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

Li An felt as if he was being stared at by a cheetah. His body tensed up and he dared not look Zhou Huai in the eye. He lowered his voice a few notches and said, "I have found out that Miss Song is in the capital now. As for where the secret guards are in the capital, we are still investigating."

"Then check it out."

"Yes."

After leaving the study, Li An breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and left quickly, thinking that he had to find out Miss Song's address as soon as possible, so that the young master would not be so moody and tremble in fear every time he followed him.

Fortunately, the fears of Li An and others were resolved after some time. As for the solution, they naturally arranged for the people who were keeping an eye on Zhang Wu to find out the news from Song Shiwei's letter.

Li An and Zhang Wu have always maintained a good relationship and would meet up for a drink from time to time. If it weren't for the fact that there had been no news about Song Shiwei since she left the Northern Territory, and his son's increasingly gloomy eyes, Li An would not have wanted anyone to monitor his good brother, so he sent out the most skilled person among the secret guards to get information.

The biggest surprise this time was knowing Song Shiwei's specific address in Beijing.

It was a coincidence that Zhang Wu wrote a reply letter that night after receiving Song Shiwei's letter, and planned to have someone send it to the capital the next morning. However, Huang Ying felt uncomfortable in her stomach before going to bed, so Zhang Wu drove the pregnant Huang Ying into the city to see a doctor in a carriage overnight. The letter was seen by the secret guards before he could put it away.

After Li An excitedly handed Song Shiwei's address to Zhou Huai, he finally saw a smile on his young master's face. His relaxed brows made Li An almost cry on the spot.

It’s not easy. It’s really not easy.

Now Zhou Huai held Song Shiwei's address. Although he wanted to go to the capital immediately, he thought about the movements of the big merchants and Zhang Wu during this period. Zhou Huai suppressed his impulse, made arrangements in an orderly manner, and handed a letter to Shen Qianxue by the way.

Song Shiwei had no idea what happened in the northern border, and she had no idea that because of a small mistake made by Zhang Wu, her current address was exposed.

When Zhang Wu called on the two villages to buy food, news of the drought in the southern border that had destroyed all the food was sent to the capital, along with the refugees from the southern border who were fleeing.

The capital city received the news a few days before the victims arrived, and the military department was dispatched to guard the city gate.

The high-ranking officials and nobles had more or less several manors in the suburbs of Beijing. They were worried that the victims would go to the manors and cause damage, so they sent a lot of guards to the manors.

The Lin family had made adequate preparations as early as when they first received Song Shi’s micro-message, so they were not worried at all about losses to other industries and farms.

While other officials and noble families were responding hurriedly, Lin Shouren's family of four were drinking tea and chatting in the pavilion in the courtyard.

Uncle Fu and the rest of the servants were standing under the eaves not far from the pavilion waiting. At this time, a servant from the front yard came to deliver ice that had just been taken out of the ice cellar. Uncle Fu waved at him, and when the man came closer, he took the ice from his hand.

Most of the ice in the round tank had been used up. Uncle Fu first poured the ice water in the tank into the bucket in the corner, and then filled the tank with ice. The ice water was still a little cool, so Uncle Fu carried the bucket to where the servants were. When he arrived, he handed the ice water to the servant who was standing beside him with a look of expectation.

Lin Shouren looked at Uncle Fu's actions and shook his head helplessly: "This Lin Fu is really thrifty."

Lin Ting smiled: "Uncle Fu followed you when Daddy was still a nobody. He did it out of habit."

Lin's mother and Lin Mubai both smiled when they heard this.

Lin Shouren showed a look of nostalgia, thinking of the hardships he had experienced when he started from scratch, and was filled with emotion for a moment.

Lin Ting pinched the cake and ate it in small bites, his eyes rolling around. He tried to hold back but couldn't help saying, "Mom and Dad, it's so boring at home. Can I go next door to play with Shi Wei?"

"There are a large number of disaster victims gathering outside the city. The emperor has even dispatched the military. The capital is in a tense and troubled time. There are patrols on the streets from time to time. It is not a good time to go out now. You should be patient and wait for a few days for the people above to make a decision."

Lin Ting also knew that what Lin's father said was true, so he could only purse his lips in response.

Lin Mubai couldn't bear to see his sister so disappointed, so he thought for a moment and suggested, "Our house is only separated from Miss Song's by a wall. If it doesn't work, we can just build a ladder and climb over the wall. I think Miss Song won't mind."

Sure enough, when Lin Ting heard what his brother said, his eyes suddenly lit up and he turned to look at his father expectantly.

Lin Shouren held his forehead with his hand, and said half helplessly and half dotingly: "No matter how good the relationship is, you can't climb over the wall. Although we are a merchant family, the rules have always been strict. It's okay to be willful at home, but you can't act like this outside, or people will say that we are full of money."

Seeing Lin Ting's eyes faded, Lin Shouren changed the subject: "But Shi Wei is also a kind-hearted person, I think he won't mind these things. There is only one thing, you can climb over the wall, but you need to let me know."

Lin Ting immediately jumped up from the stool and responded crisply, "Don't worry, Daddy. I'll have someone pass the message to Shi Wei right away. I'll go over after she agrees to let me go. Brother has been busy for a long time these days and must be tired. I heard that Song Zeyuan is also at home now. Brother, you must come with me. We can discuss academic matters then."

Without waiting for Lin Mubai to answer, Lin Shouren nodded with a smile: "I heard that Song Zeyuan is very favored by the teachers in Zhoushan Academy. Even Dean Jiang has a favorable eye for him. He will definitely pursue a career in politics in the future. My son should make more friends with such a talented person."

"My son knows."

Lin Shouren nodded with satisfaction. Although Song Zeyuan was only a subordinate of Song Shiwei, his words and deeds were all well-organized. Song Shiwei not only did not let him do the work of a servant around him, but also generously let him go to the academy to study. He did a great job in learning at a young age, and he would definitely be extraordinary in the future. If they could make friends with such a person when he was still in obscurity, it would be beneficial to the Lin family.

The brother and sister did what they said and immediately called the servants to pass the message to the next door.

Feng Ru was practicing boxing in the backyard. Hearing what the servant of the Lin family said, he immediately replied, "Please tell Sister Lin that Sister Song is not at home now. But when Sister Song comes back, I will tell her about this."

After hearing the servant's reply, Lin Ting, who was so excited just a moment ago, suddenly became listless. He lay on the round table and drew circles without any image, his mind full of thoughts about where Song Shiwei would go and when she would come back.

Song Shiwei, who was being missed by Lin Ting, was now lying on a tree near the city gate with his eyes closed, listening carefully to the movements outside the city.

The people from the Bingmasi kept the fleeing victims outside the city, and officials and their families distributed porridge at the city gate to calm the victims and prevent them from causing trouble out of hunger.

Faced with the large number of refugees fleeing, the emperor was also having a headache at the moment. When he thought of the large number of refugees coming one after another, he was extremely irritable when he went to court every day.