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

Seeing that the little girl couldn't eat, Zhang Wu couldn't bear it and said to Song Shiwei, "Master, it's rare to go out on the street. How about I take Ru'er and the others for a walk?"

Song Shiwei glanced at Feng Ru and nodded slightly.

After the three of them left, Li An said with some disapproval: "Ruru is still young after all. Isn't it too cruel for Miss Song to say that to her?"

Song Shiwei picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. A faint tea fragrance lingered around the tip of her nose. In the steam, Song Shiwei raised her eyelids and looked at him: "Li An, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Facing those cold eyes, Li An lowered his head quickly: "I dare not, I have overstepped the boundaries."

"That's good to know, Li An. You are not my man, and you have no right to interfere in my affairs. As for what my people should do, I have the final say. I don't need people who are ignorant of the world around me. For Zhang Wu's sake, I won't bother with you this time. If there is a next time, you should know the consequences."

Li An lowered his head even lower: "I know I was wrong, please forgive me Miss Song."

After getting to know Song Shiwei for a long time, I often forget that she is gentle and easy to talk to. I forget that she is not an easy person to get along with and will never tolerate others talking about her.

The atmosphere in the box suddenly became cold. The intimidating aura just now hit Li An, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. Although Song Shiwei did not say anything else, he was still trembling with fear in his heart, and he stood up and said goodbye after a while.

After an incense stick of time, Feng Ru came running in with a few oil-paper packages in her arms, and placed them in front of Song Shiwei like offering treasures, with a smile on her face: "Sister Song, this is your favorite snack. I'm lucky today. I just got one out of the oven. I also bought osmanthus cake and cloud cake."

Zhang Wu and Huang Ying also walked in one after another at this time, each holding a few oil paper bags in their hands, and the aroma of pastries wafted into the air.

Song Shiwei smiled faintly: "Since you have bought it, let's go back."

"it is good."

As the four of them walked to the house, they heard a thump outside, followed by the sound of something falling to the ground. Zhang Wu tightened the reins to stop the carriage, and then lifted the curtain: "Master, a woman has fallen and is blocking the road."

There was no need for Zhang Wu to say anything else, as Song Shiwei had already seen the situation outside through the car curtain.

The woman was also a familiar face. She should be a maid from the next-door neighbor's house. She was often seen going out to buy things. Song Shiwei had seen her twice, so he had an impression of her.

At this moment, the maid fell to the ground, and scattered on the ground were several oil paper bags containing snacks and medicine bags, as well as a few small bags of grain and some bottles and jars, which just blocked the road.

A few steps away from home, Song Shiwei simply got off the car. When he walked to the maid, he saw her apologizing while picking up things in a hurry. He originally didn't intend to pay attention to her, but when he saw that her wrists that were slightly exposed from picking up things were covered with scars, Song Shiwei sighed softly.

"Zhang Wu, help me."

"Yes."

After all, Zhang Wu was a tall and strong man, so he quickly picked up the things on the ground, put them in an orderly manner and handed them to the other party.

The maid was sobbing with red eyes, standing in the rain, her whole body wet, looking very pitiful.

Seeing that she was too scared to take the things, Zhang Wu put them on the ground in front of her and took a step away: "Go back quickly."

As he turned around, he heard a very low voice of thanks from behind him. Zhang Wu waved his hand without replying, "My master's order, no need to thank me."

After the few people left, the maid still stood there. After a long while, she looked up, looked at their backs, and whispered thank you again.

After they returned home, Song Shiwei went straight back to the bedroom, washed up, and fell asleep on the bed.

Early the next morning, Song Shiwei was sleeping soundly in the space. Zhang Wu took Huang Ying to the street to sell embroidery. After practicing with the sword, Feng Ru went out with a broom.

A small person wearing a straw raincoat was sweeping the dead branches and leaves on the ground outside the door. He was thinking that he would go to the kitchen to prepare meals for Song Shiwei after he finished sweeping the floor.

At this moment, a wretched-looking young man ran over from the side of the house, grabbed Feng Ru's arm, his eyes gleaming, "Little bastard, I finally caught you. You're living a good life now. Are you working as a maid for a rich family? Where's your mother who said she would never sell you?"

Feng Ru was startled at first, but when he saw who was coming, there was deep fear in his eyes and his body couldn't help shaking.

"You are a member of my Liu family. Even if we sell you, it should be my Liu family that makes the decision. Your mother's words don't count. Come back with me quickly," the man said and pulled Feng Ru into the alley.

In panic, Feng Ru subconsciously kicked the other person's knee, broke free in an instant after a scream, and ran home with all his strength. Just as he was about to run into the house, someone grabbed his collar and dragged him back. Under inertia, Feng Ru fell backwards and fell on the steps.

The wretched man's feet were still numb. He limped to Feng Ru and saw him lying on the ground with his eyes closed. A moment later, blood started flowing from under his head. He was immediately frightened. Trembling, he sniffed Feng Ru's nose to feel his breath. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that he was not dead. Then he cursed under his breath and carried the man on his shoulder and ran away quickly.

During this period, the wretched man did not notice that a piece of clothing was slightly exposed at the door of the house next door.

When Song Shiwei came out of the space after a good sleep, half an hour had passed. He stepped into the kitchen refreshed, only to see the stove which was still on and hot water on it. The people who usually practiced boxing in the hall at this time were now motionless.

Thinking that the person should have gone out with Zhang Wu, he did not think much about it. Only when he knew that Zhang Wu and Huang Ying came back together, but Feng Ru was missing, did Song Shiwei frown.

"Where's Feng Ru?"

The young couple looked confused.

"Master, Ru'er is not with us."

Song Shiwei frowned even more tightly: "She didn't go out with you?"

Zhang Wu shook his head repeatedly: "She was still at home when we left. She said she wanted to heat water and prepare breakfast for you, and asked us to come back early so that she could cook noodles for us this morning. How come... Ru'er is not at home?"

"I haven't seen anyone since I got up."

Zhang Wu immediately became anxious: "Did something happen? When she left this morning, she told us not to go out. She would definitely not run away without saying hello. Master, I will go out to look for her."

Song Shiwei also felt something was wrong and nodded: "Let's go together, we can find it faster with more people."

"it is good."

The three of them hurried out, and as soon as they opened the door, they saw a little girl of about fifteen or sixteen standing at the door. She was the maid who fell yesterday.

The maid was standing at the door, still hesitating whether to knock or not, but the door opened in an instant. She was frightened by the sound and her body trembled. When she met the gazes of several people, she quickly lowered her head and dared not look at them, her eyes full of panic.

Zhang Wu and Song Shiwei exchanged a glance, then turned to look at the maid, trying to speak as gently as possible: "Miss, is there something wrong?"

"I...I know that the little girl was taken away."

Song Shiwei and Zhang Wu's eyes suddenly became sharp.