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

The place where they stayed was bustling with activity, and Liu Daming and his companions who had sneaked out to hunt also came back at this time.

Most of the things in the hands of the few people were small animals such as pheasants and rabbits. They didn't catch any larger wild animals, but everyone had something in their hands, so the trip was worthwhile.

As soon as Liu Daming came back, he met Liu Dong who was holding a thick stick. His smile disappeared immediately. He quickly stuffed the pheasant in his hand into Zhang Wu's arms and ran away before anyone could react.

"Stop right there, you little bastard," Liu Dong roared and chased after Liu Daming with a stick.

Huang Hai and others watched with great joy as they watched Liu Daming run around with his head in his hands after being beaten by Liu Dong.

Six pheasants and five rabbits were considered a rich harvest at a time when food was scarce.

Zhang Wu knew that Song Shiwei liked to eat wild rabbits, so he exchanged the pheasant he had with Huang Hai for the wild rabbit. Together with the one he had originally obtained, he harvested two wild rabbits this time, just in time to roast them for his master in the evening.

After they came back, they learned that everyone else had also made a great harvest, including chestnuts and yams. Now everyone had a beaming look on their face.

The women sorted out their gains, the men chopped trees and collected firewood, and Xu Shihe and his disciples, accompanied by idle villagers, went to the nearby forest to look for medicinal herbs.

Probably, the master and the disciple were the only ones who were truly happy as they hurried into the mountains. After all, precious medicinal herbs were found only in the mountains. They collected a lot of herbs that were rarely seen in previous years just in the vicinity. They picked them hurriedly, and even the villagers nearby were reluctant to help, for fear that the herbs would be ruined.

After Zhang Wu came back, Song Shiwei handed a bunch of things to him to deal with, and he became a hands-off boss, wandering into the woods with his hands behind his back.

When passing by Master Xu Jingren and his apprentice, Song Shiwei heard them spreading herbal knowledge to the villagers nearby and teaching them how to recognize herbs. Song Shiwei stood aside and listened, nodding his head continuously as he continued to walk into the woods.

There was no need to worry as there was no one around. Song Shiwei teleported all the way to the deepest part. After about ten times, he teleported to the edge of a cliff with an altitude of about five or six hundred meters. He saw several ginseng plants on the shady slope. Song Shiwei took a look at the ginseng leaves and was sure that these ginseng plants were quite old. Without thinking, he took out a shovel from the space and began to slowly dig along the surrounding soil.

As time passed, Song Shiwei's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which gradually gathered into one place and slowly flowed down from his temples.

When Song Shiwei dug out the two ginsengs completely, he found that their roots were huge and their forked tendrils looked like human limbs. According to his previous experience in completing tasks, these two ginsengs were respectively 500 and 800 years old. As for the ones next to them, they should be no more than a hundred years old and there was no need to pick them.

Song Shiwei flashed into the space, brought the ginseng to the planting area, and specially cleared a corner to plant it. After watering it with some spiritual spring water, he also fed the chickens, ducks, rabbits and other poultry in the space.

In order to avoid feeding every day, Song Shiwei would just put a pile of feed next to the fence. When the ones below had finished eating, the ones above would naturally fall down, so there was no need to feed them all the time.

However, it must be said that the reproduction of these poultry is quite amazing, especially the rabbits, the number of which has increased by more than a dozen now. Moreover, these poultry often drink spiritual spring water, so the meat is very tender and not dry at all.

After finishing the work in the space, Song Shiwei took a shower in it, changed into clean clothes, and felt refreshed.

This trip here was worthwhile, Song Shiwei continued to teleport back in the direction he came from.

When he returned, the villagers had already boiled the yam and dried it in the sun, waiting to be ground into powder after drying. Zhang Wu was not good at this kind of chores, so he was standing in front of the tent, watching Huang Ying working and carefully writing down what she said.

When Song Shiwei arrived, he did not attract the attention of the two people, nor did he have any intention of greeting them. He went straight into the tent, took out the ice very skillfully, and put the drinks on it. After a while, the heat in the tent dissipated, and a cool breeze hit his face. Song Shiwei let out a satisfied sigh, lay on the quilt with his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly and deeply.

With food to replenish this time, everyone was not so worried when they set off on their journey again.

The group traveled in the mountains for several days. During this time, Xu Jingren led the villagers to find many medicinal herbs. Whenever they stopped to rest, he taught everyone how to prepare the medicinal herbs.

The villagers knew that medicinal herbs were good things. Not only could they be kept for treating illnesses, but they could also be sold for money in the future. They were very excited when picking herbs.

When they saw large patches of herbs, Song Shiwei and Zhang Wu picked quite a few of them and were completely infected by everyone's enthusiasm.

After walking for five days, the people who went to explore the way ahead excitedly brought back good news. They saw a town at the foot of the mountain on a small slope five miles ahead.

When the news came out, everyone was excited.

"Okay, okay, you've worked hard. Now that we've seen the place, it means we haven't taken the wrong path these days. Let's walk a little further while it's still early. Everyone should hold on a little longer. It will be fine once we get down the mountain."

Huang Changyuan's words expressed what everyone was thinking. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone responded and continued on their way, trying to get down the mountain by noon so that they could go shopping in the afternoon.

In short, everyone consciously sped up their pace from then on, and even the livestock in the team were affected by people's emotions and cooperated with everyone to move forward.

Seeing hope ahead, everyone finally went down the mountain and arrived at the town - Qitian Town - at noon.

Song Shiwei thought of the map in the official's hand and glanced at the town sign: "We are not far from the north."

Zhang Wu led the horse and walked beside Song Shiwei. Hearing this, he asked, "Master, do you know how far it is?"

"It's still two hundred miles to Xingren Prefecture. After Xingren Prefecture, we'll reach Zhending Prefecture in the north after another hundred miles. That's our destination."

Zhang Wu felt much more relaxed after hearing this, with a hint of a smile on his face: "That's great, we finally don't have to rush when we get to the north."

Song Shiwei glanced at him and said, "Compared to other people, have you and I had a hard time since we left Beijing? Don't be ungrateful for what you have."

Without waiting for Zhang Wu to answer, Song Shiwei continued, "We have been traveling in the mountains all this time, and we rarely meet other people. We don't know what the situation is outside now. The disaster victims who went to the capital before should have known it a long time ago. The capital is not as good as they thought. I guess we have to be on guard against those people on the road ahead."

"We are walking slowly in the mountains, so we can't catch up with those who take the official road. Maybe there are many people ahead of us now."

The two looked at each other and saw trouble in each other's eyes.

"If you meet a lot of people on the road later, remember to follow me closely," Song Shiwei said and walked towards the villagers.

There were many disaster victims living outside Qitian Town. Huang Changyuan called Liu Dong, a villager who looked honest but was actually shrewd, to inquire about the situation. Then he led a group of people to such a location and stopped to discuss entering the town.

Liu Dong quickly got the news and ran back, not even bothering to wipe the sweat off his forehead as he said, "Village chief, we are so lucky. This Qitian Town is better managed than the previous prefectural city. Don't look at the large number of disaster victims outside, that's because there are people in the town who come out to distribute porridge every day. The situation in the town is also much better than other places. As long as you have silver, you can buy water, but you still need to pay to enter the city, 300 coins per person."