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

Song Shiwei still lowered his eyes, but he was quite satisfied with Song Da's answer. The corners of his mouth slowly rose, as if he was a little emotional: "It's good that you can think this way. In this world, some people are extremely rich but are unwilling to work hard, and some are poor but unwilling to give up. Only the road to the imperial examination is extremely difficult. It is not possible to achieve your wish by hard work and study. In the end, some people pass the exam and become officials, some continue to study hard, and some give up studying and return home, no longer looking forward to a bright future."

Song Da listened very carefully and remembered Song Shiwei's words deeply. After she finished speaking, he took over the conversation: "Master, you see clearly. When I was enrolled in the Northern Border Academy, the students were very hardworking and never rested. Most of them were from poor families and cherished the hard-won opportunity to study. At that time, I thought that if I could get good grades in the imperial examination and become an official in the court one day, I would definitely improve this situation."

Song Da couldn't help but smile bitterly as he said this: "I also know that this idea is too naive. I don't think I can do it even if I spend my whole life."

Song Shiwei looked up to Song Da after hearing this, and raised her eyelids to look at him: "It's not easy for you to have such an idea. In my opinion, there are only things you can do and things you can't do in the world. If you think you can do it, just do it. You must know that haste makes waste. Many things just need to be done slowly."

"I understand. Thank you for your guidance, Master. I was just too eager to succeed." Song Da smiled embarrassedly and said, "Brother Zhang once said that I look calm but sometimes I tend to be extreme. If Master hadn't cleared up the confusion today, I would have thought too much again."

Song Shiwei chuckled: "Everyone has different opinions. Go down and prepare."

"Yes, I am resigning."

Song Shiwei didn't ask him what he planned to do. Anyway, the opportunity was right in front of him, and whether he could grasp it depended on his ability. If he still hadn't succeeded, then he couldn't blame others and could just find another private school.

Just when Song Shiwei was about to continue reading the storybook, Song Da, who had just left for a while, came back with a look of annoyance on his face.

"Master, I was so happy just now that I almost forgot about it. Today I went to the slave market and found a famous driver. He is a few years older than Mrs. Cai, but he is very strong and doesn't talk much. I bought him because he thought he was honest. He still has some things to sort out at the original owner's house. I asked him to come early tomorrow morning."

Without waiting for Song Shiwei to ask, Song Da continued, "Uncle Qin used to be a rickshaw driver in West City. He was alone. His master was a fifth-rank official. There was trouble in that mansion. Two days ago, he was driving the young master out and the horse was frightened. The master was very careful and killed the rickshaw driver. I spent fifty coins to inquire at the doorman of that house. What he said was true, so I bought him and signed a life contract."

"They are all death contracts. The original owner's family just let them go like that?"

Song Da laughed and said, "Of course not. It was originally caused by the internal conflicts of the master family. He was also unprovoked. The master of that family drove him out with just a few words. But he heard that the eldest son of that family was a good person and took the initiative to give him a household registration. Uncle Qin was forty years old and alone, so he went to the slavery city to find the master family."

As long as the person is alright, Song Shiwei nodded and said, "I should not be up early tomorrow morning. You should tell Ru'er and Mrs. Cai about this matter, so as to avoid being denied access when someone comes."

"I saved it. There are three empty rooms in the back house. Logically, they are all servants, so it's okay for them to live close to each other. But I feel that Mrs. Cai and her daughter are women after all, and I'm afraid they will feel uncomfortable, so I want to ask the master for instructions."

"Didn't you say before that the coachman should live in the stable? There just happens to be an empty room there," Song Shi said with a frown, "Are Mrs. Cai and Jasmine living in the same room now?"

Song Da was stunned at first, then nodded: "Yes, I asked them to choose whatever they wanted at that time. I guess I didn't explain it clearly, and they didn't dare to ask. The house on the back is not big, and it is indeed a bit crowded for two people. I will go and tell them later."

"Well, just make the arrangements as you see fit. You don't need to ask for permission for these matters in the future."

Song Da grinned: "Okay, then I won't bother you anymore."

The next day, Song Da strode out of the house with excitement in his heart. He first hired a carriage to go to Fumanlou to buy tea and snacks, then went to Tingzhu Pavilion and asked the bookstore servant to get two books. Finally, he chose a private room with a wide view to read.

At first, I was looking forward to the dean's arrival and would glance out the window from time to time, but after a while, I was completely immersed in the sea of ​​books, reading with great concentration.

Jiang Yuanzheng arrived relatively early. After having breakfast at home, he ran to Tingzhu Pavilion. Without the servant's greeting, he went straight to his usual private room in the backyard. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw through the window that there was someone reading a book in the private room next door.

Perhaps he was surprised at the other person's age, or perhaps he felt that the other person was looking too seriously, so Jiang Yuanzheng deliberately looked for a long time before walking towards his own private room.

Song Da didn't notice anyone passing by the window at all, let alone know that the person he had been waiting for for a long time had arrived, and was even in the private room next to him.

At this time, Song Shiwei, who had just woken up at home, also learned from Feng Ru that the coachman had arrived half an hour after Song Da left.

"Sister Song, I have arranged for the coachman to live in the stable. I originally thought that he would not like the strong smell of the stable, but he was quite happy. As soon as he entered, he ran to the side of the horse to look at it. If he was not worried that the horse would be unfamiliar, I think he would even want to touch it."

Feng Ru's words were funny, and Song Shiwei also found them funny. After washing her face, she spoke again, "Are you settled?"

"It's settled. The stable is spacious, but Uncle Qin doesn't talk much. Mrs. Cai has become more talkative after getting to know me over the past two days. She seems to have a similar personality to Aunt Tian. I wonder if Uncle Qin is the same as Mrs. Cai."

Song Shiwei had never met him in person, so it was difficult for him to make a hasty decision: "You should keep an eye on him for the next two days. As I said before, if you need him, keep him. If it's not necessary, tell me."

Feng Ru smiled sweetly: "Yeah, I know, I just secretly watch them when I have nothing to do."

"I see that you get along well with Jasmine. She is five or six years older than you. You two can chat with each other?"

Speaking of Jasmine, Feng Ru's smile widened. "She is a heartless person. She is older than me, but her brain is not as good as mine. Every day, she is scolded by Mrs. Cai. I have only been at home for such a short time, and I have seen her twice. But I saw her turn around and smile as if nothing happened."

Song Shiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why does it sound so awkward when you say this?"

Feng Ru twisted her body, feeling a little embarrassed. "I learned this from Brother Zhang Wu. He always said I was heartless. Now I've met someone who is even more heartless than me. I'll tell him next time I write to Brother Zhang Wu."