.

It is now June 28th, and in two days the capital will be in danger.

Early that morning, the two of them drove the carriage slowly. Zhang Wu talked to Song Shiwei about gossip about the aristocratic families in the capital from time to time. Although they were all hearsay, Zhang Wu accidentally discovered two days ago that his unattainable master actually liked to listen to other people's affairs, so he made every effort to tell her.

Song Shiwei sat in the carriage without any image, supporting his head with one hand, listening with his eyes closed with great interest. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked sternly: "Zhang Wu, slow down."

Zhang Wu was full of doubts but he obediently slowed down, then asked in a low voice: "Master, is there something wrong?"

Song Shiwei hummed.

When the carriage had moved forward another hundred meters, Zhang Wu looked ahead seriously.

On the official road ahead, a group of hundreds of men, women, young and old were surrounded by dozens of people holding machetes, and it looked like they were being robbed.

The people who were surrounded in the middle, the young and middle-aged men, were protecting the elderly, the weak, women and children with kitchen knives and sickles, and confronting the people with machetes.

Song Shiwei gently lifted the car curtain and looked at the tense situation in front of him with an uncertain expression.

"Master, the ones holding machetes look like bandits. The people they are surrounding look like the group of villagers we met a few days ago. They are probably fleeing."

Song Shiwei nodded: "You guessed right, it seems that you are right, there are really bandits in Yanglin Pass."

After saying that, Song Shiwei bowed and got out of the car, put his hands behind his back, stood still and looked ahead.

Zhang Wu was afraid of accidents, so he hurried to the carriage and took Song Shiwei's sword in his hand. He also took out a bow and arrow and placed it on the edge of the carriage for easy access.

"I say, have you thought it through? As long as you leave the food and women behind, our boss will show mercy and let you go. You'd better do as we ask, otherwise our boss will be unhappy and make you all stay here."

A middle-aged man with shifty eyes walked out from among the people holding machetes. He raised his chin and spoke to the villagers, his eyes rolling around at the women in the village.

An old man among the villagers was escorted out by the crowd, his face full of resentment: "We will never agree to your request even if we all die here. We can give you food and money, but not people, absolutely not. If you want to sacrifice them in exchange for our survival, then what is the difference between us and animals?"

The man with shifty eyebrows and rat eyes laughed in anger: "Okay, okay, okay, you old man, I will fulfill your wish today. I will kill all of you and then keep the woman and torture her severely. The result will be the same."

The villagers were immediately horrified, and only the old man pretended to remain calm.

The young man standing next to the old man held the kitchen knife across his body, and said angrily: "Don't be afraid, we can just fight them. There are so many of us, we can always stop them. Killing one is not a loss, and killing two is a big profit."

"Yes, Brother Hai is right. We fought them and got a big scar on our heads, but we are still heroes 20 years later."

"Fight."

"Fight."

The villagers were in high spirits, staring at the bandits with bloodshot eyes, as if they could rush up and bite them at the next moment.

The bandits were frightened by the looks from the villagers, and their hands holding the machetes tightened again and again. Some of them could not help swallowing, and drops of sweat fell from their foreheads.

The man with shifty eyes walked up to a man with a long scar on the right side of his face and said in a flattering manner: "Brother, look at them, they are so ungrateful and want to kill us. Boss, just one word and the brothers will definitely keep them. I have seen that there are many beautiful ladies in this village. As long as you kill those men, all the beautiful ladies will be yours."

The scarred man, the leader of the mountain bandits, smiled lewdly upon hearing this. He looked at the women among the villagers with lustful eyes and raised his machete: "Brothers, since they won't give us face, then we will fulfill their wish and kill them."

As soon as the scarred man finished speaking, the bandits immediately rushed towards the villagers and hacked at anyone they saw.

At the beginning, the villagers could still barely cope with it, but how could the farmers be a match for these bandits who had been robbing houses all year round? There were only two or three villagers who could fight them on equal terms, but they could not withstand the strong strength of the bandits.

Seeing the casualties, Zhang Wu immediately turned around and wanted to speak, but there was no one around him. Looking again, he saw his master appeared beside the scarred man and cut his throat with a sword. His eyes widened immediately, then the corners of his mouth rose, and he rushed over with a long knife.

The old man who was the first villager to come out to negotiate with the bandits was now approached by the bandits. Seeing the machete about to fall, he thought that he could not escape today, so he simply closed his eyes and determined to die, hoping that someone in the village could escape and not be killed.

"Old man," the woman screamed.

"Dad," the man said hoarsely.

"Village chief," the villagers said in panic.

Just as everyone finished speaking, a silver light flashed, and the bandit who was raising his machete towards the old man was shocked, his eyes widened, blood spurted from his neck, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Only then did both parties realize that outsiders had arrived. They stopped at the same time and looked at the young man in brocade clothes who suddenly appeared.

Although his face was childish, he held a sword in his hand, his body and face were stained with blood, and his eyes were extremely cold, which struck everyone's heart hard.

Song Shiwei ignored everyone's gaze, glanced at the villagers, and said coldly to his men who came running over: "Zhang Wu, don't leave any of them alive."

"Yes," Zhang Wu raised his long knife and fought with the bandits.

The villagers stared blankly at the figure standing in front of them. Although he was so thin and young, he somehow calmed everyone's panicked hearts.

Some of them reacted in time and were rescued, and they hurried to check if their family members were injured.