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

No one is paying attention to the farce of the second branch of the Xie family now. After all, many people were injured in this wolf attack.

On the left side of the second room was Xie Hong’s family. At that time, the family was sitting in the tent without speaking. It was not until Shen Xian brought his children over that the two families broke the silence.

Shen Xian understood his friend's personality and knew that he was not feeling well at the moment, so he advised him, "Think positively. This matter is ultimately the fault of Xie Cheng and his family. A good daughter has become like that. I couldn't teach her well, and now I can't blame others for teaching her for me."

"Yes, Uncle Xie, although that man surnamed Song is cold and unkind, he is not the kind of person who kills innocent people. Xie Wenying almost killed Zhang Wu and lost her life this time. You don't have to be sad for that kind of person," Shen Yan frowned when he thought of the bad things Xie Wenying had done and just mentioned her name.

Xie Hong nodded with an unpleasant expression: "I know everything you said. Don't worry, I know the right and wrong. I won't embarrass Mr. Song. But this matter was done by my Xie family after all, and I am afraid that he will vent his anger on others."

Shen Xian and his son were indeed worried that Xie Hong would deal with the man named Song. If he was still General Xie of the Dali Dynasty, it would be easy for him to deal with Song Shiwei. But now he is an exile, and when facing Song Shiwei, who has an extraordinary background, the answer is obvious, and the two of them can't help but worry.

Shen Qianxue hadn't said a word since she came in. She just sat next to Xie An and listened quietly to the two families talking. She only spoke after the two families had finished talking.

"Uncle Xie, although I don't have much contact with Mr. Song, I have heard a lot about him from my brother Xie An and the people in the village. I think Mr. Song will not vent his anger on others. From what I know, he is the kind of person who clearly distinguishes between love and hate. If you treat him well, he will return the favor twice as much. If you provoke him, he will only blame the person involved. You don't have to worry too much. But if you still have concerns, you can let Xie An talk to Mr. Song in private."

Shen Qianxue's words did ease Xie Hong's worries. He nodded slightly and looked at Shen Qianxue lovingly: "Qianxue girl has grown up. Now she knows how to comfort her uncle."

Shen Qianxue smiled and said, "Since I was little, Uncle Xie has taught me so many things. Now that I can share the burden of the family, it is also what Qianxue should do."

"Okay, okay, Old Man Shen, you have raised your daughter well."

Shen Xian's brows were relaxed and he responded with a smile.

"Master Xie, are you in there?"

The people in the tent heard the noise outside and looked at each other.

Xie An stood up and said to the others, "From the sound of his voice, it should be Doctor Xu, Uncle Shen, Dad, I'll go out and take a look."

Xie An opened the tent and came out, and sure enough, he saw Xu Jingren standing outside the tent with a look of anxiety on his face.

"Doctor Xu, is there something wrong?"

Xu Jingren nodded: "The herbs we collected before were not enough, and the officials were very powerful, so the Xie family didn't have much left. Moreover, the herbs that had not been processed were not very effective. The officials and the injured in your family all had a slight fever. I'm worried that if this continues, it might not be good later."

Xie An frowned when he heard this: "But what medicine are you still missing? How about I take Doctor Xu out to look for some?"

Xu Jingren shook his head: "It's dark outside now. Even if we can go out, it's hard to find them. Their condition is not good, so we can't delay any longer."

Seeing Xie An's unhappy face, Xu Jingren said, "The villagers bought the medicine from Mr. Song. They didn't develop fever symptoms after taking the medicine. He should have more. I suggest Mr. Xie go ask Mr. Song."

Although the injured person in the Xie family now is Xie Qin from the third branch, but under the circumstances at that time, he did not hide but picked up a knife to protect his wife and daughter. Xie An looked at him with higher regard. What's more, the father and son from the second branch of the Shen family also needed medicine, so he couldn't just ignore it.

After seeing Xu Jingren off, Xie An returned to the tent and said something to Xie Hong and others, then went to find Song Shiwei.

Shen Qianxue was afraid that Xie An might not be able to explain himself clearly or might say something wrong, so she simply followed him.

Song Shiwei was called out of the tent by Zhang Wu, and happened to be face to face with Xie An and Shen Qianxue. Song Shiwei immediately raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

Shen Qianxue stopped Xie An from speaking, took a step forward, and smiled at Song Shiwei in a friendly manner: "Mr. Song, thank you for saving me before. Xie An and I came here specially to thank you. If it weren't for you and Mr. Zhang, we might all be injured."

"Miss Shen, you are too kind. We all fought against the wolves together. This is not just my achievement. You came here not just to thank me, right?"

Shen Qianxue bowed slightly to Song Shiwei and said, "Mr. Song is very smart. As expected, nothing can be hidden from him. During the fight against the wolf pack, people from our Shen family and Xie An were seriously injured. I heard that the village chief bought medicine from you. Xie An and I came here to thank you for saving us and to buy some medicine from you. If you have extra medicine, please sell some to us."

When Song Shiwei heard Shen Qianxue say that the village chief asked her to buy medicine, he was surprised at first but then understood. He wanted to laugh for a moment, but when he remembered that they were here, he suddenly stopped smiling and stared at the two people's sincere expressions.

Seeing Song Shiwei didn't say anything, Xie An felt anxious and said quickly, "Mr. Song, we, the Xie family, feel sorry for what Xie Wenying, the second branch of the Xie family, did before. Although my father said before that he would no longer care about the affairs of the two branches, she is still surnamed Xie after all. We, the family, regret her personal behavior very much."

Xie An took out a two hundred tael silver note from his sleeve and said, "Because of her, Master Zhang almost lost his life. Fortunately, Master Zhang was blessed by good fortune, but he still needs to take supplements after his injury. This silver is a small token of our Xie family's appreciation. I hope Master Zhang will accept it."

Song Shiwei looked at Xie An with a half-smile, then glanced at the banknote and smiled: "Zhangwu, Master Xie came to give you some money to express his condolences, why don't you accept it quickly, and take out the medicine in the carriage. Since the two of you are so sincere, Song is naturally willing to sell it to you."

Xie An and Shen Qianxue both breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you are willing to sell it, your family can be saved if you have the medicine.

Zhang Wu took the silver note from Xie An, silently went to the carriage and took out a small wooden box, then brought it to Xie An and opened it, revealing ten small porcelain bottles inside.

Song Shiwei pointed at the wooden box and said, "Master Xie has seen it too. I only have this much medicine left. How much do you want to buy?"

One porcelain bottle of medicine is enough for two or three people to apply externally, provided that there are not many wounds on their bodies and the wound surface is not large. According to the conditions of the injured from the Shen and Xie families, three bottles are enough, but there is still a long journey ahead, so we should prepare more just in case. Xie An calculated in his mind: "Xie is willing to buy six bottles, and I hope Mr. Song will give them some."

"Okay, Zhang Wu, get six bottles of medicine for Master Xie," Song Shiwei instructed Zhang Wu, then looked at Xie An, "I bought these medicines from Baishan Hall in the capital. Master Xie was once a Beijing resident, so he should know the name of Baishan Hall. Thirty taels of silver for one bottle of medicine is not too much, right?"

Xie An didn't dare to say anything too much, and nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course, it is indeed inconvenient for Mr. Song to carry the medicine all the way, so it is reasonable to charge more. Here are 200 taels of silver notes, and the extra 20 taels are for Mr. Song's hard work in carrying the medicine."

Song Shiwei felt no need to embarrass him as he was so considerate and sensible. He accepted the banknote and happily gave him the medicine.