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

As soon as Huang Changyuan finished speaking, Liu Daming jumped out from the crowd, carrying the meat on his shoulder in one hand and holding the deer blood in the other, and ran towards Song Shiwei with a smile.

Huang Changyuan and Liu Dong were at a loss whether to laugh or cry when they saw this.

After distributing the wild game, Huang Changyuan took the meat he had obtained home. Just as he told his wife to pickle it, Xu Jingren came looking for him.

"Doctor Xu, were the deer bones that were sent over before not handled properly?"

Huang Changyuan had heard Master Xu Shihe and his apprentice mention before that both deer blood and deer bones had useful value, so this time Huang Changyuan had someone shave the meat off the whole deer bones and gave it to them.

"The village chief is very thoughtful. The deer bones were handled very cleanly, saving me a lot of trouble. I'll make some medicinal wine and send some to you. Drinking it occasionally is good for your health."

Huang Changyuan's smile deepened: "Then I would like to thank Doctor Xu in advance."

After he finished speaking, Huang Changyuan saw that the other party seemed to be hesitant to speak, so he took the initiative to ask: "Doctor Xu, do you have any difficulties? You might as well tell us, and we can think of a solution together."

Xu Jingren then asked, "I came here this time to ask the village chief something. I wonder how Luxuegui Village handled it?"

Huang Changyuan understood what he said, and stroked his beard and said with a smile: "How can we deal with deer blood? We gave it to Xiao Song. After all, Xiao Song made great efforts in this hunting. It's just some deer blood, which is what he deserves."

Huang Changyuan looked at Xu Jingren and said, "I heard that Xiao Song also knows some pharmacology. I'm sure he will be able to handle it. Doctor Xu, don't worry."

Xu Jingren originally wanted to take the deer blood back to deal with it, but when he heard that all the deer blood was given to Mr. Song, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

Huang Changyuan's matter-of-fact answer indeed blocked Xu Jingren's next words.

After sending the person away, Huang Changyuan stroked his beard with a gleam in his eyes.

When Luo Hongmei came out and saw his expression, she immediately asked, "What does Doctor Xu want to talk to you about? Did you solve the problem? It's so hard for our team to have a doctor, and Doctor Xu is very skilled. If there is really something wrong, you have to take it to heart."

Huang Changyuan waved his hand: "Don't worry, I know what's going on. Doctor Xu wants some deer blood. I know that deer blood can be used to make something very valuable."

"Then just give it to him. We don't know how to make it anyway, so we might as well give it to Doctor Xu and make it into medicine."

Huang Changyuan glanced at his wife and said, "Xiao Song also wants the deer blood. Who do you think I should give it to?"

Luo Hongmei said without thinking: "Of course it's for Xiao Song. Don't say that Doctor Xu said it later, even if he said it before Xiao Song, the deer blood is also Xiao Song's. Let's not say that the old succulent was brought back by Xiao Song and everyone else. Our village owes Xiao Song several lives. We can't be ungrateful. Old Huang, please send the deer blood to Xiao Song quickly. I'm afraid that Doctor Xu will come to ask for it again, and it will be difficult for you."

Huang Changyuan knew that his wife was on the same page with him, so he smiled and pointed at her: "You, you, don't worry, the deer blood has been sent to Xiao Song. With what I just said, I'm sure Doctor Xu won't ask Xiao Song for it."

"That's good. I think Xiao Song really likes our dried pickles. I'll ask Haizi to bring him some later. He can stir-fry them with meat and it will be delicious."

Huang Ping just happened to come back dragging firewood at this time. Upon hearing his mother's words, he hurriedly took out the dried pickles from his bag, packed half of them and gave them to Song Shiwei.

Luo Hongmei opened her mouth to speak but was stunned for a long time as she watched her son take the things and leave.

Huang Changyuan laughed at the side: "You don't need to say anything now."

Luo Hongmei rolled her eyes and muttered something.

