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

Seeing that he looked tired, Song Shiwei waved his hand and sent him away: "Go and have a rest after dinner. If there is nothing urgent, it's okay to talk later."

Zhang Wu grinned, revealing a row of white teeth: "Then I will take a nap for a while and then come back to talk to you, Master."

Worried that Zhang Wu had been hungry for too long, Huang Ying made noodles for him and boiled two eggs. After he finished eating, she urged him to wash his face and go back to the house to sleep.

When she came out of the room, Huang Ying was holding a light blue coat in her hand. She shook the coat open as she walked into the main room: "Shi Wei, I made a coat for you. Do you want to try it?"

Song Shiwei blinked and said, "Why did you suddenly think of making clothes for me? Have you finished the Zhangwu one?"

"Of course not. I made it a few days ago. I saw that you like to wear plain clothes. This material was given to me by Ruer. The weather is still cold, so I just made you a coat."

Song Shiwei curled his lips, took the coat and put it on directly: "It fits, thank you."

Huang Ying saw that she really liked it, and the smile on her face deepened: "As long as it fits, it's fine. I have nothing to do at home anyway, so I can make a set for everyone in the family. I also have two rolls of good material. During this period, I will make a few sets of underwear first. Use better material for underwear, which will be more comfortable to wear."

"I still have some material. I'll ask Zhang Wu to bring it to you later. You can use it to kill time by making clothes, but don't strain your eyes," Song Shiwei advised, after all they had been together for so long.

Huang Ying smiled and said, "I know. It won't tire my eyes."

Feng Ru rolled her eyes and looked at the two of them with a smile: "I also made purses for Sister Song and Sister-in-law, and they are new. Wait, I'll get them now."

Originally, he planned to make the round fan before giving it to Song Shiwei, but when Feng Ru saw that Song Shiwei was happy today, he couldn't wait to take out the purse. As for the round fan, he would have to wait for a while.

Now, Song Shiwei's purse handkerchiefs are all contracted by Huang Ying and Feng Ru. The material is the finest material that they usually don't want to use, and it was also bought by Zhang Wu for them to make clothes.

When Zhang Wu woke up, it was already after dinner. He boiled a large pot of water for himself, took a bath to relieve his fatigue, and then went to the hall to find Song Shiwei.

"master."

Seeing that he was full of energy, Song Shiwei asked with a smile, "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept well. I haven't done such tiring work for a long time. But seeing those sick people cured, I still feel very happy." Then Zhang Wu briefly recounted his work in the north of the city. He was particularly appreciative of the master's knowledge and the selfless righteousness of the master and apprentice.

"I met Li An while I was working. I heard that Mr. Zhou got very angry some time ago. Li An was in a bad mood all day long. He was even more tired than me. The two doctors Xu were also very tired. They were spinning like a top. I spent two days with the soldiers to maintain security. Those people are indeed the famous Zhou family army in the northern border. They are full of murderous aura. No one dares to make trouble just by standing there."

Seeing him beaming with joy when talking about the soldiers, it was obvious that men naturally respected soldiers. Song Shiwei couldn't help but smile wider: "The soldiers train intensively every day and have experienced many wars. They cooperate well with each other. If it weren't for the plague this time, I think General Zhou wouldn't have let them come to the city."

"That's true. If they hadn't been there, the city wouldn't be in its current state." At this point, Zhang Wu thought of Song Da and his friends, and his heart skipped a beat. "Master, I'm going to go see Song Da and his friends in a while. I don't know how they are doing after not visiting them for so long."

"Okay, let's go and take a look."

Zhang Wu ate his dinner in a hurry and went out in a hurry.

Huang Ying came in with tea but saw no one there. She looked puzzled and asked, "Where's Zhang Wu?"

Feng Ru was sitting next to Song Shiwei holding a book. Hearing this, he looked up and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang Wu has gone to the east of the city and will be back soon."

Huang Ying knew about Song Da and his friends. After hearing this, she suddenly realized something and slapped her forehead. "I've been locked up at home for so long that I forgot about Song Da and his friends. I should go check on them. Zhang Wu hasn't been there for half a month. I don't know how worried those kids are."

"I don't think so. No one can go out during this period, and Song Da and the others are the same," Feng Ru knew Song Da and the others quite well.

The fact was the same as Feng Ru said. Even though Zhang Wu hadn't been there for half a month, they were not worried, especially Song Da and Song San, who had never gone out. Only Song Er, who went out to inquire about the news every few days, was a little disappointed that he had no chance to show off in front of Zhang Wu.

As soon as Zhang Wu arrived this time, he was greeted warmly by several children. After so many days of contact with the recitation master, they also knew that this adult only looked intimidating, but actually had a good personality. Therefore, they were more respectful to him, but not as cautious as they were at the beginning.

Zhang Wu first asked the three about their living conditions in the past half month, and then went to check the remaining food in the kitchen. After he had an idea in mind, he began to care about their studies and taught and tested the three.

Before leaving, Zhang Wu was stopped by Song San. Looking at the usually silent boy in front of him, Zhang Wu was puzzled: "Is there something wrong?"

Song San first bowed to Zhang Wu, and then slowly said: "Master Zhang, I want to learn martial arts from you."

Facing the pair of expectant eyes, Zhang Wu said seriously: "Why do you want to learn martial arts?"

"That day, when Song San saw Lord Zhang's agile figure, he was deeply impressed. Learning martial arts can not only protect oneself, but also protect the people you care about, so I want to learn martial arts."

That's a good reason. Zhang Wu thought about it and walked over to touch the boy's bones. After a moment of silence, he said, "Your bones are not good. You are not suitable for learning martial arts."

Song San immediately lowered his head, feeling indescribably lost.

Zhang Wu had no intention of comforting others, but he still said, "I see that you can recognize words faster than Song Er, so you must be smart. Why don't you work hard on this aspect?"

"Yes, thank you, Master Zhang."

After saying this, Zhang Wu no longer looked at him, turned around and strode away.

"I told you before that you weren't cut out for martial arts, but you refused to believe me. Did you see Feng Ru's skill that day and that's why you decided to learn martial arts?"

The voice suddenly appeared, and Song San was startled at first, and then he turned around helplessly to look at Song Er who was sitting lazily on the courtyard wall, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Song Er was used to his silence, so he sneered and jumped down: "You haven't even learned all the characters yet, and you're already thinking about learning something else. Aren't you afraid of eating yourself to death?"

"Do you really have to talk like this? You obviously care about me, but you have to say such harsh words. Song Er, what are you thinking?"

"Who... who cares about you? You must be crazy. Don't you realize I'm mocking you?" Song Er jumped away from Song San like a cat with its fur standing on end. His face was flushed red as he walked towards the main hall while shouting, "You're totally crazy!"

Song San smiled triumphantly from behind.

General Song in the room saw this scene, and when Song San came back, he smiled at him and said, "Even you have become mischievous."

"He said mine first."