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

After traveling for two hours, the person Huang Changyuan had sent to look for a place to rest came back and said that there was an old and abandoned inn two miles ahead. After discussing it, everyone decided to rest in the inn today.

When I arrived I realized that Chen Qiang's description of the place as shabby and dilapidated was too polite. The place was completely in tatters.

It was obvious that the inn had been abandoned for years. The roof beams had all collapsed, and the inn was overgrown with weeds that were as high as people's knees. There were many broken tiles on the ground, and the walls were full of cracks. It looked shaky and could collapse at any time.

Everyone turned to look at Chen Qiang with resentful eyes.

Chen Qiang coughed awkwardly and said dryly, "There is no place to repair further ahead. There is only one house here within five miles."

Huang Changyuan said with difficulty: "But this is too shabby, the roof has collapsed, how can we block out the sun?"

The others nodded.

Song Shiwei leaned against the carriage and couldn't help laughing. After laughing for a while, he waved to Zhang Wu to come forward and said, "It doesn't matter if it's broken. The sun has come out now and we can't go any further. Let's fix it here. As for the sunshade, you can take people to the mountains to cut some wood and branches with leaves and bring them back. Then we can cover it up when the time comes."

Zhang Wu thought the same thing. After agreeing, he turned around and went to talk to Huang Changyuan. Then he took the villagers to cut trees in the woods. The others, led by Huang Hai, cleared the weeds in the inn.

The Shen and Xie families were not idle either and joined in.

The people from the second and third branches of the Xie family were originally unhappy and grumbled, but they had no choice but to work under the angry eyes of the officials with their swords wielding.

There is strength in numbers. By the time the tree cutters came back, the inn that was originally overgrown with weeds had been cleaned up. Even the broken tiles on the ground had been swept away. Everyone was now setting up tents and building stoves.

After Zhang Wu and his team finished fixing the roof, Song Shiwei also set up the tent. The only surprise was that they had close neighbors next to the tent.

Looking at Shen Yan and Xie An coming out of the tents on the left and right, Song Shiwei looked up at the sky in silence.

Since they started keeping watch together, the two felt that they had developed a deep "brotherhood" among them, and even pitched their tents together, calling themselves the "Three Brothers of the Inn."

Song Shiwei sighed deeply, and before Shen Yan wanted to come over and talk to him, he turned around and went into the tent ruthlessly.

Shen Yan looked at the falling door curtain and was stunned for a moment.

Shen Qianxue covered her mouth and laughed secretly. She pulled her silly elder brother aside and said jokingly, "Brother said that he and Young Master Song are good brothers. I don't think so. Why do you insist on staying next to his tent?"

Shen Yan frowned: "He must be tired, so he doesn't want to talk. Why are you here?"

The once dignified lady of aristocratic family rolled her eyes at this moment: "Didn't you say that you would be the one to set up the tent at home? My parents and I don't know how to do it, and my second uncle doesn't know how to do it either."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about this. Let's go."

After the brother and sister left, Zhang Wu walked to Song Shiwei's tent with a puzzled look on his face.

"Master, are you in there?"

Song Shiwei responded, opened the tent and came out, frowning and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm done. I want to ask what the master wants to eat later. I see everyone is cooking." Zhang Wu looked at the tents on both sides and asked hesitantly, "What is this?"

Song Shiwei nodded speechlessly: "It's Shen Yan and Xie An's tent. They said they want to be our neighbors. Just pretend you didn't see it."

"Oh, then I'll go cook first. I bought a stone of white flour yesterday. I'll make some dough noodles for the master. The aunt in the village taught me. I'll also make some steamed buns."

Song Shiwei nodded: "Okay, you don't need to make too many steamed buns."

Song Shiwei glanced at the tents on both sides and sighed again.

Although the villagers bought fifty barrels of water in Yingchang Prefecture, each household was only given two barrels of water, which was enough for drinking, but too little for cooking. Therefore, after dinner, Huang Hai took a dozen people to the forest to look for water.

Song Shiwei didn't want to talk to Shen Xie, so he left Zhang Wu in the inn and went out with Huang Hai and others.

I still remember that before setting off, Zhang Wu stood in front of the door of the inn with a resentful expression on his face, and Song Shiwei couldn't help but laugh.

But when I turned around, I was met with two pairs of smiling eyes.

Song Shiwei:......

Who the hell can tell me why these two are here too!

Probably seeing Song Shiwei's speechless expression, Xie An and Shen Yan looked at each other and saw mockery in each other's eyes.

The two of them quickened their pace and walked to Song Shiwei's side, standing on her left and right.

"Brother Song doesn't seem to want to see us, but does he dislike me and Brother Shen's current status?"

Song Shiwei twitched his lips: "You think too much, I just want to go out for a walk."

Shen Yan put a hand on Song Shiwei's shoulder, smiling: "I told you that you like to overthink. Brother Song doesn't dislike us at all. He just dislikes you for talking too much. You just need to be more careful in the future."

Song Shiwei:......

Xie An remained calm and nodded seriously: "I understand. I will talk less in the future."

Song Shiwei slapped Shen Yan's hand and said expressionlessly: "Stop joking around, both of you. Let's find a water source quickly."

Shen Yan and Xie An instantly returned to normal and stopped bothering Song Shiwei. Instead, they went their separate ways to look for water.

"Brother Song, Shen, come quickly, two people have fainted here."

Huang Hai was shouting loudly not far away. Song Shiwei heard someone fainted and thought it was a villager. Without thinking too much, he teleported over and appeared in front of Huang Hai in an instant.

Facing Song Shiwei who suddenly appeared, Huang Hai's next words were stuck in his throat and he looked at her in shock.

Song Shiwei ignored him and squatted down to turn the two people on the ground over. Only then did he realize that he didn't recognize them, so he stood up and asked, "What's going on?"

"We are out looking for water. As soon as I got here, I saw this old man and this kid fainted. I was scared to death. At first I thought I saw dead people. Fortunately, they were just fainted. I saw no blood on their bodies. Brother Song, do you think they fainted from hunger?"

Song Shiwei shook his head: "I don't know either. I'm not a doctor. They may have fainted from hunger or heat. These two people...what do you think?"

Huang Hai said without thinking: "We must take them back. If they are left in the sun, they will probably die soon. My father said that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Let's just consider it a good deed."

Song Shiwei shrugged: "Then call someone over quickly."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Yan and Xie An came over. They tried hard to suppress the shock in their hearts, and their minds were full of the figure of Song Shiwei who had just come over.

It's simply the best I've ever seen.

Who exactly is this Mr. Song? Why is he so unpredictable? I have never heard of or seen such a thing.

When other people around heard Huang Hai's cry, they all came over one after another. Huang Hai briefly explained what happened when he met the two people, and then he and the other three carried the old and the young back to the inn.

The journey to find water was interrupted by these two people, and the group returned to the inn.