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

The people of Dahe Village dug pits to bury the dead and treated the wounds of the injured. They waited until Song Shiwei finished lunch before they started cooking, but everyone had a sad look on their faces.

Zhang Wu found the village chief and told him about their trip together. Seeing that they still had a long time before they had to finish their meal and set off again, Zhang Wu took out his tent and prepared to take a nap.

Speaking of tents, Zhang Wu couldn't help but sigh at his master's wise decision. It is simply a must-have item for traveling away from home! Pull it, unfold it, and fix it. A small tent for two people can be easily set up without wasting time or effort.

Song Shiwei had been resting in the carriage since he set out on the journey. One of the two tents he prepared was for military use, while the other had never been used. Even for his nap, he would just lean against the carriage and take a nap with his legs resting on the bench opposite him, which was quite comfortable.

About an hour later, the noise coming from Dahe Village woke up the two of them. Song Shiwei was about to open the car window to look when he heard Zhang Wu's voice outside.

"Master, this..."

"What's wrong?" Song Shiwei lifted the curtain of the car and saw that the edge of the car was piled with wild vegetables and fruits, as well as a lot of eggs and coarse grain cakes.

Zhang Wu was also stunned. After coming back to his senses, he looked in the direction of Dahe Village and said, "It should have been sent by the villagers."

During his nap, Song Shiwei did hear some noises. He thought that the villagers were passing by the carriage and going to the forest to relieve themselves, but he never thought that those people would bring so many things.

For a drought-stricken place like Dahe Village, it is no exaggeration to say that food is the lifeline.

"Master, do you want me to go back?"

Song Shiwei shook his head gently: "Take it, it's their intention after all."

After Zhang Wu found the things and put them in the bag, the eldest son of the village chief came running over and said that they were ready to set off and asked the two-person carriage to go in the middle of the team.

Zhang Wu glanced at his master, smiled and said to Huang Ping: "Then you go first, my master and I will follow behind."

Huang Ping felt at ease with these two skilled people walking behind the team. He thanked them repeatedly and ran back to the team to say something to Huang Changyuan.

A team of one or two hundred people set off in a mighty procession. After they left, Zhang Wu drove his carriage slowly at the end.

"Master, do you feel that the sun is getting hotter?" Zhang Wu wiped the sweat from his forehead and squinted at the sky. He felt that the weather was getting hotter in the past two days.

"Okay."

Song Shiwei in the carriage had taken out ice cubes as early as yesterday. The hot air blew in through the car curtains, and then passed through the ice cubes, becoming a cool breeze that was very refreshing. The whole carriage was also cool, which was completely different from the outside.

This made life difficult for Zhang Wu, who had no idea about the situation. He could only drink a lot of water, and had to empty two or three water bags in a day.

After finding a place with water, the people of Dahe Village stopped and prepared to spend the night there. Zhang Wu found a secluded corner not far from the villagers and parked the carriage.

Zhang Wu quickly led the horse to a big tree nearby and tied it up. There happened to be a forest next to it and there was some grass on the ground for the horse to eat. Then he began to set up the tent. After the tent was set up, he took the pots and pans to the river to wash them.

Song Shiwei scooped a basin of water from the bucket to feed the horse, and then began to set up the tent, which was set up between the carriage and Zhang Wu's tent. Finally, he took out a bamboo tube containing seasonings and a handful of green vegetables from the carriage.

After moving a few stones to build a stove, Zhang Wu also came back.

Seeing an extra tent, Zhang Wu looked at Song Shiwei with a dim gaze: "Master, why didn't you wait for me to set up the tent? Didn't we agree that you would give me the job? You..."

Looking at that face full of resentment, Song Shiwei always felt like a sinner, and immediately said angrily: "What I said to you before was in vain? Why do you have to be so particular when you are out? It's just a few small things. You and I work together, and the work is not tiring. If you complain again in the future, be careful that I will beat you up."

Zhang Wu: ( ????? )

"Let's stir-fry some vegetables tonight. It's not good to eat meat all the time. We need to combine meat and vegetables. I'll leave this to you. I'll go for a walk in the woods and be back soon."

Zhang Wu was startled and responded loudly.

Song Shiwei couldn't bear to watch it, so he brushed the dirt off his hands and turned to walk into the woods. At the same time, he noticed that three or four villagers also walked out, holding machetes and homemade bows and arrows. They should be hunters from the village, who took advantage of the rest time to go to the forest to hunt game.

The other party also saw Song Shiwei, and none of them looked down on her just because of her young face. From time to time, the image of her holding a sword and covered in blood popped up in everyone's mind, which was so shocking.

Both parties nodded politely and then went their separate ways.

Song Shiwei walked forward for a while, closed his eyes and carefully felt the movements in the forest. A minute later, he opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and teleported in one direction.

After teleporting five or six times, he arrived directly at the wild boar's lair. If Song Shiwei hadn't realized that the distance was too close, he would have almost teleported onto the wild boar's head.

However, Song Shiwei's arrival startled a family of five wild boars. Two big wild boars blocked the three small wild boars behind them, growled in the direction of Song Shiwei, and kept digging the soil with their two front hooves.

Song Shiwei didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he picked up his sword and teleported over. The wild boars had thick skin, so if one sword didn't work, he would use two. When the wild boars attacked, he moved away instantly. He repeated the action and soon all five wild boars were collected into the space.

It was a great harvest, and Song Shiwei was in a very good mood. He continued walking while chopping bushes with a sword in hand. He did not let go of any pheasants or rabbits he met on the road. He only used the teleportation function to go back when he felt the time was about right.

He stopped not far from the camp, took out two pheasants from the space, walked leisurely to Zhang Wu's side, put the pheasants beside him, and sat down.

"Master, the rice will take a while to be cooked. I'll go take care of the chicken first."

Song Shiwei stopped Zhang Wu and looked in the direction of the water source: "How is the water in the river? Is there a lot?"

Zhang Wu shook his head. "The river has sunk a lot, and the water flow is not strong. If it continues to be this hot, it will dry up. When I came back, I heard the village chief tell everyone to fill their buckets with water, fearing that they would not be able to find water sources on the road. Master, I think there is not much water left in our buckets. How about I go and get some after dinner?"

"Okay, let's go get some water after dinner." If you don't get some water, it will inevitably arouse suspicion.

At this time, all the hunters in the village had returned, and each of them had a harvest in his hands, either pheasants or rabbits. The two people walking at the end were even carrying a wild boar. When they came back, the whole Dahe Village was excited, and everyone showed a rare smile on their face.

Huang Changyuan was equally excited, even with tears in his eyes.

God knows, after fleeing from famine all the way, every household has little food left, and people died before, so everyone’s morale is low. Now that they have got the meat back, there is new hope.

The wild boar was hunted by Huang Hai, the second son of the village chief, and several hunters in the village. Some of them even had one or two pheasants and rabbits hanging around their waists. On the way back, they had agreed to confiscate the wild boar and give each household at least one or two pounds of meat. The bones could be used to make soup, so everyone could have a taste of meat.