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

Song Shiwei was just about to throw away the worn cloth bag when a piece of paper fell out of it. When he unfolded it, he found that it was the girl's household registration certificate. Now Song Shiwei also knew the girl's name.

Chen Shi.

It's a nice name, as beautiful as a girl.

However, after seeing the information on the household registration clearly, Song Shiwei was not prepared to return the household registration to her. After thinking about it, he took out two fifty-tael gold ingots from the space and placed them beside her. He put the household registration into the space and finally buried it.

A small hill hides a young girl in her twenties.

After watching silently for a while, Song Shiwei teleported back.

Zhang Wu had been waiting for his master to come back after cooking for a long time, so he paced back and forth in great worry. When his patience was about to end, he finally saw his master. He was about to go up to him, but he found that his master was emitting unhappiness, so he stopped immediately.

Song Shiwei glanced at Zhang Wu and said calmly, "Let's eat."

Zhang Wu carefully glanced at his master's face, hurriedly handed over the bowl and chopsticks, and then took another stealthy look.

Song Shiwei looked helpless: "You are a thief, hurry up and eat, you still have to hurry after eating."

"Oh."

After finishing their meal and washing the pots and dishes, the group packed up and set off.

The carriage was still moving behind the villagers. Song Shiwei put ice cubes in the carriage to cool it down, and then he pulled the door and closed it, and the temperature dropped a lot more.

Zhang Wu would take a sip of the water bag from time to time, his face full of satisfaction.

The water bag is filled with sour plum soup that was chilled last night. It quenches your thirst and relieves the heat.

As time passed, the sun became hotter and hotter, especially for the victims of Dahe Village who had to walk on foot. Each of them was carrying a heavy load and was sweating profusely. Many of them had red faces from the sun.

"Village chief, can we stop and rest? I really can't walk anymore. I'm afraid I can't go on," a thin man said, wiping the sweat from his face and breathing heavily.

Huang Changyuan was also extremely tired, but according to the information brought back by his eldest son, there was no water source in the first two miles. It was so tiring and hot that no one could bear it.

But even so, Huang Changyuan still did not stop. He walked very hard, but he still held his breath and said to everyone: "I know everyone is tired. The sun is strong now. Even if we want to rest, we must find a cool place. If we stay in the sun like this, we will get heatstroke. Everyone, listen to me, hold on, walk a little further, and stop when we find a place that can block the sun."

With the village chief's words, everyone perked up and worked hard on their journey.

After walking another three miles, a wailing sound suddenly came from the crowd, and everyone walked over.

A woman rushed to Huang Changyuan holding her child, tears streaming down her face: "Village chief, please save my son, please save him, how can I live without him?"

Huang Changyuan squinted his eyes and looked at the child, then turned to call his second son: "Xiao Hai, quickly call Lao Zhang over to take a look."

Without waiting for Huang Hai to call, the village barefoot doctor Lao Zhang walked out from the crowd, looked and touched the child's face, and finally said: "He has heatstroke."

"Doctor Zhang, please save my son. I beg you. As long as you save my son, I will work like a slave for you. Please."

Old Zhang felt bad, but still shook his head: "With my level of skill, I can only treat external injuries and colds, but I can't treat heatstroke. Even if I could, there is no medicine now. This... ah."

Upon hearing this, the woman hugged her child and cried bitterly, which made everyone present feel very uncomfortable.

Huang Changyuan grabbed Lao Zhang's hand and said, "The child is still so young. You need to think of a solution. You can't just watch him die like this."

"What can I do?" Lao Zhang paused, as if he remembered something, and looked a little hesitant. "I have heard someone talk about a method. It is said that people with heatstroke should be moved to a cool place, and then unbuttoned their shirts to dissipate heat, and finally wipe the whole body with warm water. I just don't know if this method will work."

"This……"

Seeing that there was no shelter around them, everyone felt hopeless.

At this moment, Huang Ping, who was exploring the way ahead, ran back quickly, pointed behind him and said loudly: "Dad, there is a dilapidated temple ahead, one mile away from here."

Huang Changyuan quickly asked Huang Hai to carry the child who had suffered from heatstroke over, and said to everyone: "Have you heard it? There is a barrier ahead. Everyone hurry up and you can rest when you reach the ruined temple."

After saying that, he grabbed Lao Zhang and walked quickly forward.

"Old Huang, it's no use trying to pull me over. There's no medicine for it now. You know my poor medical skills."

Huang Changyuan said without even turning his head: "I can't care about that anymore. You are the only doctor in our village. Go faster."

Old Zhang was almost laughing with anger, but he still just let him drag him away.

The master and servant were at the end of the team. They only knew that the team stopped for a while and then started again. They had no idea what had happened. Finally, they followed everyone to the ruined temple and found out that many people had suffered from heatstroke.

Huang Changyuan settled everyone down and ran to the old woman: "Old woman, please boil some water, just warm water, and wipe the body of Chen's son."

After that, he walked up to the woman and said, "You heard what Lao Zhang said just now. It's up to you whether you do it or not."

The woman stopped crying, sobbed, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "I'll listen to Doctor Zhang."

Huang Changyuan quickly took the child and laid him flat on the ground. He then unbuttoned the child's shirt and turned to ask, "Old woman, what are you doing? Didn't I ask you to boil water?"

"In this weather, do we still need to boil water?"

Huang Changyuan hadn't reacted yet, but the child's mother did. She hurried back to her cart, got a small basin of water from the wooden barrel, reached out to test the temperature, and it was indeed hot. She immediately stripped the child's clothes and wiped his body with a wet towel.

Song Shiwei frowned. Using water alone would not be enough in such a hot day, especially since the child's face was red and it was obvious that he had a serious heatstroke. If there was no medicine, the situation would be serious.

Although there were many commonly used medicines prepared in the space, there were naturally many medicines for treating heatstroke. After thinking about it, he went into the carriage and took out two packets of medicine. He did not go over himself, but asked Zhang Wu to take them over.

Zhang Wu was stunned for a moment, then took the medicine and went to find the village chief.

"Village chief, my master has prepared some medicinal herbs for summer heat, but we are not doctors, so we don't know if the child can drink them. What do you think..."

Huang Changyuan looked at the medicine bag in Zhang Wu's hand, then looked in the direction of Song Shiwei, forced a smile on his face, and grabbed Zhang Wu's hand tightly: "You and your son are good people, thank you so much, our whole village will remember this favor."

After saying that, he pulled Lao Zhang out of the crowd and stuffed the medicine into his arms: "Take a look and see if the child can drink it."

At this moment, Lao Zhang did not refuse anymore. He quickly opened the medicine bag and carefully checked the herbs. After a while, his face was full of joy: "It can be used, it can be used. The herbs given by the two gentlemen are all top-quality. This bag can be used to make a large pot."

The wrinkles on Huang Changyuan's face immediately disappeared, and he quickly asked his wife to help him boil some medicine so that everyone who had suffered from the heat would drink a bowl of medicine.

"Village chief, there is still water in my bucket. Please use my water," the woman said as she kept wiping the child's body.

The others also expressed their willingness to contribute.

Song Shiwei stood at the door and watched the expressions of the crowd.

After all, they were traveling together, and Song Shiwei had a good impression of the people in Dahe Village along the way. There were a lot of medicines in the space, so it was nothing to give away two bags. After all, there were still a lot of medicines contributed by Cao Chong in the space.