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

Song Shiwei was a little surprised when a small package was stuffed into his hand out of the blue. This was not Zhang Wu's style. Then he looked at the backs of Zhang Wu and Huang Ying thoughtfully. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help laughing and shaking his head.

When Zhang Wu came back, he met his master's half-smile and half-smile, and suddenly became even more panicked. He hurriedly squatted down and began to turn the roasted rabbit and meat strips, without looking at Song Shiwei.

Song Shiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't say anything to you, why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not...not nervous. Master, please tell me what you want to do."

Song Shi raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at his pretending to be calm, and deliberately asked: "Then tell me about Miss Huang, you and her..."

Before Song Shiwei could finish, Zhang Wu stood up quickly and said, "There is nothing going on between Miss Huang and me. We haven't even exchanged a few words. Master, please don't talk nonsense."

"I haven't said anything yet, why are you so nervous? Or do you really have other thoughts about Miss Huang?"

Knowing that Zhuzi would see through him, Zhang Wu did not deny it. He sat down in self-abandonment, his face flushed: "I, I just think Miss Huang is kind-hearted."

Song Shiwei nodded, agreeing: "Ms. Huang is indeed kind, and she is straightforward in her words and deeds. It is normal for you to like her. However, Zhang Wu, you are a man, and even if you like her, you must be careful not to let others seize the opportunity to spread rumors about Miss Huang."

Zhang Wu nodded seriously, his expression solemn: "Master, don't worry, I know that it is extremely difficult for everyone to survive now, so let nature take its course."

"Just understand it yourself."

Not long after dinner was ready, the people who went out hunting came back. They were lucky this time, and everyone was holding a pheasant or a hare in their hands. They didn't hunt any large wild animals, which was normal when they thought about it, as they didn't go deep into the mountains, where large wild animals usually live.

Just a few pheasants and rabbits were enough to make everyone happy. It was at least some income, better than sitting in the mountains and eating nothing.

After dinner, Song Shiwei asked Zhang Wu to continue roasting the dried meat, while he walked into the woods, patting his full stomach.

Perhaps it was due to a natural disaster, there was no sound of insects chirping in the forest, only the breeze rustling the trees.

Song Shiwei stopped walking forward, crossed his arms over his chest, turned around and looked ahead: "You've been following me for so long, why don't you plan to come out?"

"Hey, little brother Song, your hearing is really excellent. I deliberately lowered my footsteps, but you could still hear them. I admire you," Shen Yan jumped out from behind a tree and bowed to her with a smile.

Song Shiwei looked helpless: "Why are you following me?"

"Xiaoxiaoshi."

Song Shi curled his lips slightly, looking at him as if he didn't know what he was thinking, and simply waved his hand: "I'm not going hunting, I just came in to take a look."

Shen Yan paused and smiled again, "It's okay, I'll take a walk with you."

"Then take a leisurely walk. I'm going back now," Song Shiwei said and strode away.

Shen Yan: (O_O)

Song Shiwei walked forward for a distance, then fled into the tent, with a smile on his face but MMP in his heart.

This young man Shen Yan really likes to get close to me, and probably wants to find out who I am.

Not to mention how Song Shiwei shook his head and sighed in his tent, Shen Yan also went back after Song Shiwei left. As soon as he walked to the front of the tent, he met Xie An. The two looked at each other and walked aside tacitly.

"A bad start?"

Shen Yan put his hands behind his back, standing still: "You guessed it right, people with the surname Song are really hard to approach."

Xie An suddenly laughed out loud: "Why are you so curious about him?"

Shen Yan shrugged: "I can't help it, people are like this, the more mysterious they are, the more they want to explore. I'm just curious, what kind of family can cultivate such an outstanding person."

"But you just can't get anyone to say anything," Xie An stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Shen, don't go against the grain. If you keep getting close to Brother Song, everyone will misunderstand you."

Meeting Xie An's teasing eyes, Shen Yan immediately glared: "I like girls!"

Shen Yan thought carefully about his behavior and didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. However, he still secretly reminded himself to be more careful in his heart, so as not to be misunderstood as Hao Longyang in the future.

After Shen Yan followed him, Song Shiwei did not go out until night fell. He took a shower in the space, added ice cubes to the bathtub, and then went to Zhang Wu's tent to add two more cubes. He did not care when he came back to sleep and turned back to his own tent.

Before falling asleep, Song Shiwei was still dazedly thinking that it would be great if this world had spiritual energy. In this way, he could set up a formation directly outside the tent, and he wouldn't have to worry about being disturbed every time he entered the space. He could just sleep in the space. How nice!

Those who went out to look for water returned disappointed. As the night deepened, everyone could only go to sleep with regret and anxiety.

At the beginning of the morning hour on the second day, Huang Changyuan knocked on the big iron pot on time. He waited until he was sure that everyone had woken up before returning the pot to the old woman, which earned him an angry look.

Song Shiwei also woke up from the village chief's series of deadly shouts. He opened the tent and went out to meet Zhang Wu, then went back into the tent and slipped into the space.

The ice I put before going to bed only lasted for more than three hours. When I woke up, I felt sticky all over, but I endured the discomfort and went out.

After entering the space, Song Shiwei took a quick bath. If time allowed, he would have washed his long hair thoroughly. He felt that his head had become heavier after not washing it for two days.

Because they set out early, everyone had dry food for breakfast. If someone wanted to eat something hot, they had to get up earlier than others, cook some porridge or hot water, and eat it with the dry food.

Huang Changyuan still arranged Chen Qiang and others to lead the way. They had to go deep into the mountains next. The officials were also afraid of accidents, so they simply arranged Xie An and three officials to explore the way.

After packing up his bags and setting off, Xie An followed several officials and hunters from Dahe Village. Song Shiwei spotted Shen Qianxue among them. Although she was dressed as a man, Song Shiwei still recognized her at a glance.

After recognizing Shen Qianxue, Song Shiwei felt much happier. He turned to Zhang Wu and said, "It looks like we can have a surprise today."

Zhang Wu was puzzled: "What is the master talking about?"

Song Shiwei did not give him an answer. He felt as if he was the only one sober while everyone else was intoxicated.

Shen Qianxue was killed by a time-traveling woman in her previous life. The official Time and Space Bureau gave her a chance to be reborn and a golden finger. As the heroine of the world in the book, her luck is naturally extraordinary. With her in the team looking for water, they will definitely find it. However, such a thing cannot be said out loud, so she can only remind him tactfully, and it depends on whether Zhang Wu can understand it.

But this guy's mind is occupied with work and orioles. He probably doesn't have the brains to understand.

Sure enough, after walking deeper for two hours, they saw Xie An and others coming back with smiles on their faces. When they heard them say that they had found a water source that had not yet dried up, the whole team was in an uproar.