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

After another afternoon of traveling, everyone was tired, thirsty and hungry. In order to save food and water, many families had already started digging tree bark to mix with their meals. They only took a sip of water when they were really thirsty.

Many children in the village couldn't bear it, and their families couldn't bear it, so they only let them drink a small sip and wouldn't give them any more.

Even though Shen Qianxue had space, she did not replenish water without restraint. The space was so small, and most of the things inside were the property of the Shen and Xie families, as well as some clothes and food. She only prepared fifty barrels of water, which were stacked up together.

Shen Qianxue had never been into the mountains in her previous life, so she didn't know what the situation was like in the mountains. She had been using the water on the surface before, and only started using the water in the space today. However, she only gave it to her own family and the eldest branch of the Xie family. As for the second and third branches of the Xie family, Shen Qianxue simply skipped them.

Although there were dozens of buckets of water in the space, Shen Qianxue had set a limit on the amount. Each person could only drink a full water bag of water a day. No more than that would not last long. Fortunately, Xie An and the others had no objections. They also knew that water was the most important thing at the moment, so they subconsciously drank sparingly. However, they couldn't help feeling uncomfortable when they saw others who were about to run out of water.

Not to mention that they felt heartbroken, even Song Shiwei felt a little disappointed.

The sunlight quickly hid in the clouds, and the sky was scattered with yellow clouds.

The people who went out to explore the way to find water sources came back. Facing everyone's expectant eyes, Chen Qiang and a dozen people led by him shook their heads at the same time.

"I only found a suitable place to rest, but I still couldn't find water."

The light in everyone's eyes instantly went out, and they returned to their original numbness.

Huang Changyuan perked up when he saw this, pursed his dry lips, and said in a hoarse voice: "It doesn't matter if we haven't found it. We can still hold on for another day or two. Let's have more people go out tomorrow to look for it carefully. We have come this far, and I don't believe that God will not give us a way out."

After hearing Huang Changyuan's words, everyone finally reacted. Several of them echoed Huang Changyuan in cheering everyone up. Although the atmosphere was a bit heavy, fortunately no one said anything discouraging.

Everyone arrived at the resting place before dark. After walking all day in the heat wave, everyone collapsed on the ground, ready to rest for a while before setting up the tent.

If it were in the past, Huang Changyuan would have spoken to them long ago when he saw this, but today he couldn't bear it anymore. He sat on the ground, feeling weak all over and didn't want to get up.

Master Xu Shihe and his disciple were equally exhausted. They had always been very careful about their appearance, but now they leaned against a tree and gasped for breath without any image.

Xu Shihe took out a water bag from his arms, shook it and handed it to Xu Jingren: "Drink some water."

Seeing Xu Jingren waving his hand, Xu Shihe said helplessly: "If you don't drink water, something bad will happen to you. We are not at the end of our rope yet. Besides, if you fall down, what will I do as your teacher?"

Xu Jingren then took the water bag and took a sip, just wetting his lips. He then handed the water bag to Xu Shihe and watched him drink a sip of water before looking away.

Song Shiwei and Zhang Wu covered their faces for the entire afternoon, fearing that others would notice through their lips that they were not dehydrated. Their physical fitness was much better than that of the villagers, and at least they did not feel very tired yet.

After Zhang Wu set up the tent for Song Shiwei, he did not leave. Instead, he stood there with a conflicted look on his face.

Song Shiwei glanced at the villagers, then retracted his gaze and looked at Zhang Wu's face again: "When did you become so shy?"

Zhang Wu opened his mouth and hesitated for several times, but finally he mustered up the courage to say, "Master, I see that the village chief's family has not set up a tent. They must be too tired. I want to help them set up one."

"You can decide on such a small matter yourself. You don't need to ask for my opinion. You are my subordinate, not my slave."

Zhang Wu's eyes lit up visibly. He smiled foolishly at Song Shiwei, then turned and walked towards Huang Changyuan.

After Zhang Wu left, Song Shiwei glanced around, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and his eyes were filled with deep thought.

"Mr. Song? Mr. Song."

Song Shiwei came back to his senses immediately, turned around and saw Li Gui's wife standing behind his tent and waving at him. She looked very cautious, so he walked towards her with a puzzled look in his heart.

"Auntie called me for something?"

Li Gui's wife first looked around, and after making sure that no one was paying attention, she took out her hands from behind her back and handed the things in her hands forward.

Song Shiwei was stunned when he saw the bulging water bag in her hand.

"Mr. Song, take it quickly. We still have some water at home, but we can only use the water in this water bag. Mr. Song, please don't despise it."

Perhaps because she saw Song Shiwei confiscating it, Li Gui’s wife thought he was embarrassed, so she stuffed the water bag into his hand and ran away.

Song Shiwei stared at the water bag in a daze. The surface of the bag was still warm, and the heat went deep into his heart.

After bringing the water bag into the tent, Song Shiwei sat on the ground, put his slender hand on the water bag and touched it twice. It was not until someone came to look for it outside that Song Shiwei came back to his senses, carefully placed the water bag on the bedding, and then opened the tent and went out.

"Miss Huang, looking for me?"

Huang Ying was holding a basket of vegetables in her hand, and had the same expression as Li Gui's wife. She first looked around, and then mysteriously gestured to Song Shiwei to go into the woods.

Song Shiwei guessed something and waved his hand to stop him: "No need, just talk about it here."

Huang Ying looked anxious and lowered her voice: "Hey, Brother Song, just come with me. I really have something to tell you."

"I know, I guessed it, but I still say that, no need."

“You…” Huang Ying stamped her feet and said, “Not only my family, but also Uncle Dong and Uncle Qiang’s families. They knew I was coming to see you, so they asked me to bring you something.”

Song Shiwei still refused. Everyone knew that water was more important than life now, so how could he possibly collect water from the villagers?

Huang Ying tried to persuade the other party in every way, but the other party just didn't want it. Huang Ying was so anxious that she threw the basket into Song Shiwei's tent and ran away as if she was escaping, without even taking the basket.

Song Shiwei had no choice but to go into the tent. The cloth lid of the vegetable basket opened, revealing the five water bags inside. Song Shiwei immediately showed an expression of 'as expected'.

At this time, many families in the village came to Huang Changyuan because of water problems. They sat on the ground and discussed what to do if they still couldn't find water. Somehow, they talked about Song Shiwei. Many people suddenly remembered that if they were short of water at home, Song Shiwei might also be short of water. After all, they were two big guys and they must have used a lot of water. The water might have been cut off now.

The more the villagers thought about it, the more uncomfortable they felt. They hurriedly said a few words to Huang Changyuan and left. When they returned to their tent, they hurriedly called their wives to come over to see if they could spare some water to send to Song Shiwei.

So in the following time, Song Shiwei received nearly ten water bags one after another. When Zhang Wu came back and saw a pile of water bags on the bedding, he was a little confused.

Song Shiwei told him about the villagers coming to deliver water, and the two of them looked at the water bag on the bedding in silence.