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

No one knows better than Mrs. Cai how difficult it is for a woman to survive in this world. Her daughter's son is too simple and honest. She is getting older and older. If she doesn't consider her, how will she survive after she dies? If she is unlucky and meets a worthless man like her father, she will follow in her footsteps.

The more Mrs. Cai thought about it, the heavier her mood became. Especially with the sharp contrast of Feng Ru, she felt that her daughter should learn a skill to make a living. As long as she had the skill, even if what she worried about came true, she would be able to support herself and not starve to death; as long as she had the skill, she would have the confidence to get married in the future.

Perhaps it was because of the bond between mother and daughter, Jasmine could clearly sense the change in Mrs. Cai's mood. She stuffed a piece of firewood into the stove and looked up at her: "Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Facing her daughter's clear eyes, Mrs. Cai sighed heavily: "It's okay, let me think about it again."

Because Mrs. Cai had some distracting thoughts in her mind, today's lunch was not as delicious as usual.

Song Shiwei felt it the first time he took a bite. He glanced at the kitchen casually without saying anything.

Song Da seldom ate at home, so he naturally didn't notice it, but he still noticed Song Shiwei's eyes and looked towards the kitchen with her.

Song Shiwei didn't eat much for lunch. He put down his bowl and chopsticks early and went to the study room.

Lin Ting was about to continue reading after finishing his meal when he was called away by Uncle Fu.

Song Da cleared the dishes on the table and went to the kitchen. He saw Mrs. Cai sitting in front of the stove with her head propped up in a daze, not even noticing that he had come in, so he coughed twice to remind her.

"Brother Song has finished his meal. Leave the dishes to me."

Song Dasong handed her the bowl and chopsticks, and after a moment of silence asked, "Is Granny Cai worried about something?"

Mrs. Cai was stunned at first, her eyes fell on the green vegetables that were not used much, and she hurriedly apologized: "I was upset today and didn't cook the meal carefully. I hope Brother Song will forgive me. I will never do this again in the future."

Song Da waved his hand: "The master didn't blame me, but I think if Granny Cai needs help, you can tell me. We are all serving the master, and we will definitely help if we can."

Mrs. Cai couldn't help but be moved. Song Da's eyes were full of sincerity, which showed that he was sincere in his offer to help. However, she was worried and couldn't express it. She could only smile and thank him, "Thank you for your concern, little brother Song. I'm fine. I'm just worried about my daughter. She's almost getting married but still has a childish temper. I'm just worried that her honest and straightforward character will cause trouble one day."

Song Da had never experienced the love of parents for their children, but he understood it very well. He nodded and said, "It's good that everything is fine. Granny Cai doesn't need to worry too much. Although Sister Jasmine is simple-minded, she won't cause trouble for no reason. Besides, don't be afraid if you really offend someone. As long as you do your job well, the master won't just stand by and do nothing."

These words were a blow to Mrs. An Cai's heart, and they were also a kind of beating.

How could Mrs. Cai not hear the hidden meaning in these words? She forced a smile and said, "I feel relieved when Brother Song said that. Not to mention that we have signed a death contract and we are Miss's people, even if we didn't sell ourselves, we would only be grateful to such a good master like Miss."

"If that's the case, then Granny Cai really doesn't need to worry. Sister Jasmine doesn't go out often, and she does her job well at home. The things you're worried about won't happen."

Having said that, Mrs. Cai couldn't help herself. Seeing that Song Da was about to leave, she hurriedly called him to stop. When he looked at her, Mrs. Cai's face was embarrassed. She moved her lips a few times before she gritted her teeth and asked, "Brother Song, I... I just want to ask about the loyalty pill."

Song Da was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Ruer told you?"

Mrs. Cai nodded: "Ms. Feng Ru said that after taking the loyalty pill, nothing bad will happen as long as you don't betray your master. I have been thinking about it these days, and I always feel that it is not right. Don't worry, little brother Song, I don't think it is wrong to be loyal to the master, I am just worried about the medicine... After all, medicine is three-point poison..."

Song Da understood: "You are worried that taking the Loyalty Pill will harm your body, right? Don't worry, Ru'er and I have been taking the Loyalty Pill for some time, and there is nothing wrong with our bodies. We are even healthier than before."

Seeing that Mrs. Cai seemed relieved, Song Da continued, "But Mrs. Cai is worrying too early about this matter. Regardless of whether you are willing or not, the master has not yet expressed his opinion. Ruer probably told you about this matter to prepare you mentally, and it does not mean that this is the master's intention."

Mrs. Cai was stunned for a moment, and it took her a long while to come back to her senses: "Are you saying this is not what the master meant?"

"Well, the master has no intention of recruiting more people, but some things are not safe enough even if a death contract is signed. Ru'er should tell you because you are serious about your work. Now, even if you are willing, it depends on whether the master wants to give you a loyalty pill."

Song Da's words were like a blow to the head, which stunned Mrs. Cai. It turned out that all her worries and troubles these days were just self-righteous. The master had never thought of asking her to take the loyalty pill, and it was even up to him whether to let her take it or not.

Before leaving, Song Da stood at the door and looked back: "Don't worry if Granny Cai doesn't want to. As long as you behave yourself, talk less, watch less, and do your job well, the master won't sell you out."

Mrs. Cai looked dazed at the moment, but she did not forget to thank Song Dadao.

Feng Ru came back at 3:00 p.m., holding a letter in his hand, and ran happily towards the main house.

"Sister Song, can I come in?" Feng Ru stood obediently at the door and waited for a response from inside before pushing the door open.

"Sister, Brother Zhang Wu has replied."

Song Shiwei took the letter and opened it while wondering: "Why so fast?"

"I knew you would ask, sister. I have already asked the escort agency that delivered the letter. They took the water route to the northern border and the same route back, which is much faster than taking the official road. In addition, the escort agency happened to have a letter to deliver to the capital, so their people rushed back at full speed, so the letter was delivered so quickly."

Song Shiwei nodded, lowered his eyes and quickly read the reply letter from Zhang Wu.

The letter briefly described what happened around him, and also wanted to ask Song Shiwei to give a name to his future child. Then it focused on the fact that Zhou Huai came to visit Song Shiwei two days after Song Shiwei left the Northern Territory, and asked about Song Shiwei's whereabouts. Zhang Wu didn't know whether his master was willing to let others know, so he only said that she was traveling around. Finally, he also told about the big and small things in the Northern Territory that Song Er had inquired about, and at the end of the letter asked about Song Shiwei's well-being.

After reading it, Song Shiwei found that there was a piece of paper at the end. After reading only the first few paragraphs, he realized that it was Zhang Wu's reply to Feng Ru. Song Shiwei then handed the last piece of paper to Feng Ru.

"Sister, do you want to reply?" Feng Ru quickly finished reading Zhang Wu's letter with a smile on her face.

"Well, reply one."

"Let me grind the ink," Feng Ru skillfully spread out the paper and pressed it with a paperweight, then picked up the brush on the pen holder next to him and handed it to Song Shiwei, and finally ground the ink.