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

Song Shiwei put down the notebook and looked at her helplessly: "If you have something to say, just say it. Why are you being so shy?"

Feng Ru grinned and moved closer to Song Shiwei: "Sister, who was that sister just now? I don't think it's the first time you two have met."

"They were fighting against the bandits. I saw that her servants were loyal and did not desert the battlefield. She herself knew she could not defeat them but still wanted to resist. So she took action to deal with the bandits."

Feng Ru exclaimed, "Is it the time when Sister Song came back on horseback?"

Seeing Song Shiwei nod, Feng Ru's eyes lit up: "Sister Song is really amazing. I see that sister is well dressed, she must not be an ordinary person. She is also going to the capital this time. Maybe she is a rich lady. Sister saved her, and she will have someone to protect her in the capital in the future."

The capital city is prosperous but also full of crises. Brother Song said that a stone falling from the sky could easily hit an official, which shows how many important people there are. Feng Ru wants to see the capital city but is afraid.

Song Shiwei laughed when she heard her words: "She is indeed a rich lady, but no one in her family is an official. She just has a big business and is very rich. She is nothing in the capital."

Among the four classes of people, scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, merchants are the lowest class. No matter how rich the Lin family is, they are still merchants. In the eyes of the aristocratic families, they are a class that is not worthy of being on the stage and are disdained to have any contact with.

This was the case with the Dali Dynasty. They placed too much emphasis on family background and despised the money-loving merchants while enjoying luxury. They showed it vividly by picking up the bowl to eat and then putting it down to curse.

Feng Ru didn't quite understand, but she didn't want to disturb Song Shiwei, so she went outside to ask Song Da.

They passed a town at noon, had lunch and continued on their journey, having to sleep outdoors at night.

The most spacious spot beside the official road was occupied by someone who looked familiar. Seeing this, Song Da slowly slowed down and said, "Master, the people over there seem to be the escort agency we met last time. Do you want to rest here?"

Song Shiwei lifted the car curtain and looked forward. It was indeed the group of people led by the black-faced man. He never expected to meet them here.

"Let's rest here. If we go any further, we may not find such a spacious place."

Song Da responded and pulled the reins towards those people.

"Brother, brother, look, that guy driving the car looks familiar," the people from the escort agency saw Song Da as early as when he came over. The more the black-faced man looked at Song Da, the more familiar he looked to him, and he quickly pulled the middle-aged man next to him.

"It's them," the middle-aged man recognized them at a glance.

"Who?"

The middle-aged man glared at him unhappily and said, "You are really stupid. You are just the teenagers who asked you to help collect firewood last time."

The dark-faced man stared and almost jumped up from the ground: "It's them. This is so fucking fate that we can meet here. Brother, how about I go and say hello?"

At this time, Song Da had already stopped ten meters away from the group and was currently loading things onto the car. He never glanced over here from beginning to end.

The middle-aged man looked around for a few breaths and shook his head, then said in a deep voice, "Don't meddle in other people's business. We are all out, so don't meddle in other people's business if you can."

"Oh."

Song Da set up the tent and Feng Ru took the pots and pans. Seeing this, Song Shiwei took the food, meat and vegetables from the cart and took Feng Ru to the opposite side of the river.

"Sister...Master, we are so lucky. There is a river here. I just don't know if there is water celery."

Seeing that she hadn't forgotten Shuiqin, Song Shiwei shook his head and laughed.

There were no wild vegetables besides weeds by the river. Occasionally, small fish swam in the water, and Feng Ru licked his lips as he watched.

"Sir, how about I catch some fish and grill them tonight? I haven't had grilled fish for a long time. Brother Song's grilled fish is delicious."

Speaking of Song Da's grilled fish, it was half a month ago when he bought a fish in the town. In order to change the taste, Song Da grilled the fish and ate it. The taste was really good. Thinking of the taste, Song Shiwei was a little moved and immediately said, "Go to the car and get my sword."

"I'll go right away," he ran back quickly before he finished speaking, and then ran back again quickly, panting as he handed the long sword to Song Shiwei, his eyes bright: "Sir, do you want to catch fish?"

Song Shiwei hummed, took off his shoes, rolled up his trouser legs and walked into the river.

Fortunately, it was still daylight and the situation in the water was clear. In addition, Song Shiwei was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and he caught a fish weighing about two kilograms in just a few moments.

While Song Shiwei was catching fish, Feng Ru ran back and brought back a small wooden bucket. He hurriedly took the fish handed to him by Song Shiwei and put it into the bucket.

He caught five or six fish in a short time. He stopped when he thought he had caught enough. He put on his shoes and socks, cleaned the fish by the river, and then went back.

Song Da had already started a fire and taken out all the seasonings, waiting to grill the fish, while porridge was cooking in a clay pot nearby.

Feng Ru handed the processed fish to Song Da, then sat beside him with his face in his hands, watching him grill the fish on the grill over the fire.

Song Shiwei's shoes and socks were a little wet and sticky, so after returning, he went into the tent and took out a bucket of water from the space to wash them.

When Song Shiwei came out after washing up, the grilled fish was already emitting a fragrant aroma, and the fragrance became even more intense after adding chili powder.

The people from the escort agency ten meters away couldn't help but gasp and swallow.

The escort agency also has meat and vegetables, and they will buy food every time they arrive at a town. However, since they are all men when they go out, they are naturally not so particular. They bring oil and salt with them, but no chili powder. When they eat the barbecue in their hands with only salt added and smell the spicy smell next to it, they feel that the barbecue in their hands is bland.

The dark-faced man was holding a pancake in one hand and a piece of barbecue in the other. He was almost crying over the smell of the grilled fish next to him. He turned around and looked at the middle-aged man eagerly: "Brother, can I go buy two from them? They smell so good."

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then stood up and said righteously: "When you go out, knowing one more person means you have one more friend. It is fate that we met each other twice. We should make friends."

After saying this, without waiting for his brothers on the ground to react, he walked straight towards the young man, and swallowed his saliva when he turned around.

The black-faced man reacted quickly this time and quickly stood up and followed his eldest brother.

Song Shiwei and the other two naturally saw the other party coming, but when they got closer, they didn't speak immediately, as if they didn't see the two people.

The middle-aged man coughed awkwardly and clasped his fists towards the three men. "Three little brothers, I didn't expect to see you again today after we last met. It's really fate. My last name is Hong. I see that you are about the same age as my son. If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Hong."

The black-faced man had been staring at the grilled fish in the hands of the three men since he arrived. When he heard what the eldest brother said, he quickly said, "My name is Wang Dazhuang, you can call me Brother Dazhuang, little brother, this fish of yours - ah, why did you hit me, eldest brother?"

Hong Sheng twitched his lips, his expression extremely embarrassed.

Song Da looked at Song Shiwei, and seeing that she had no objection, he handed the fish to Feng Ru, then stood up and bowed: "Uncle Hong, Brother Dazhuang, you two can just call me Song Da. This is Feng Ru, and this is my son, surnamed Song. I wonder if you two are here for something?"