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

Perhaps it was the first time that Zhang Wu met a master who said one thing and thought another, so he was very curious. However, he was also tactful and did not say anything, for fear that his master would get angry and stab him with a sword.

At the beginning of the morning hour on the second day, Zhang Wu came back carrying a clay jar, his face full of melancholy.

Seeing this, Song Shiwei's eyes fell on the empty earthenware jar, and he understood: "Didn't find the water source?"

Zhang Wu nodded and said in a muffled voice, "When I went to wash dishes last night, it was still a small river. I just checked and found that the river has dried up and the riverbed has dried up and cracked."

At this point, Zhang Wu raised his head abruptly: "Master, do you think the drought has already arrived?"

Song Shiwei said as he packed up the tent: "Drought has already come since the extreme heat began. Didn't you hear the head of Dahe Village say that the weather has been getting worse since a few years ago? I think those were all signs."

"No wonder I heard so many people talking about it when I was in the capital. The taxes collected by the imperial court are increasing year by year. We have hardly ever lacked water during this journey. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes just now, I would not have imagined that droughts are so cruel."

Song Shi smiled and shook his head, but seeing that he looked a little depressed, he kindly said, "We won't be short of water. As for the others, just leave it to fate. There is always a glimmer of hope. It depends on whether one can grasp it."

At least the hero and heroine in the book, despite various extreme natural disasters, finally made it to the north alive and well.

I don’t know whether it was Song Shiwei’s words that worked or Zhang Wu convinced himself, but in any case, he had put away his depressed mood while on the road.

The buckets in the carriage were also empty. The carriage swayed away from the hill. Song Shiwei put his hand into the bucket. Clean and clear water came out from the palm of his hand and flowed into the bucket. Soon the bucket was full of water. Then Song Shiwei put the chilled drink into the water bag.

According to what Song Shiwei said last night, the next step is not to continue walking in the mountains, but to turn down, walk along the official road for a while and then go up the mountain.

As the carriage left the official road, there were more disaster victims on the road. From time to time, we could meet groups of villagers walking on the road, but most of them were families of several people, young and old, rushing on the road. They all had dusty and haggard faces.

Occasionally, you would meet people driving ox carts or mule carts, and there were many horse-drawn carriages. Therefore, when Zhang Wu drove the carriage, he attracted a lot of attention.

There were many people lying on the ground and groaning quietly on the roadside, but Zhang Wu drove away without even looking.

Song Shiwei leaned against the carriage and opened the route map to Northern Wilderness in his mind. Their current location was the closest to Yingchang Prefecture. At the current speed, it would take at least tomorrow afternoon or the next morning to arrive. There was a village twenty miles away.

Once we pass Yingchang Prefecture, we will avoid the cliffs on the mountain, and it will be safer to go up the mountain then.

After checking the route, Song Shiwei lifted the door curtain and looked around: "Hurry up, there is a village not far ahead, twenty miles away from here."

Zhang Wu nodded: "I will try to speed up."

After Song Shiwei finished speaking, he returned to the carriage and did not ask Zhang Wu to speed up. After all, there were too many people on the road and it was not easy for the carriage to pass through at once. At the same time, they had to guard against malicious victims on the road.

The carriage traveled on the road for an hour. The sunlight shone on the earth and scorched the pedestrians on the road. Even though Song Shiwei placed ice plates in the carriage, it still couldn't resist the summer heat. He had no choice but to ask Zhang Wu to find a shaded place to stop.

There were too many victims on the road. Zhang Wu, sweating profusely, finally stopped the carriage in a sparsely populated place. People around looked at him, but Zhang Wu remained calm. He welcomed Song Shiwei out of the carriage before untying the horse and tying it to a tree.

As soon as Song Shiwei got out of the carriage, he noticed many gazes on him. His sharp eyes swept over them one by one, and those people instantly withdrew their gazes and either lay down or sat down.

"Master, there are too many people on the official road. We probably won't be able to get to the village to repair until later."

Song Shiwei waved his hand: "It's okay, it's too hot now to travel, let's wait until the sun goes down. Oh, by the way, don't cook for lunch, just eat some dry food and biscuits, don't attract attention and cause trouble."

Zhang Wu also understood that now was not a good time to fetch water. He even knew that as long as he fetched water, the victims would definitely rush over like crazy. Although the two were not afraid of those people, they wanted to avoid as much trouble as possible. It was not easy during the disaster years.

The victims who arrived later also chose this place to rest. They all took out their dry food and biscuits and ate them slowly. They even drank water carefully, for fear that their water bags would be snatched away.

I don’t know if it’s because the two of them have too strong auras, but no one else came close within a few meters around them, and even the glances they made were extremely subtle.

Song Shiwei raised his eyes and saw Zhang Wu's face was dark red, and his steps were heavy. He smiled helplessly: "I am better than you. If you have something to do, solve it yourself, don't worry about me."

Zhang Wu's face immediately turned red, his eyes widened: "Master, you...you."

Song Shiwei looked at him innocently and blankly.

Zhang Wu felt so shy that he couldn't speak for a long time. He turned around and walked into the woods silently.

As soon as the person left, Song Shiwei couldn't help but laugh softly.

Just then, a little boy who looked about five or six years old slowly approached, with his dirty fingers stuffed in his mouth, staring at the steamed bun in Song Shiwei's hand. Perhaps because he saw that Song Shiwei did not open his mouth to drive him away, he became bolder and moved closer and closer, with crystal tears at the corners of his mouth dripping onto his collar.

When the little boy was one meter away, Song Shiwei frowned, gently lifted his eyelids and looked at him, his eyes were indifferent, and then he looked at the expressions of the family of five not far behind the little boy, who were looking at him cautiously. Song Shiwei sneered: "Little devil, stay away from me."

The little boy took two more steps forward, looked at Song Shiwei with a pair of innocent eyes, and smiled flatteringly: "Big brother, I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten for two days. Can you give me your steamed bun?"

Song Shiwei was unmoved: "Get lost."

Just when the little boy wanted to move forward, Song Shiwei directly drew out the long sword from his waist. The sunlight shone on the blade, a silver light flashed, and a cold air hit people.

The little boy was so scared that he took two steps back and fell to the ground. He turned around and looked at his family not far away, and burst into tears.

At this time, a woman covered in patches rushed out from not far behind the little boy, rushed straight to the little boy, and pointed at Song Shiwei: "He is just a child, what's wrong with you giving him a steamed bun? You are such a grown-up, and you still bully a child, don't you feel guilty? It's just a steamed bun, it won't kill anyone if you give it to him, you are so cruel."

"Isn't it just a steamed bun?" Song Shiwei held a long sword in his hand and walked towards the two people step by step, looking at the woman with a smile: "Do you have any at home?"