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

Song Da looked at Feng Ru in disbelief, as if he was judging whether her words were true or not.

Feng Ru rolled her eyes at him and turned away, bringing the tea she had prepared early in the morning to Song Shiwei, and then scooped out the porridge from the clay pot and let it cool.

Song Shiwei felt better after taking a sip of cold tea. She pinched her brows and took the face towel handed to her by Song Da. After washing up for several minutes, they sat down to have breakfast.

The people next to them had just finished breakfast and were packing their bags. The tents they used were similar to those used in military camps. They were very large and difficult to dismantle. The only good thing was that they could accommodate many people. For a group of twenty or so people like them, two tents were more than enough and the space was not crowded. The escorted goods could also be moved into the tents and there was no need to worry about any accidents if left outside.

Although the people from the escort agency got up earlier, they had too much stuff and had to sort it out one by one before they could set off. Therefore, when Song Shiwei and the other two left, those people were still sorting out the escorted goods.

"Song Da, speed up."

Hearing Song Shiwei's instructions, Song Da understood: "Yes, Master, sit tight."

With a "heel" sound, the carriage sped away.

The middle-aged man who was moving boxes looked up as if he sensed something, and stared at the direction where the three people disappeared for a while.

"Brother, are you worried about those three guys?"

The middle-aged man looked at the black-faced brother with eyes wide open, his face was intimidating without anger, and he shouted: "Hurry up and move the things, move faster, don't delay the trip."

"yes, Sir."

Fortunately, after a whole day's journey, they finally arrived at a village. The carriage drove all the way into the village and stopped only when it saw people.

All social matters were handled by Song Da, and Feng Ru only needed to keep the reins tight when he was talking to people.

There are quite a lot of people in this village. It is dinner time for every household, so there are not many people outside. They are lucky because the first person they see is the village chief.

Perhaps because he saw that the three men were teenagers and posed no threat, and also because he heard that the three men were returning to their hometown to visit relatives, he readily agreed to Song Da's request to stay overnight, and led the three men home, talking as they walked.

"We have many rooms at home, and the second eldest's family happened to be in town, so we have two rooms available. You are lucky. If you had come one day earlier, there would have been no vacant rooms for you to stay in. I see that you are still young, so why don't you have an adult to accompany you? Will your family be at ease with you three little ones going on such a long journey?"

Song Da laughed and explained, "My son is old now and can take care of things on his own at home. This time, the elders in the family were unable to leave, otherwise he would have come along. I would like to thank the village chief for taking him in."

It was only after listening to Song Da's words that the village chief realized that the oldest boy was a young man. Come to think of it, just looking at the way the three of them were dressed, they did not look like ordinary people. They also had a carriage to ride in, but God knows that he had never ridden in a carriage in his life as a village chief. He did have cows at home, but those animals were precious and who would be willing to ride on them for no reason?

But the village chief felt more relieved. After all, he was a stranger. Even though he looked young, if he was really that difficult to deal with, wouldn't that bring disaster to the family?

The village chief took three people and a carriage home and called his wife to clean up the room of his second son. It was said to be two rooms, but in fact it was a suite-like layout. There was a large room with a bed and cabinets at the entrance, and there was a small room inside, similar to the ear room of a wealthy family, but the advantage of the two rooms was that they were very large.

After the village chief's wife finished cleaning, she pulled the village chief outside and whispered to him.

Song Da carefully checked the two rooms and then said, "Master, you and Ru'er can sleep in the inner room at night. I will sleep outside and can take care of anything."

Song Shiwei had no objection to this, but Feng Ru knew that Song Shiwei didn't like to sleep with others, so he took the initiative to say: "Brother Song, I will sleep outside with you, and I can sleep on the floor."

Song Da was slightly surprised, then nodded: "I see those two stools are quite long, and they can be put together to sleep people. You should sleep on the bed."

"That won't work. You still have to catch the bus tomorrow. If you don't sleep well, you won't be able to catch the bus. I'm small, so I'll sleep on the stool. That's it."

Song Da couldn't argue with Feng Ru, so he looked at Song Shiwei.

Song Shi smiled and glanced at the two of them, then said to Song Dadao: "Just listen to her. Go ask the village chief if you can use the kitchen. Make dinner early so you can have a good rest after eating. Don't forget to pay them."

"Yes, I will ask right away."

There was rice, vegetables and seasonings in the carriage, and borrowing the kitchen would only cost some firewood and water from the village chief's house.

Song Da went out to find the village elder and his wife and told them that he wanted to borrow the kitchen. Without waiting for the village elder to speak, he took out ten coins from his purse and said, "Thank you for taking us in today, village elder. We can't accept your kindness for nothing. This little money will be used as payment for the rent and the cost of borrowing the kitchen. I hope you won't mind."

The old couple stared at the copper coins in Song Da's hand. After a while, the village chief waved his hands and said, "It's just one night's sleep. There's really no need to spend money. There's a spare room at home. As long as you don't mind the mess at home, you can use the kitchen as you like."

"Yes, I think you are too polite, little brother. You really don't have to give us money. Farmers don't have much to offer as a treat. Just don't mind. But there is not much firewood in the kitchen. I will go and get some for you," said the village chief's wife, and she ran to the woodshed in the backyard.

Song Da still insisted on giving the money, but the village chief refused. After a while of arguing, seeing that the village chief was about to get angry, Song Da quickly compromised and thanked him again.

There are almost always three stoves in a farmer's kitchen, two of which are used to place large iron pots for cooking and boiling water, and the other one is used to steam rice.

Song Da was busy in the kitchen for a stick of incense, cooking two dishes and a soup, and boiling a large pot of water for washing.

Feng Ru was feeding the horses in the yard at the moment. When he smelled the delicious food from the kitchen, he helped to carry the food into the house. During the meal, Song Da talked about the village chief's refusal to accept money.

Song Shiwei hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "If you don't want to accept it, then don't accept it. Most farmers are simple and honest. I will leave a piece of pork for them tomorrow."

Song laughed and agreed, "It just so happened that I hadn't finished yet, and there were about two pounds left. When I was cooking just now, I heard a child's voice coming from the main room, but I didn't see anyone. I guess the village chief and his men didn't allow anyone to come out and disturb them. This family is really well-behaved."

Song Shiwei naturally knew it, after all, he could hear the voices of the village elders and their husbands clearly.

After dinner, Song Shiwei went back to the inner room, locked the door and went straight into the space. This time, Song Shiwei did not clean up the vegetable garden but went straight to the shower room to take a shower.

The scented soap was bought by Zhang Wu before. After carefully washing off the sweat stains on his body, Song Shiwei left the space.

The three of them left quietly early the next morning. Before leaving, Song Dafengru tidied up the room where they had slept.

The village chief's wife got up to feed the chickens. She saw the door of her second son's room was wide open and thought that the three boys from yesterday had gotten up. After thinking for a while, she walked over, but there was no one in the room. After looking around, she only saw a piece of pork on the stove. As for the three boys from yesterday, none of them were there.

The village chief's wife took the pork back to the house and woke up the village chief, and the two of them expressed their feelings.