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

Lin Ting didn't notice Song Shiwei's expression, and kept saying, "There are too many storybooks at home. I found these to be quite interesting after reading them. I'll send them to you after you finish reading them."

Song Shiwei raised her eyebrows, stood up and walked to the box, brushed her skirt and squatted down to rummage through the books in the box, making sure that almost none of them had been read. A faint smile appeared between her eyebrows: "Okay, I haven't read these books. You sit for a while, I'll go to the room to get the books."

After saying that, Song Shiwei stood up and walked into the side room on the study side. After closing the door, he took out the scripture he had read before and put it into a box. Then, with both hands, he easily carried the heavy-looking box to the main room.

The box fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Lin Ting and the servants who were waiting for him were stunned.

Feng Ru came in with some snacks and tea made by Mrs. Cai. She smiled and said, "Sister Lin, this is a snack made by our cook. It tastes delicious. Try it and see if you like it."

Lin Ting turned his eyes away from the box and looked at the snacks on the coffee table. He picked up a small piece and took a bite. He smiled and nodded: "It's sweet but not greasy. Your cook is very skilled."

"If you like it, I'll ask Granny Cai to make more. You can take it home when the time comes."

Lin Ting liked Feng Rujiao's innocent and cute appearance and the gentle smile on her face, so he would naturally agree to whatever she said.

While the two were talking, Song Shiwei had already exchanged scripts with the Lin family's servants. After the Lin family's servants carried the boxes out, Song Shiwei walked back and sat down, taking a sip of the tea brought in by Feng Ru.

Lin Ting turned to look at her and leaned forward a little: "Shi Wei, when I came here just now, I saw that there seemed to be no one living on both sides of your house, and your place is really quiet. My house is not like that. It is so noisy during the day that I can't sleep in."

"When I bought the house, I valued the quietness of this place. There are not many stalls on the main street in front, and no matter how noisy it is, it can't reach the backyard. There is really no one living on both sides."

Lin Ting's eyes lit up immediately, and he clapped his hands: "No one lives here, so I'll be your neighbor. I think the house here is not big, but the environment is quiet and good, and it's close."

Song Shiwei and Feng Ru looked at her in surprise.

"It doesn't matter if it's smaller. At most, we can buy two houses, connect them together, and renovate them. Then we'll be neighbors and it will be convenient for us to come and talk. I can come to you whenever I want. Well, I'll ask Uncle Fu to buy the two houses in front when I get back."

Song Shiwei and Feng Ru looked at each other, and both saw arrogance in each other's eyes.

Feng Ru: Is the Lin family so rich? They buy houses whenever they want, and they buy two at a time!

Song Shiwei: He is indeed rich beyond imagination.

But seeing Lin Ting chattering endlessly, Song Shiwei was really afraid that she would move in and look for him all day, so he pursed his lips and said, "Do your parents agree to your move?"

Lin Ting waved his hand nonchalantly, raised his chin and said, "My parents are not in the capital all year round, and I live alone at home. Besides, we have more than one house in the capital. If I buy a few more houses, my parents will only be happy and won't say anything to me."

Perhaps noticing that Song Shiwei looked strange, Lin Ting smiled a little embarrassedly: "My family has a lot of money. We have bought land and houses in many places in Dali. Take the capital for example. The prices of several houses have increased a lot. Anyway, buying a house will not be a loss."

Song Shi took a deep breath. Did ancient businessmen also know about real estate speculation? They were indeed a family of businessmen.

Feng Ru's eyes widened.

Lin Ting had no idea that she was showing off her wealth. Buying a house was as easy as buying cakes in her mouth. Now she had already started talking about how to renovate the two houses next door, as if the houses were already hers.

Song Shiwei was silent. Even though he had accepted so much gold, silver, jewelry and weapons from the thief, it was still not as good as the Lin family's superficial gains.

Feng Ru was also speechless. Everyone said that the capital was rich, but she didn't expect that it was rich beyond her imagination.

"What do you think of what I just said?"

Meeting those eager eyes, Song Shi smiled: "Very good."

"Yeah, I want to move the step-out bed from home here. I've been sleeping on that bed since I was a kid, and I'm used to it. I just don't know if I can move it over here."

Song Shiwei: "Try it."

"No, I have to go back quickly and ask Uncle Fu to buy the house next door. I'll fix it up this morning and move in this morning. Shi Wei, Ru'er, I'm leaving now. I'll come to play with you another day."

Looking at the figure running away like a gust of wind, Song Shiwei and Feng Ru were both stunned.

Feng Ru blinked and turned to look at Song Shiwei: "Sister, is Sister Lin's family so rich?"

"Her family has been engaged in business for generations, and was a well-known merchant during the Dali period, so naturally she is rich."

"This is too rich, but Sister Song is also rich."

Song Shi smiled, shook his head and said, "The Lin family is rich, and I just have some money, I can't compare."

The key point is that this money was taken from Cao Chong, not earned by himself.

It was at this time that Song Shiwei missed the map given by the system. If the map was still there, he would definitely go and find that bastard again.

When Lin Ting heard about buying a house, Song Shiwei thought it would take several days. Unexpectedly, the girl came running over the next day with great enthusiasm, holding two deeds in her hands, with Lin Ting's name written on them.

"We'll start construction tomorrow, but don't worry, Ru'er said you like to sleep longer in the morning. I've already told Uncle Fu that we'll start construction after noon."

Seeing her swinging the deed in her hand, Song Shiwei's temples throbbed. After a long while, he spoke: "After the two houses are connected, how are you going to build them?"

Lin Ting thought for a moment and said, "I plan to dig a small pond in the second yard and build a pavilion. It will be great for cooling off in the summer and drinking wine around the fire in the winter. I will also plant a bamboo forest around it, and it will have a good artistic conception. I will invite you to come and see it when the next door is repaired."

It must be said that Lin Ting really knows how to enjoy himself. Song Shiwei sighed, nodded spinelessly, and then pointed to the box next to him: "You left in a hurry yesterday and forgot to take those books with you. Remember to take them home today."

Lin Ting smiled and agreed. He walked over and opened the box. He carefully flipped through the books. After a while, he looked up at Song Shiwei with sparkling eyes: "I haven't read these books. Are they all from the North?"

Song Shiwei nodded.

"It turns out that there are so many storybooks in the North." Lin Ting walked to Song Shiwei with a book and sat down. He flipped through the pages and said, "I've thought about writing a storybook before, but unfortunately I don't have enough knowledge to come up with such interesting stories. Even if I wrote one, no one would read it."

Lin Ting's words made Song Shiwei's heart move. Yes, writing storybooks seems to be quite fun. She can try it when Na is bored one day. Especially after reading so many storybooks, whether in the northern border or the capital, most of them are based on the ancient times, and there seems to be no mythological or cultivation background.