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

Although Zhang Wu's skills were not as good as Song Shiwei's, after some time of Song Shiwei's training, he was still more than capable of dealing with the bandits. In addition, Song Shiwei was patrolling on the side, killing one person with his sword from time to time, so the pressure on Zhang Wu was not that great. Therefore, Song Shiwei intended to let him practice.

"Be careful."

At this moment, a bandit came around from behind, holding a machete and was about to chop at the back of Zhang Wu's head. Before Song Shiwei could teleport over, he saw the bandit being knocked away by a young man named Hai Ge among the villagers. The machete immediately chopped the young man's arm, and blood flowed out.

Song Shiwei was filled with murderous rage and no longer thought about letting Zhang Wu practice his skills. He instantly activated his teleportation and moved towards the bandits one by one, with blood splattering wherever he went.

In just a few minutes, the two men killed all the bandits and left the ground covered with blood.

Zhang Wu's face was covered in blood. He ran to Song Shiwei with bright eyes, "Master, I checked everything, and there is no one alive."

After that, he wrapped the silver, money and jewelry he had just found from the bandits in a cloth, and held it up in front of Song Shiwei with a smile: "Master, these are all found from these people. There are also banknotes in here. These bandits probably robbed a lot of people and carried so much silver with them."

Song Shiwei nodded: "I guess there are a lot of good things in the old nest."

Zhang Wu's eyes lit up: "Master, do you want to go explore their lair?"

Song Shi raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him with a half-smile: "Can you find it?"

Zhang Wu: ...

By this time the villagers had also recovered. The old man who had escaped death comforted the villagers, then with the help of his son he walked up to Song Shiwei and the other man, bowed to the master and servant, and saluted.

"I am the head of Dahe Village. I would like to thank you two gentlemen for your help. Otherwise, the whole village would be in great danger. Please accept my greetings again."

Seeing that he was still going to bend down, Song Shiwei took two steps to the side and then pulled Zhang Wu in front of him.

Zhang Wu was stunned for a moment, then he bowed to the old man and said, "Village chief, you don't have to be so polite. My son and I are also going to take this road. We will inevitably run into bandits when we get there. I really don't deserve your courtesy. The smell of blood is too strong here. If you have packed up, it's better to leave as soon as possible."

"Yes, yes, sir, what you said makes sense," the village chief quickly instructed his son Huang Ping, "Hurry up and tell everyone to pack up, carry the seriously injured onto the cart, and leave here first."

"Okay, I'll go tell everyone right away."

Zhang Wu also ran back and drove the carriage over. After Song Shiwei got in, he drove away.

They finally stopped after walking for half an hour, and the villagers of Dahe Village also arrived late.

As soon as everyone stopped, heart-wrenching wails were heard from the villagers. They were all families whose relatives had died, and they were crying bitterly while hugging their dead bodies.

Although Zhang Wusong intervened slightly in the previous fight with the bandits, many people in Dahe Village were injured, including five seriously injured, dozens of slightly injured, and several elderly people were killed on the spot.

Song Shiwei sat in the carriage, listening to the crying and wailing. His mind was filled with the scene of when Dahe Village encountered bandits just now, the young and middle-aged men tacitly protected the elderly, the weak, women and children in the village. He opened the window and looked at the villagers, sighed deeply, and took out a few bottles of golden wound medicine and white cloth from the space.

"Zhang Wu, send these things over. After all, they saved you."

Zhang Wu hurriedly responded, put the medicine in the package, and then strode towards the villagers. He walked straight to the young man next to the village chief and put the package in his arms: "These are medicines for injuries. You must bandage your hands in time."

Huang Hai shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, no, I have medicine at home. Medicine is precious when you are away from home. Young Master, you should take it back quickly."

Seeing that he didn't accept it, Zhang Wu frowned and said, "You ran away from the bandits before. Although my young master will definitely keep me safe, you have also saved me. I'll give you the medicine, just take it, no need to refuse."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Huang Hai held up the package, looked at Zhang Wu's back with his mouth open, then turned to look at his family: "This..."

The village chief patted his second son on the shoulder and said, "You two gentlemen are both kind-hearted people. Just keep it and bandage the wound on your hand first."

Then he called his eldest son Huang Ping and said, "Big brother, go and see which family needs help. I'll go and talk to the two young masters."

Huang Ping nodded: "Dad, you go ahead. The road is uneven, so walk carefully."

Huang Changyuan waved his hand: "Got it."

Zhang Wu saw the village chief coming and hurriedly said something to Song Shiwei.

Then Song Shiwei got off the carriage and waited until the village chief came closer before speaking: "Village chief, is there something you want to ask?"

Huang Changyuan bowed and said, "Excuse me, sir. I see that you two are going to Qingyun Town, so I wanted to come and ask if you two would like to travel with our village."

Huang Changyuan was afraid that Song Shiwei and the others would think that he was impressed by their martial arts, so he immediately explained: "You two gentlemen, you don't know that there are many disaster victims on the road now, hundreds or thousands of people. Although you two are very skilled, you can't beat so many people with two fists. We in Dahe Village don't have much martial arts, but we have a lot of people. We are united, so we are not afraid even if we encounter disaster victims."

"Please rest assured, gentlemen. We are all kindhearted people in this village. We will never do anything to betray our friends. We hope that you can give us a chance to repay us."

Song Shiwei did not make a decision immediately. He thought for a while and said, "Village Chief, let us think about it and give you an answer later."

Huang Changyuan nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, then I won't bother you two anymore."

After everyone left, Song Shiwei looked at Zhang Wu: "What do you think?"

Zhang Wu only glanced in the direction of Dahe Village and said, "I will obey you. We can go alone or together. It's up to you to decide."

"I do prefer to travel alone. After all, there are a lot of people in Dahe Village, including many elderly, weak, women and children. If I travel with them, I might become a burden if I run into trouble in the future."

Zhang Wu grinned and said, "With my master's skills, if it's troublesome, just kill him directly."

Song Shiwei suddenly realized and smiled softly: "You are right, it is me who is blinded by one thing."

"In fact, those villagers are better than I thought. I thought that people in the disaster years were selfish. I was a little surprised to see them unite to fight against the bandits."

Song Shiwei did not comment.

The master and servant looked at the people of Dahe Village for a long time. Song Shiwei sighed softly: "What the village chief said makes sense. After all, there are only two of us. In this case, let's go with them and try. If it doesn't work, we will leave."

Even if Song Shiwei was confident enough to be safe, he would try to avoid trouble if possible.

"Okay, I'll go cook. How about bacon for lunch?"

Song Shiwei nodded and took out a large cabbage from the carriage: "Then make cabbage fried with bacon, and an egg drop soup, and steam the rice for a little longer, I want to eat rice with crusty rice."

Zhang Wu smiled and agreed.

Looking at Zhang Wu preparing on his own, Song Shiwei narrowed his eyes slightly.

This subordinate seems to be particularly sensible.