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

Song Shiwei followed him and sat at the dinner table, chewing slowly.

The portions at the restaurant are generous, and two dishes are enough for two people.

After dinner, Zhang Wu hurried out and came back with a large bundle of pine branches. He said he wanted to make smoked meat out of the wild boar he had shot today to prevent it from becoming too resistant to storage due to the hot weather. He also left one pheasant to be eaten at noon tomorrow.

Song Shiwei was not capable of such a craft as smoking meat, so he sat aside and watched the fire while Zhang Wu went out to carry branches.

Song Shiwei didn't know the production process, he was only responsible for keeping the fire from going out.

It’s true that although this small courtyard is a bit dilapidated, sitting in the yard and burning fire is quite interesting.

Zhang Wu was rubbing salt on the pheasant. He looked up and saw the relaxed look on his master's face. He immediately asked with a smile, "Qingshan Village is quite far from the capital. Master, do you want to stay here for two more days?"

Song Shiwei looked at him with a half-smile: "Do you still want to go hunting in the mountains?"

Zhang Wu chuckled, "I really can't hide it from my master. The mountains here are extremely lush and there are many wild animals on the mountains. I really want to stay for two more days and bring back more wild animals, so that I won't have no chance in the future."

Qingshan Village has fresh air and simple folk customs. If there were no natural disasters, it would be a small paradise with beautiful mountains and rivers.

"Then stay for two more days. I'll go up the mountain with you tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Song Shiwei went back to the house to rest, and asked Zhang Wu to slowly smoke the meat. He cut 100 to 200 kilograms of meat into large pieces and hung them neatly on a wooden rack with a huge fire burning underneath, so they could be smoked all at once.

Early the next morning, Song Shiwei woke up to the sounds of insects chirping and chickens crowing. As soon as he went out, he saw a basket filled with vegetables in the yard.

Zhang Wu came out of the kitchen after making breakfast, met Song Shiwei's gaze, and explained, "I wanted to stay in the village for two more days, so I went to the village chief's house early in the morning to tell him, and bought a basket of vegetables on the way back."

"it is good."

"I'll get water for the master to wash up. It'll be time for breakfast soon."

Song Shiwei smiled and nodded.

After breakfast, the two men took their long swords and bows and arrows, and walked towards the mountains, one in front and one behind. Along the way, they met many villagers who went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables and weeds. The two men did not care about the gazes of those people, and walked into the mountain calmly.

Although Zhang Wu didn't know how skilled his master was, he could guess that his master had some basic skills just by looking at the boxing skills she had taught him before. Therefore, he was not too worried. Instead, he took a wooden stick picked up from the roadside and knocked around to drive away snakes, insects, and rats.

The two men did not stay on the outskirts, but went straight into the mountains. They saw many pheasants and rabbits along the way, but neither of them took any action.

"Master, I hunted a wild boar in front yesterday, so please be careful," said Zhang Wu as he strode forward and squatted on the ground to check for footprints of wild animals.

Song Shiwei was not idle either, and walked to the other side to check.

Just after the two of them squatted down for a while, they heard a dong dong dong sound, and the ground seemed to be shaking.

Zhang Wu stood up instantly and was about to speak when he saw his master, who was originally about ten meters away from him, suddenly appeared in front of him. He was horrified.

Song Shiwei didn't care whether he was shocked or not, he just grabbed his collar and teleported backwards, doing it twice in a row before stopping.

Zhang Wu only felt dizzy and when he came to his senses, he was already one or two hundred meters away from where he was just now. Looking at his master's calm face, he swallowed hard.

Song Shiwei looked ahead, frowning slightly: "There should be some large wild animals passing by, there should be quite a few of them."

Otherwise it wouldn't make such a loud noise.

Zhang Wu regained his mind at this moment and nodded repeatedly: "It should be a social animal, but I don't know if it is a wild boar or a wolf pack."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of animals roaring in the front. Even from a distance, one could feel the huge scene.

"I'll go over and take a look. You wait here," he said and teleported away.

Zhang Wuerkang was left holding his hand, and he didn't have time to say anything. Fearing that his master would be in danger, he just kept running forward, thinking to himself, hurry up, faster.

Meanwhile, Song Shiwei teleported to the scene of the incident twice, which happened to be in a dense bush. He squatted down and looked forward the moment he arrived.

In the open space ahead, I saw more than twenty wolves surrounding five wild boars, and the two sides were growling at each other tentatively.

Song Shiwei's eyes suddenly lit up.

What a good thing! Most of the fresh meat in the space is poultry, but there is no reserve of wild animals.

The battle between the wolves and the wild boar was about to break out. The leader wolf raised his head and let out a howl, and the rest of the wolves immediately rushed towards the wild boar. The wild boar, relying on its thick skin and flesh, swung its butt towards the wolf pack in front of it, and many wolves were knocked away. Song Shiwei watched with great interest.

By the time Zhang Wu ran over, the battle over there was almost over. Even though the wild boars were huge, they were not as numerous as the wolves. One of them bit one and the blood gushed out.

Zhang Wu's face was filled with horror, but he dared not make a sound for fear of disturbing the wolves.

The wolf pack lost more than ten, leaving only fifteen, and all of them had more or less injuries. Seeing that the wolves were about to enjoy the food, Song Shiwei immediately took the dagger in his hand, made a calm gesture to Zhang Wu, and then teleported to the leader of the wolves, as fast as lightning. The next moment, the leader of the wolves howled and fell down, and the remaining wolves became confused and ran away.

"Zhang Wu, shoot arrows, leave them all behind," he shouted, drew a long sword from behind, activated teleportation and flashed to Yu Lang's side continuously, cutting his throat with one sword, and his head with another.

After the last wolf fell, Song Shiwei was covered in blood. Her fair face looked even more thrilling under the bright red blood. The wolf blood on the sword dripped onto the ground. At that moment, the wind blew and her skirt swayed.

Zhang Wu's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared blankly at the man standing in the sea of ​​wolf corpses and blood, his heart beating violently.

This is my master!

Zhang Wu had never seen such a powerful person. Even the warriors trained by the big families did not have such ghostly skills as his master.

At this moment, Zhang Wu's admiration for Song Shiwei reached its peak.

Seeing that the man was in a daze, Song Shiwei frowned and said, "What are you standing there for? It's not suitable to stay here for long. You leave first. I'll take care of this."

Zhang Wu came back to his senses instantly and quickly responded.

Although it was a very dangerous thing to leave the master here alone, Zhang Wu didn't know why, but he seemed to be able to feel from his master that it would be troublesome if he stayed.

Besides, since my master is so skilled, I would probably just be a drag.

Hey!

Sensing that Zhang Wu was some distance away, Song Shiwei collected the thirty-five wolf corpses and five wild boars on the ground into the space, and then slowly walked towards Zhang Wu step by step.

In the deep mountains that are taboo and feared by the villagers, Song Shiwei felt like he was on a picnic when walking in them.

On the way back, he shot two pheasants. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he found Zhang Wu waiting there, also holding three pheasants and two rabbits in his hands.

Noticing the pheasant in Song Shiwei's hand, Zhang Wu quickly stepped forward to take it, looking at her with bright eyes: "Master, you are so skilled."

Song Shiwei's mouth twitched slightly, and his voice was calm: "If you practice hard, you can do it too."

"I will practice martial arts diligently and never slack off."

Zhang Wu's voice was loud and his eyes were firm. Even though there was more or less blood on his body, it could not stop the young man's determination to move forward.