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

On the way back, no one came back empty-handed except Song Shiwei, who also hunted ten pheasants. Liu Daming, as expected of someone who was brought up by his father, an old hunter, found several nests of rabbits on the way, adding thirty more hares at once. He still didn't let Song Shiwei do anything, but directly strung the pheasants and rabbits together with vines and hung them on his shoulders or waist.

Everyone praised Liu Daming for his sharp eyes, and they were so happy that he started bragging about his glorious deeds in the village in the past.

The smile on Song Shiwei's face never disappeared on the way back. Although no one went hunting and no one was collecting things in the space, he was inexplicably in a good mood.

Before the group entered the cave, they were seen by villagers who were chopping wood outside the cave. Someone immediately ran into the cave to tell everyone the good news.

When the group carried the wild animals to the entrance of the cave, Huang Changyuan led the villagers to greet them in a mighty manner, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the wild animals.

The men carrying the wild animals could not help but straighten their backs and let everyone watch the fun. Among them, Liu Daming had the straightest back and his mouth corners were almost grinning to his ears.

Huang Changyuan walked up to Song Shiwei and said, "Xiao Song, thank you for your hard work. I hope these guys didn't cause you any trouble. If they don't obey, tell me and I'll break their legs."

Song Shiwei, who barely put in any effort: ...

Huang Hai: ...

Song Shiwei smiled and shook his head: "No, they are all very good. Most of these wild animals were hunted by them."

"That's what they should do," Huang Changyuan said to the others with a smile, "You've worked hard. Everyone, help us move these to the underground river and dispose of them as soon as possible."

The people following Huang Changyuan hurriedly stepped forward to take the wild animals from Huang Hai and others. After Liu Dong and others dispersed, they walked to Liu Daming with smiles on their faces.

"You're not bad, little brat. You didn't embarrass me, your father."

Liu Daming raised his head and chest with a proud look on his face. "Of course, you taught me how to do this. The roe deer and the litter of hares were brought back by your son, me. I'll give you some extra meat at noon."

Liu Dong laughed and raised his hand to pat Liu Daming's shoulder heavily.

Seeing that Huang Changyuan had taken over, Song Shiwei no longer cared about the wild animals and walked straight to the corner.

Zhang Wu boiled a pot of water, which was fetched by the villagers. Seeing Song Shiwei coming back, he hurried forward and said, "Master, you have made a great harvest today. I think the village chief is so happy that he can hardly see."

"Liu Daming and his team hunted almost all of them. I just watched from the side."

Zhang Wu had hunted with Liu Daming and Huang Hai many times before, so he knew their ways very well. Hearing this, he smiled and nodded, "They are all from the same village, so they have a good understanding. Master, do you want to wash up? I boiled some hot water, and it was Brother Li Gui who fetched it."

"Wash your face. The village chief should come over to talk about the distribution of wild animals. If I'm not here, remember to ask him to leave some deer blood for me."

Zhang Wu nodded to show that he understood, then took out a basin from the car, poured hot water in it and handed it to Song Shiwei to wash her face.

"I can do it myself. Your hand is injured, so try not to use too much force."

Zhang Wu's smile widened: "It's just pouring water, it's not a problem, I will do my best, master, don't worry."

Song Shiwei shrugged without saying anything else. He washed his face quickly and then went into the tent. While Huang Changyuan was still arranging things, he quickly went into the space to take a shower.

As Song Shiwei expected, Huang Changyuan came over immediately after arranging the wild animals. At that time, Song Shiwei was still taking a shower in the space.

Zhang Wu walked to Song Shiwei's tent and called out, but got no response. Thinking that his master might have fallen asleep, he turned to Huang Changyuan and said, "My master might have fallen asleep. The village chief must be here to talk about wild animals."

Huang Changyuan nodded with a smile on his face, "I did talk to Xiao Song about wild game. Although the current village rule is that if a big game is hunted, the village will make unified arrangements, but after all, your young master has Dali with him. Without him, Daming and the others would not dare to go so far to hunt.

So I thought that the game Xiao Song hunted should be his own. We will give it to you after we have processed it. As for the pheasants and rabbits, there are quite a few of them. I plan to give one to each household. After the other game is processed, we will divide the meat and cook a big pot of meat. You and Xiao Song don't have to cook for lunch."

Zhang Wu could make the decision on what Huang Changyuan said. Based on his master's attitude towards the villagers, it was obvious that he would not agree with the village chief's proposal, so Zhang Wu immediately shook his head.

"Village chief, we don't need to divide so much, just follow the village rules, and don't be polite to us, unless you treat me and my son as outsiders."

Huang Changyuan immediately blew his beard and glared, with his hands on his hips: "When did I treat you as outsiders! You are so rude, kid."

Zhang Wu covered his mouth and coughed twice: "Then you just have to follow the village rules. If you really bring all the game that my young master hunted, we won't be able to eat them all. Oh, by the way, Village Chief, my young master wants deer blood."

What he said made a lot of sense. Huang Changyuan did not insist and just said that if the whole deer was not enough, he would have to give more meat to the two of them and keep the blood for Song Shiwei.

As soon as Huang Changyuan left, Song Shiwei came out of the tent, her hair still dripping with wetness.

Zhang Wu took a look and told him what had just happened with Huang Changyuan. As for the rest, he pretended to be blind.

Song Shiwei didn't know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this: "The village chief is really afraid that we will suffer a loss."

Zhang Wu couldn't help laughing: "I see the village chief is eager for me to agree, but he doesn't think about how much salt is needed for so much meat. In this weather, if the salt is not used enough in a few days, it will go bad. There are only two of us, how long will it take to eat it?"

It would be fine if the master went out hunting alone and got the wild animals, and the master could put them away by himself.

Now Zhang Wu is quite sure that his master must have something that can be stored safely. He guessed it was the storage bag that only gods have as storytellers said. Otherwise, there are too many things that cannot be explained.

But even though he guessed all this, Zhang Wu didn't think of asking his master. He even had to cover his mouth with a cloth when he slept at night to prevent himself from talking in his sleep. Zhang Wu trembled at the mere thought of it.

Seeing this, Song Shiwei was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Zhang Wu shook his head repeatedly: "It's okay, I just suddenly thought of something."

The villagers on the other side of the underground river had already processed the wild animals. All the meat had been cut off from the roe deer, wild boars and deer. The internal organs and bones were sorted and placed aside. At noon, they were used to cook a big pot of meat. The other women were picking wild onions and wild ginger near the cave, as these things were most abundant in the mountains.

Everyone worked together to move the wild animals back to the cave. Huang Changyuan first distributed 30 kilograms of meat to the people who went out hunting. After the people took the meat away, he distributed it equally according to the family. As for pheasants and rabbits, each household got one.

"Dongzi, did you save the deer blood for Xiao Song?"

Liu Dong handed the small jar in his arms to Huang Changyuan and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Village Chief, we have packed it up."

Huang Changyuan nodded with satisfaction: "That's good. I have the most confidence in you to do the job. I will send the deer blood and meat to Xiao Song and the others later."

"Dele."