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

After walking for half an hour from the village, they saw a town, but Song Shiwei and his party did not stop. They walked straight through the town and left.

But within a few days, Feng Ru and Song Daxue had learned how to drive. They took turns driving and didn't feel tired. However, as the temperature rose, it was inevitable to feel hot outside in the sun. Even with the iced drinks Song Shiwei gave them, they were still sweating profusely.

Now we have been walking for another month and a half. We are getting closer and closer to the capital city and will arrive in another half month.

At noon that day, under the scorching sun, the carriage passed through a forest and slowly stopped.

After getting off the car, Song Shiwei looked around, and then went to the small river nearby to wash their faces with Feng Ru. After feeding the horses, Song Da began to prepare lunch.

The trees in this forest are sparse, but they can block the sunlight. The scattered light is refracted through the gaps between the leaves, shining on people as if they were coated with a layer of golden light. On one side of the forest is a gurgling river, the river is clear and you can see the bottom, and water celery is lush by the river.

As soon as Feng Ru saw the water celery, he pulled Song Da to pick it. In the end, he brought back a large bunch of water celery, which was just right for stir-frying a dish of water celery for lunch.

After eating, the little girl looked very satisfied. She held her face close to Song Shiwei and grinned.

Song Shiwei glanced at her lightly and said, "Speak."

"Sister Song, let's rest for a while. I want to pick more water celery and save it for you. You can eat it whenever you want."

Water celery is refreshing and delicious, and it is really good to eat in summer. Song Shiwei had no objection and nodded in response.

Feng Ru cheered and pulled Song Da, who was boiling water, to the river to pick wild vegetables. An incense stick later, they picked two bundles of water celery and came back. If Song Da hadn't said it was too late, the girl would have wanted to catch all the water celery. When they were about to leave, she was reluctant to leave the water celery, which made Song Shiwei smile gently, but he didn't tell her to pick them up with the roots and plant them in the space.

If you satisfy yourself with everything, it is easy to develop a bad temper.

But the girl had a good temper. Things came and went quickly. After a few minutes, she forgot her reluctance and turned to talk to Song Da who was driving.

It was the first time for both of them to leave the northern border. They were very much yearning to visit the capital city where the emperor was. Not daring to disturb Song Shiwei, they gathered outside the car and discussed in a low voice, their words full of anticipation for the capital city.

We still slept outdoors at night, but the next stop, the city, was less than fifty miles away, so we could arrive there tomorrow.

When the carriage was about to stop, Song Shiwei heard some noise coming from afar, similar to the sound of swords clashing, and the voices of many people shouting and talking.

Song Shiwei told Song Da, who was preparing to set up the tent, and Feng Ru, who was carrying the pots and bowls, to stay where they were, and then teleported towards the source of the sound.

Feng Ru looked at the direction where Song Shiwei left with sparkling eyes, and said enviously: "When can I be as good as Sister Song?"

It was the first time that Song Da saw Song Shiwei's skills. He had stopped setting up the tent and stared with his eyes wide open in disbelief. After a while, he came back to his senses and turned to look at Feng Ru: "Master, this skill..."

"Do you also think that my sister is amazing? I have never seen anyone more amazing than my sister."

Song Dasi thought that the skills his master had just displayed were not something that ordinary people could possess. The figure disappeared in that instant. Is this something that ordinary people can achieve?

Song Da shook his head, still a little dazed, but then he thought of his master's ability to make things appear out of thin air, and he was no longer shocked by his master's unpredictable means.

"Brother Song, why don't you speak?"

Song Da came back to his senses, smiled and nodded: "Master is very strong."

Feng Ru immediately smiled: "Of course, my sister is the most capable person. She knows everything and can do everything."

Song Shiwei had already arrived at the scene. He hid himself behind a thick tree and watched coldly as two groups of people fought not far away.

There were more than twenty men on one side holding large swords with blood oozing from the swords, and a dozen corpses in uniform lying on the ground.

The other side included men, women, old and young, and they blocked a woman in her twenties behind them. There were several horse-drawn carriages stopped behind them, and the horses pulling the carriages had fallen to the ground with blood flowing from their huge bodies.

It is not difficult to guess what happened. Being robbed by bandits in the wilderness is a common occurrence. The result of being unable to resist the bandits who kill without blinking an eye is even more predictable. However, those people are just like Huang Changyuan and others at the beginning. For the sake of that woman, they stood firmly in front even though they knew it was impossible.

If the noise here wasn't so loud and the distance wasn't so close, Song Shiwei really wouldn't have come over to check.

But in the blink of an eye, two more people fell down on the woman's side.

"Uncle Fu, don't worry about me, let's go quickly and don't make any unnecessary sacrifices," the woman shouted to the people in front of her, tears constantly flowing from her eyes.

The middle-aged man standing in front of the woman held a spatula in his hand, his face serious and determined, but he turned around and smiled: "Miss, don't cry, run away quickly, we will buy time for you, just run forward, don't look back."

The woman burst into tears and shook her head frantically: "I won't leave. I can't watch you die for me. Uncle Fu, if you still think of me as your master, you should listen to me and leave quickly. If only one person can escape, then one person can escape."

Everyone else looked at the man called Uncle Fu. Although hesitant, he stood in front of the woman without moving at all.

At this time, the bandit who heard the conversation raised his head and laughed: "Escape? You think you can escape? You are so naive."

As soon as she finished speaking, dozens of people jumped out from the nearby forest and blocked the woman's retreat.

Everyone on the woman's side was in despair.

"Young lady, if you obey me, I will let these people go, how about that?" The bandit leader licked the corner of his mouth, rolled the blood into his mouth, and smiled with a lewd and bloodthirsty look.

"Miss, don't listen to him. We would rather die than let you be humiliated by such a thief," Uncle Fu said anxiously, fearing that the woman would agree.

The woman tried hard to suppress her nausea and turned pale. She spat at the bandit and said, "You are such a pig-headed bear. I will never obey you even if I die today."

The bandit instantly stopped smiling, his face trembling, his eyes gleaming with ferocity: "Humph, you don't want to drink my toast, you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish today, brothers, come on, don't leave any of you behind."

The other bandits raised their swords and rushed forward.

Uncle Fu and the others clenched their weapons and rushed forward immediately, but were slashed in a moment.

Several more people fell down. The woman's face showed despair. She looked up and a tear fell. Even though she was afraid, she picked up the long knife beside her with trembling hands and raised it with difficulty.

Song Shiwei didn't want to intervene at first, but when he saw the woman raising the long knife, Song Shiwei moved. A shadow flashed quickly, and the next moment he appeared behind the woman and slit the throat of the bandit who was slashing at the woman with a sword.

Blood splattered all over the woman's face.

Song Shiwei glanced at her, sighed softly, and rushed towards the bandits with his sword in hand, splashing blood wherever he went.

The bandit looked at the boy who suddenly appeared, and then at his brothers who fell one by one, and immediately shouted loudly without caring about anything else: "Sir, please show some mercy. We are all gangsters. Please leave some space for us so that we can meet again in the future. We only want these people, and you can take the rest of the goods."

The bandits responded by seeing the fallen bodies of their brothers.