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

The next day, Song Shiwei woke up and went out again. This time he still headed out of the city, wanting to see the measures taken outside the city to deal with the victims.

After dodging the patrolling officers on the street, Song Shiwei quickly arrived at the city gate. At this time, a porridge stall had been set up at the gate. The porridge was freshly cooked. Outside the stall, the victims lined up in an orderly manner, staring at the wooden barrel containing the porridge.

The soldiers from the Military Affairs Department stood around the shed with long swords in their hands, keeping an eye on the victims. If they saw any troublemakers, they would drag them away and give them thirty strokes of the cane. Before Song Shiwei arrived, he had already dealt with several troublemakers in front of many other victims, so the victims were behaving so well at this moment.

Song Shiwei looked for a while and then left. With the swift and powerful measures of the Military Department, these disaster victims would not affect the city for the time being.

As soon as Song Shiwei walked in, Song Zeyuan came out of the room, called Song Shiwei and walked towards her quickly.

"Master, what's the situation outside the city?"

"Be safe for now."

Song Zeyuan lowered his head and pursed his lips, then said, "I have a favor to ask, and I hope the master will grant it."

Facing those silent and pleading eyes, Song Shi frowned slightly and said, "Speak."

"I am often advised by the Dean in the academy. Yesterday, I went to the Dean's house and learned that the Dean is still in the academy and has not returned home. The Dean's wife is also worried, so I want to go out of the city to bring the Dean back."

Song Shiwei stood upright in the courtyard, glanced at Feng Ru who was looking out the door of the main house, and chuckled: "Now the city gate is controlled by the military department. It's easy to leave the city, but it's difficult to enter the city again!"

"I know this is a difficult matter, but I also want to try my best for the dean and will not cause any trouble to the master. I only hope that the master can help me."

Song Shiwei glanced at him and said lightly: "Song Zeyuan, do you still know your duty now?"

Song Zeyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knelt down: "I am your subordinate, and it is my duty to serve you wholeheartedly. In this case, I did not see my duty clearly, please punish me, master."

"Forget it. Since you are so innocent, I will make arrangements with Dean Jiang. This will not happen again."

It was hard for Song Zeyuan not to be moved. His eyes suddenly turned red, and he choked up. He bowed his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Master. I am sorry for causing you trouble."

Song Shiwei waved his hand, turned around and went back to the main room. After sending Feng Ru away, Song Shiwei picked up the teacup and took a sip of herbal tea. Thinking of what Song Zeyuan had said and done just now, the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

We are born in heaven and earth and live in the world. We should do what we should do and not do what we should not do, and we should judge everything by our deeds rather than our feelings.

Song Zeyuan was concerned about Jiang Yuanzheng, but it was not difficult for Song Shiwei, let alone causing trouble. Song Shiwei was not dissatisfied. On the contrary, he was very satisfied with Song Zeyuan's request, which meant that he was not wrong about this person.

If he could remain indifferent even to the person who had helped him, then Song Shiwei would have to seriously consider whether he could still use Song Zeyuan.

Fortunately, he has excellent character.

As for Jiang Yuanzheng's matter, Song Shiwei left quietly after nightfall, and did not attract anyone's attention when he left the city gate, and went straight to Zhoushan Academy.

After the news from the south came, the academy gave all the students a holiday. Most of the teachers had served in the court, so they naturally knew that there must be some measures to deal with the disaster victims from the south rushing to the capital. So all the students and teachers in the academy returned home and waited for news.

Song Shiwei teleported several times and quickly arrived at Zhoushan Academy. He originally thought that Jiang Yuanzheng must have suffered a lot in the academy after so many days, but when he hurried over, he saw the person lying leisurely in the courtyard, drinking under the moon, with a comfortable expression on his face, without any worry or depression.

Song Shiwei:........

Song Shiwei slowly walked out of the darkness, the moonlight shining on his body lengthening his shadow slightly.

Jiang Yuanzheng saw such a big person standing right in front of him. He was stunned for a moment, then he stood up from the recliner and looked at the person with empty eyes. After seeing the person clearly, he smiled suddenly: "Little girl, you came to my academy so late, did you get lost in the mountains?"

Song Shiwei raised his eyebrows slightly, and said affirmatively: "I'll come to you."

Jiang Yuanzheng: ???

After all, he was a great scholar of the time, so Song Shiwei patiently explained, "I heard that Dean Jiang was trapped in the academy, and your wife was very worried, so someone asked me to take you back to the city."

"Little girl, now that the city gates are sealed, it's not easy to go back. Not to mention me, I'm afraid you can't get in either. The person who asked you to come here probably didn't want you to go back on purpose. But don't worry, there are still many empty rooms in the academy, and there are also a lot of food and vegetables in the kitchen. Even if you can't go back to the city for the time being, you don't have to worry about starving."

Song Shiwei's face was full of black lines. He really didn't have the patience to explain with him. He immediately teleported to the side of Jiang Yuanzheng, knocked him unconscious with a knife while he was shocked, and then put him into the space. When leaving the academy, he was kind enough to lock the door. Finally, he teleported back to the city, and arrived at the door of his house. After making sure that there was no one around, he let the man out of the space and helped him go forward to knock on the door.

Uncle Qin was awakened by a knock on the door in the middle of the night. He was awakened from his sleep when he saw someone standing outside the door. He hurried forward to open the door, and then helped Jiang Yuanzheng up.

Song Zeyuan had been waiting in the house since Song Shiwei left and had not slept. When he heard the noise outside, he immediately got up and went out. His eyes widened when he saw the person supported by Uncle Qin.

Song Shiwei glanced at him and said, "Don't you respect your teacher? Why don't you settle him down quickly?"

"Thank you, master. You have worked hard. I will arrange it right away," Song Zeyuan hurried forward, and he and Uncle Qin supported Jiang Yuanzheng on the left and right to go to his room.

As soon as the person was placed on the bed, Feng Ru came in with a basin of water.

"Brother Song, there is hot water here. Please wipe Jiang Yuanzheng's face."

Song Zeyuan took the basin and asked while twisting the washcloth, "Where's the master?"

"I've brought water to my sister. She'll probably be asleep soon. By the way, Brother Song, you put Jiang Yuanzheng in your room, so where are you going to sleep tonight?"

"Let's talk about it later. If you really have to, go to the front yard and spend the night there. It's getting late, so go back to bed."

"Okay, then remember to call me if you need anything."

After wiping Jiang Yuanzheng's face, Song Zeyuan went out with the basin to pour water. When he came back, he was met with a pair of confused eyes.

Song Zeyuan quickly put down the handkerchief he was using to wipe his hands and walked to the bedside, saying in a gentle voice, "Director, are you feeling unwell?"

Although Song Zeyuan was recommended by Jiang Yuanzheng to enter the academy, they did not meet often. His voice interrupted his thoughts and Jiang Yuanzheng looked at Song Zeyuan. After a while, he suddenly realized: "You are...Song Zeyuan?"

Song Zeyuan smiled and said, "The director has a really good memory."

"It's really you. Why am I here? Where is this place?" Just as he asked, Jiang Yuanzheng suddenly remembered the little girl in the academy and asked, "Have you seen a little girl?"

Song Zeyuan was stunned at first, then guessed that the little girl Jiang Yuanzheng was talking about was his master, and smiled: "This is my home, and the one who brought Yuanzheng back is my sister. Madam is very concerned about Yuanzheng's safety, and I am also worried, so I asked my sister to go to the academy to pick him up. Now it is getting late, Yuanzheng will rest at my home tonight, and I will send him home early tomorrow morning."