As for Song Shiwei, he first accepted the meat and deer blood sent by Liu Daming, and went back to the tent to prepare to enter the space to process the deer blood. Then Huang Ping came over with some pickled vegetables. The quantity was quite large, and Zhang Wu didn't know whether to accept it or not, so he had to call Song Shiwei.

Huang Ping smiled with his honest face: "It's not a rare thing, it's just the pickled vegetables that we made in previous years. My mother said that it tastes very good when fried with meat, so she asked me to bring some for Brother Song to try."

Being called "Big Brother" by Huang Ping, whose son is five years older than him, Song Shiwei twitched his lips: "Brother Huang Ping, you don't have to follow Huang Hai and the others in calling me that. I'm much younger than you. Just call me Xiao Song."

"No, my father calls you Xiao Song. If I call you that again, he will beat me with a stick. I think it's fine to call you Big Brother. Anyway, you are awesome." Huang Ping stuffed the pickled vegetables into Song Shiwei's hand and said, "I have to go out to get firewood. I'll leave first."

"Brother Huang Ping, wait a moment." Song Shiwei went to the carriage and took out an oil-paper bag, and imitated Huang Ping and stuffed it into his hands: "I bought some snacks in the city before, they tasted pretty good, you can take them back to sweeten the children's mouths."

"No, no, no, I can't accept this..." Huang Ping hadn't finished his words when he saw Song Shiwei walk into the tent without looking back, and immediately looked at Zhang Wu at a loss.

"Brother Huang Ping, why are you looking at me? I have no say over what my master gave me. Just accept it. I bought a lot of it for my master in the city. If you don't finish it, it will go bad."

Huang Ping had no choice but to accept the gift, carefully put it in his arms, and smiled shyly at Zhang Wu: "Then thank Brother Song for me, I'll go back first."

After Huang Ping left, Zhang Wu turned to look at Song Shiwei and said, "Master, do you want me to pickle those people?"

Song Shiwei's eyes fell on Zhang Wu's injured hand. "Your hand is injured. I'm afraid it won't feel good if it touches salt. Cut a pound of meat later. Take the roe deer meat and salt to the aunt in the village to help pickle it. As for the remaining venison, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."

"Okay, I'll go right away.

Song Shiwei had too much wild boar meat, so he only ordered venison and roe deer meat. He stored the venison in the space while it was fresh, and pickled the roe deer meat to make jerky, which would help Zhang Wu satisfy his craving on the road.

Zhang Wu took the meat and salt to ask the village aunt for help in marinating the meat. He was seen by Huang Ying who was passing by. She immediately said that she was not busy and could help, but she would not accept any payment. After some decline, Zhang Wu found that Huang Ying was a talkative woman, so he had to take the marinated meat back and prepare to cook it in the evening.

After solving the problem of pickling the meat, the villagers also started to prepare the big pot of meat for lunch. The internal organs were cleaned very well by the villagers, and wild ginger was added. The fishy smell was not too strong. The aroma of meat wafted through the cave, and the children were so greedy that they didn't go anywhere and just stood in front of the big pot, swallowing their saliva.

The women were so amused that they just asked them to watch the fire.

There was some meat left after the village distributed it this time. Huang Changyuan discussed with the villagers and gave the remaining wild boar meat to the officials. He did not charge them any money. After all, there were quite a few people there and the amount of wild boar meat was not much.

Because Huang Ping had specially invited him, Zhang Wu did not light a fire to cook at noon. When Huang Ping came to call him, he followed Song Shiwei and took the bowls and chopsticks.

The woman in charge of cooking smiled as soon as she saw Song Shiwei, and enthusiastically scooped a large bowl of bones full of meat for Song Shiwei. She also reminded Song Shiwei to eat more and ask for more if it was not enough.

With the enthusiasm of an aunt, Song Shiwei walked over to Zhang Wu with the bowl and sat down.

Huang Changyuan also called the officials and the Shen and Xie families. When they came over, they saw that only Song Shiwei's seat was empty, and the other seats were occupied by the villagers. After beating the internal organs and bones, they could only go to Song Shiwei's seat and sit down.