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

It was not until the wontons were served and steam was rising that Song Shiwei finally reacted. He turned around and looked at Zhang Wu expressionlessly: "What do you think of eating wontons in this weather?"

Zhang Wu was sweating profusely at the moment, and he shrunk his neck as if he had done something wrong. He smiled at Song Shiwei ingratiatingly, "Master, try it. Since you are here, I heard from others that it tastes good when I returned to the inn. Otherwise, think about it, why would a wonton stall be open in such a hot day?"

Song Shi glanced at him slightly.

However, the wontons still taste great, and the meat filling is not domestic pork but wild boar meat.

It is said that the further north you go, the more sparsely populated the area is, with deep mountains and old forests everywhere. Compared to domestic pigs which are difficult to raise, wild animal meat is easier to produce.

The two of them sat at the stall and ate without any image. Song Shiwei's forehead and nose were covered with fine beads of sweat. Before leaving, Song Shiwei asked the boss to buy ten uncooked wontons, which he put into the space as soon as he entered the room. He thought of finding some time to take out the flour and pork stored in the space and let Zhang Wu make dumplings and wontons. Eating a bite in such a cold day would warm his heart.

As time approached noon, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. The sun was scorching the earth, and most people stayed at home to escape the heat. Many wealthy families in the town even dug cellars at home, and the whole family went into the cellars to avoid the heat.

Neither of them left the inn during the afternoon. Zhang Wu practiced swordplay in the room, while Song Shiwei picked vegetables and fruits in the space, added poultry feed, and took an inventory of the existing supplies. They left the space at the end of the afternoon.

Not long after leaving the space, Zhang Wu came over and told Song Shiwei about the group of young men he met in the city on the street.

"It seems to me that they are also going to the North."

Song Shiwei showed no expression. Hearing this, he said directly, "Just go. That young man should not be an ordinary person in the North. As long as he does not hinder us, there is no need to pay too much attention to him, so as not to cause trouble."

Zhang Wu nodded: "Master, don't worry, they didn't find me."

"What are we having for dinner? How is the food at this inn?"

"The inn is not crowded. I think the food is OK, but the vegetables are rare and not fresh."

Song Shiwei immediately waved her hand and pointed at the vegetables on the round table: "Go borrow the kitchen later. Oh, and get some water by the way. You can make some wontons when you have nothing to do in the evening."

The wontons made with wild boar meat are delicious, but Song Shiwei still prefers the taste of domestic pigs, so he took out two kilograms of pork and a bag of flour from the space: "Just bring it here after you wrap it, I'll keep it."

Zhang Wu happened to have nothing to do that night, so he smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll pack it after dinner, and I promise to pack plenty for you."

After Zhang Wu finished speaking, he took the things on the table back to his room, then went downstairs to ask the shopkeeper to borrow the kitchen. In order not to delay the business of the inn, he booked it for half an hour. There was no one in the kitchen at that time, so there was no need to worry about anyone seeing the fresh vegetables. After they were done, he put them into lunch boxes.

After dinner, Zhang Wu went back to the room to make wontons. Song Shiwei did not enter the space again, but put ice cubes in the room, and then read the book of this dynasty in the room.

As for the storybook, it was Zhang Wu who brought it to him during dinner, and he said he bought it from the innkeeper.

At the beginning of the hour of Hai, Zhang Wu brought over a hundred wontons that he had wrapped. Song Shiwei put them directly into his space and asked the waiter to bring a bucket of water for Zhang Wu to wash.

At the beginning of the Chou hour, when everything is quiet, the person who was still sleeping the moment before slowly opens his eyes, shining brightly in the darkness.

At this moment, the door bolt moved. Song Shiwei immediately turned over and sat up, looking at the door with a calm look.

"I say, be quiet, don't wake anyone up," the man who was on the lookout got nervous when he saw the brothers trying to pry the door open making some loud noise.

The man who was trying to pry the door open was sweating profusely. He wiped his sweat and whispered, "Do you think I don't want to be quiet? This inn has been here for so many years. The wood has long been broken. The slightest movement can make a loud noise. This is the sound that was made even after I was extremely careful."

"Okay, okay, stop talking and open the door. I'm telling you, I saw the girl in this room at noon. She looked like someone who doesn't lack food and drink. We'll rob her of her money and then hehehe, I don't think she'll dare to yell."

At this moment, the door moved slightly, and the man who was prying the door open showed a look of joy on his face: "It's done, big brother, it's opened."

The two looked around, smiled, carefully opened the door, and walked into the room quietly.

The man in charge of prying the door recalled what his elder brother had said just now, and in the dark he grabbed his sleeve again: "Brother, let's make it clear first. You want money and I want women, so you can't go first."

The man who was called Big Brother was full of impatience, with a fierce look in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you go after the woman first, and I'll go after you're done. As for the money, I'll take the lion's share."

"Okay, okay, if that girl is really as beautiful as Big Brother said, I don't even need to take the money, hehe."

The two of them moved closer to the bed as they talked.

Song Shiwei sat on the beam with his head propped up, yawned lightly, and was in a very bad mood.

The moonlight shone in from the window, causing the quilt on the bed to bulge slightly. After seeing clearly, the two brothers smiled at each other, and the next moment they pounced on the bed.

Behind the two of them, Song Shiwei landed slowly without making any sound.

"Oh no, brother, this is a pillow."

'Puch——'

As soon as the man who pried the door open finished his words, he felt a heat on his face. He raised his hand and touched it, only to see that his palm was dark and had a fishy smell.

"Brother, brother, say something, what's wrong with you?" The man who was prying the door pulled his accomplice next to him and saw that he was lying on the bed motionless. As if he thought of something, the man suddenly stood up and ran towards the door.

As he ran to the door, hope flashed in the eyes of the man who was prying the door open. The smile on his face froze before it bloomed. He covered his neck with his eyes wide open, and wanted to turn around but fell down halfway.

Song Shiwei walked up to the man with a sword that was still dripping with blood, his face grim and his eyes full of impatience.

Zhang Wu walked silently to Song Shiwei, and without Song Shiwei saying anything, he hurriedly dragged the person who had already fallen silent in the room out. Then he quickly cleaned up the bloodstains in the room, and finally closed the door to deal with the two bodies.

Song Shiwei lay back on the bed, pinched her eyebrows and continued to sleep with her eyes closed.

Being woken up in the middle of the night, Song Shiwei looked very unhappy the next day, and he gave off an aura of "keep away from strangers". When checking out, even the innkeeper didn't dare to talk to him.

Zhang Wu pulled the carriage to the door, handed the meat buns he bought diagonally across the street to Song Shiwei with both hands, helped her get in the carriage, and drove the carriage away from the town.

After walking for only a cup of tea from the town, Zhang Wu stared ahead in amazement and tilted his head: "Master, the people we met in Xingren Mansion are ahead."

Song Shiwei lifted the curtain and looked forward. As expected, he saw the young man and his group of five. His face darkened instantly: "I don't know him, I didn't see him, speed up."