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

After listening to this, Song Shiwei was silent for a while, his brows slightly frowned, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Zhang Wu said hurriedly, "I have already informed the Huang family. They will not go out casually. Although Song Da has only three children, they are very sensible and will definitely be obedient. We can just stay at home and smoke some wormwood every day. I think nothing will happen."

"I'm relieved about my family and the Huang family, but do you really think Song Da and the others will be obedient and not go out? Song Da and Song San might do so, but are you sure, Song Er?" Song Shiwei looked at him with a smile.

Zhang Wu felt a lump in his heart. Based on the contacts they had during this period, he could guarantee with all his heart that Song Da and Song San would be obedient. As for Song Er... this kid was very shrewd. His talent for studying was not as good as Song Da's, and his ability to do things was not as good as the taciturn Song San. But when it came to using his cleverness, Song Er was the best choice.

As if seeing that Zhang Wu was having a hard time explaining himself, Song Shiwei chuckled and said, "You prepared enough food for them before, and also sent some masks and face shields over. I think they will be more careful even if they go out."

"The plague is different from other diseases. Those three children know the severity of the disease. I estimate that even if they go out, it is to gather information."

With a little thought, it is easy to guess that since he is a child who has experienced hardships, he will naturally cherish the good days that he has finally gotten.

The master and servant looked at each other tacitly.

As peaceful and harmonious as Song Shiwei's place is, there is chaos and war among the aristocratic families in the capital city.

Li An was worried that it was not safe to bring people into the mansion at this time, so he took Liu Nian and stood directly at the door. He asked the servants in the mansion to fumigate the group from head to toe with mugwort, and then made them drink the decoction developed by Xu Shihe to treat the plague. Only then did he bring people into the mansion.

Wang Yan hurried over and walked quickly towards the side hall of Zhou's house. It was unclear whether it was cold sweat or rain on his forehead, but there was a rare hint of panic on his face.

When he reached the side hall, Wang Yan slowed down his pace, his heart beating like a drum, hesitating.

"Master Wang, the young master invites you in," Li An strode out with a stern face, not looking very respectful.

Wang Yan opened his mouth, sighed softly, and walked into the side hall.

Zhou Huai sat in the first seat, his face gloomy and his aura intimidating.

Wang Yan carefully glanced at Liu Nian who was kneeling in front of Zhou Huai. The noble family patriarch who used to be full of vigor and vitality was now completely depressed. Wang Yan quickly came back to his senses, bowed to Zhou Huai, and forced a smile on his face: "I heard that the eldest master wanted to see me for something. I wonder what it was?"

If it were in the past, he would have sat down while talking, but the atmosphere was obviously not right at this moment. Coupled with Liu Nian's current state, Wang Yan felt somewhat guilty, so he stood in the middle and did not dare to move.

Zhou Huai sneered, leaned back, and met Wang Yan's flickering eyes with a mocking expression: "I thought that you should know why you are being called by Liu Nian, but Master Wang really doesn't know?"

Wang Yan's heart trembled, and he took a deep breath: "Young Master, you are joking. How would I know what the head of the Liu family is like? Please tell me clearly."

Zhou Huai's eyes darkened. It was rare to see him pretending. "Li An, come in and talk to Patriarch Wang about what happened."

"Yes," Li An strode in, full of energy, "The head of the Liu family secretly allowed the sick bastard to enter the city, which led to the plague in the city."

It was a very short sentence, but it explained Liu Nian’s mistake in detail.

Wang Yan's heart trembled again, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, especially when he looked at Zhou Huai's eyes full of coldness. He felt overwhelmed and thought to himself that Liu Nian had done a lot of harm to people. If he had known that his illegitimate son had contracted the plague, he would not have let him in even at the risk of offending him.

At this point, Wang Yan didn't care about anything anymore. He closed his eyes and opened them again, looking at Liu Nian with disappointment: "Master Liu is so stupid. The prefect and the eldest son have already closed the city gates and no one is allowed to enter or leave. Why are you still breaking the rules? Isn't this harming people?"

Liu Nian raised his head and glanced at him quietly.

Wang Yan was afraid that he would drag him down, so he clasped his fists and said, "My Lord, this was all done by the head of the Liu family in private. Although he loves his son very much, he has ignored the safety of the people in the city, which is a big mistake. My Lord and the prefect asked us to supervise each other. I did not discover what the head of the Liu family did in time, which is also my fault. I will punish you."

He spoke so sincerely and admitted his mistake in a proper manner. If Li An hadn't known that the two of them were in cahoots, he would have thought that Wang Yan really was unaware of the situation.

What an old fox!

Zhou Huai watched Wang Yan's performance expressionlessly, his eyes fixed on him, and he remained silent for a long time.

Wang Yan broke out in a cold sweat when Zhou Huai looked at him, and he tried hard to calm himself down and maintain his composure.

"Patriarch Wang really didn't supervise properly. The incident has already happened. There is no point in saying more. I remember that the Wang family still has a batch of herbs?"

Wang Yanfu was so moved that he nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, there is a warehouse full of herbs. We were planning to ship them to various pharmacies, but we didn't expect the plague to break out. I failed to supervise this time, so I am willing to donate all the herbs to help the people who have suffered for no reason."

Zhou Huai was satisfied now and raised his hand: "Master Wang has been here for a long time, why are you still standing? Sit down quickly."

"Thank you, young master," Wang Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and smiled very stiffly.

Zhou Huai then turned his gaze away from him and turned his head to the silent Liu Nian. He spoke coldly, as chilling as ice: "Li An, follow the rules."

Li An walked to Liu Nian with heavy steps, first glanced at Wang Yan who breathed a sigh of relief, then curled the corner of his mouth to the right, pulled out a long knife from his waist, and regardless of Liu Nian's struggle, he covered his mouth and slashed his neck with the knife.

Blood splattered on Wang Yan's face, his wrinkled eyes widened instantly, and there was fear on his face.

It’s not an exaggeration to call the Northern Border a powerful family, not to mention that the head of the family can be killed at will!

Wang Yan's calves were shaking, his mouth was quivering and he couldn't speak for a long time, his old face was pale.

"Send him back to the Liu family. From now on, Liu Ran will have the final say in the Liu family. Then let someone make Liu Nian's actions public."

Wang Yan reacted at this moment, his eyes widened and he said with fear: "My Lord, Liu Ran is a bastard. The Liu family... Liu Nian has a legitimate eldest son."

Zhou Huai glanced at him and said nonchalantly: "Oh? Really? So what?"

Wang Yan forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "No...nothing."

"Since Patriarch Wang has no objection, then go back and prepare. I won't keep you for tea."

Wang Yan immediately stood up and said goodbye, and quickened his pace after leaving the house, as if there was a wolf chasing him.

Li An took a look, wiped the blood off the knife and sneered: "This Wang Yan runs faster than a rabbit when he encounters trouble. If it weren't for the warehouse of herbs in his mansion, I would never let him go this time."

Zhou Huai picked up the teacup and said nothing.