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

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Xie Wenying did not close his eyes until his death. His eyes were wide open, and when he fell to the ground, he was facing the direction of Xie Song.

Xie Song was so frightened by the look that he stepped back repeatedly and fell to the ground.

Song Shi killed a person without blinking an eye, and slowly wiped the blood off the sword with Xie Wenying's clothes, as if the blood was very dirty.

After wiping the sword clean, facing the gazes of the crowd, Song Shiwei walked to Zhang Wu without changing his expression, stood still and glanced at everyone present one by one, and said calmly: "If anyone does this again, Xie Wenying will end up like this."

"Ah... Wenying, my son," Wang Yu rushed to Xie Wenying, hugged her and cried bitterly.

Song Shiwei ignored Wang Yu's wailing. After seeing that Zhang Wu had bandaged the wound, he turned to look at the Xie family.

Xie Hong's face was heavy, but he didn't say a word.

Xie An met Song Shiwei's gaze, bowed to him to express his apology, and did not pursue the death of Xie Wenying.

Even the police officers didn't say much. Xie Wenying was not even as important as the wolf corpse on the ground.

Probably except for Wang Yu, everyone else was indifferent, especially the villagers, who acted as if nothing had happened. After the wolves left, Huang Changyuan had people drag the wolf carcasses into the cave for disposal, and they never even looked at the dead Xie Wenying from beginning to end.

Everyone returned to the cave, leaving only the second branch of the Xie family outside.

Song Shiwei walked outside the tent and sat down without saying a word, his face gloomy.

Zhang Wu and Liu Daming thanked him and came over. They knelt on one knee in front of Song Shiwei and said solemnly, "Master, I was careless and didn't pay attention to my back. I know I was wrong. Please punish me."

Liu Daming, who was watching the two of them not far away, immediately wanted to go over, but was stopped by Huang Changyuan.

Huang Changyuan didn't say anything, just shook his head at Liu Daming.

Liu Daming pursed his lips, glanced outside the cave and whispered, "It's not Brother Zhang's fault. No one expected that Xie Wenying would run behind us and hide. Brother Zhang not only wanted to kill the wolf in front of him, but also had to take care of us. How could he pay attention to what was behind him?"

"No matter what, that's a matter between Xiao Song and him. We have no right to plead for mercy. Besides, Xiao Song is not the kind of arbitrary person. If you go there rashly, how do you want Xiao Zhang to deal with it?"

Liu Daming was in a low mood, with worry in his eyes.

Huang Changyuan patted his shoulder and said, "Go and deal with the wolf carcasses. Xiao Zhang has killed so many wolves and now his hand is injured. Go and help him deal with it. Ask your uncle Chen to get the furs."

"I'll go right away and take care of the wolf that Brother Song killed as well."

Not only Liu Daming was worried that Zhang Wu would be severely punished by Song Shiwei, other people in the village also had the same concern. However, most of them were steady people and did not rashly plead for Zhang Wu. After all, Zhang Wu was Song Shiwei's subordinate, and how to deal with him was Song Shiwei's business, and others should not say too much.

After Zhang Wu knelt down and admitted his fault, Song Shiwei was silent at first, and then slowly spoke: "I don't keep fools around me. After your injury heals, you will swing your sword two thousand times a day. If you do it again in the future, you don't have to follow me."

Zhang Wu lowered his head: "Yes."

In this fight against the wolves, both the villagers and the officials suffered casualties to varying degrees.

Five officers were injured and two died, more than a dozen villagers were injured and five died. Even Xie An, who had been on the battlefield, and Shen Yan, who had been exercising for many years, suffered some injuries. However, compared with the casualties of others, their injuries were much lighter.

The atmosphere in the cave was bleak, and it was even more depressing in the home where someone had died.

Master Xu Shihe and his disciple were very busy. Fortunately, during the two days of rest in the cave, Xue Jingren and his people collected a lot of medicine from the surrounding area. Now there was no chance to dry and prepare it, so they could only crush it and apply it directly on the wound.

All the injured were gathered in one place to facilitate the two doctors' treatment and observation. Huang Changyuan also asked the women in the village to boil more than a dozen pots of water, and had the dead placed in another place. After the injured were arranged, he led the villagers to stand in front of the dead and observe a moment of silence.

"They are all heroes to all of us. They died with honor. They left to protect us. We must all remember this. We must also take good care of their families," Huang Changyuan turned aside and wiped his eyes, patted one of the children, and said solemnly, "The dead cannot be resurrected. You must mourn. If your family needs you in the future, just come to me."

The child was twelve or thirteen years old and had already understood the meaning of life and death. He nodded with red eyes and said, "My father was trying to protect me, my mother, and my brother. When my father is gone, I will protect my mother and my brother."

"Okay, you will be a man from now on. You must take good care of your mother and brother. But you are still young now, and there are many things you cannot do alone. If you need help, just ask the uncles and aunts in the village."

The child nodded heavily.

There are many wild animals in the mountains, and if the dead are buried, everyone is worried that the wild animals will dig them out. Therefore, after discussing with their families, they decided to cremate them, and then the ashes can be kept by the family.

This time, there was no need for Huang Changyuan to make any arrangements. The men in the village went out together, dragging bundles of firewood back from the vicinity of the cave. Finally, they built several piles of firewood outside the cave and each person put a pile of firewood on it to light them.

The firelight shone on everyone's face, and the warmth came towards them with a heavy and sad atmosphere.

Song Shiwei stood at the entrance of the cave, staring at the flames rising into the sky outside. He stood there silently for a long time, until the flames gradually dimmed before turning back.

Zhang Wu stepped forward and felt for no reason that his master seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment.

Song Shiwei sat down without saying a word. After a long while, he spoke: "There is medicine in the carriage. Take it to the village chief. Remember, it is only for villagers."

"Yes, my subordinate will go right away."

The medicine for wounds was put in there by Song Shiwei after he came back. There were too many injured people in the village, and the medicine Xu Jingren collected in the past two days must not be enough. The injured officials and the Shen and Xie families could all use the medicine collected by Xu Jingren. Song Shiwei was not generous to those people.

When the people outside came back, it was already very late at night. Huang Changyuan accepted the medicine sent by Zhang Wu and hurriedly delivered it to Xu Shihe personally. To Xu Shihe's surprise, he explained that the medicine was only for villagers. When asked why, the village chief did not tell Song Shiwei what he had said, but only said that the villagers bought it from Song Shiwei.

Xu Shihe had no choice. After all, the medicine was brought by Huang Changyuan. He gave it to whoever he wanted. As for others, it was not impossible to use fresh herbs, but the efficacy might not be as good as the prepared medicine.

Huang Changyuan told his family and the families of the injured about this matter, as he did not want them to forget Song Shiwei's kindness.

After the injured person's family learned about this, they sent Song Shiwei firewood, dried vegetables, eggs, etc. as a token of their gratitude.

The Xie family was also bustling at this time. Wang Yu was almost going crazy because of Xie Wenying's death. She did not blame the powerful Song Shiwei, but only blamed her son Xie Song. She thought that if Xie Song had not pushed Xie Wenying out, Xie Wenying would not have pounced on Zhang Wu, and would not have been killed by Song Shiwei.

All the mistakes were Xie Song's fault. Wang Yu was in the tent, pointing at Xie Song and cursing him, and Xie Cheng couldn't stop him.