Chapter 97 Jingyuan and Deep Winter

In the next few days, Jingyuan really felt that the depth of winter was coming.

The sky was never clear, it was snowing every moment, and the cold wind blew through the walls and gaps, as if something was wailing all the time.

There was a thick layer of snow on the roof and in the yard, so that one day it was very difficult for him to open the door, because almost half of the door was blocked by the accumulated snow.

The bucket he put in the yard last night had disappeared without a trace when he woke up in the morning.

He had to take out a shovel and shovel away the snow near the gate. Then he traced the memory of last night, stepped in the yard, and dug out the bucket buried in the snowdrift.

In the past few days, the farthest place he had gone was to the wall in the yard where the buckets were placed.

It's too cold outside, it's scary dark, and the wind is blowing on your face, as if it's going to crush you. I really don't want to go anywhere in this kind of weather.

He moved a large amount of firewood indoors to avoid fetching firewood turning into digging for firewood.

He was very fortunate that he found a house that was strong enough, comfortable enough, and well insulated before winter came, so that he would not have to endure the wind leakage and noise in the heavy snow. At the same time, he was also fortunate that he had stored a lot of food, which made him

There is no need to brave the wind and snow to go to a strange place or a room where unknown monsters are hiding in the hope that there will be any leftover food there.

Except for exchanging buckets, he basically stayed in the house all the time.

The first thing he does when he gets up every morning is to boil hot water, because he needs to wash his face with hot water to recover from the sleepiness of low temperature.

Afterwards, he would make himself a cup of coffee. The aroma of the coffee was very refreshing and made him relax physically and mentally.

After he regained some energy, he mixed warm water, changed Tang Xue's bandage, and applied ointment.

He would take Tang Xue's temperature every morning. On the third day after returning to the villa, Tang Xue's fever subsided, her body temperature returned to normal, and her voice gradually recovered.

He gave Tang Xue a cup of coffee that he ground by hand. He wanted to know how good the coffee was, but he couldn't taste it, so he had to ask Tang Xue to evaluate it for him.

He ground that cup of coffee very carefully, using a wooden pestle to grind the coffee beans into the size of salt particles, then filtered it through a fine sieve three times, poured it into a water cup, added sugar, and stirred until no scum could be seen.

He has never been so careful about the coffee he drinks on weekdays. He just crushes it hastily with a wooden pestle, pours it into a cup and brews it with hot water. Then he raises his head and chews the coffee grounds.

Swallow it into your stomach.

"A cup of coffee should have been ground many times to obtain uniform particles to produce coffee with a uniform concentration. However, the quality of these coffee beans is not really good. Although the smell has not changed, it is still in your mouth when you drink it.

The taste is too bitter and even has a sour taste." Tang Xue said this.

She seemed dissatisfied with the taste of the coffee, but when Jingyuan wanted to take the cup of coffee away, she drank it all. She said that if the full score was 100, how would she rate this cup of coffee?

That's 100 points.

Jingyuan asked her, if she gave it to others to drink, how much do you think they would give it?

She said that anyone who dared not give 100 points would be poured into a concrete pillar and sunk to the bottom of the sea to feed the sharks.

He came here almost every day. After getting up, he pushed Tang Xue to the small stove in the hall. While cooking, he chatted with her about various things.

Xiao Bai also likes to come over. His favorite thing to do is to lie on the stove with his butt backwards. He likes this position very much. It seems to be because the firelight can warm the hair and muscles near his missing leg.

Always purring comfortably.

In such cold weather, sitting by the fire is indeed more comfortable than just using a desk lamp.

So later Jingyuan found a large iron pot to use as a brazier. In the afternoon, he put the remaining charcoal into the brazier, put some dry firewood in it, and placed the brazier at his feet.

I usually play military chess or other chess games with Tang Xue in the living room in the afternoon.

Tang Xue seems to be good at playing all kinds of chess. Even if she has never seen a chess game before, she can quickly master it after reading the rule manual.

Her IQ is indeed very high. In the games between Jingyuan and her, she always loses more than she wins. Most of the games are evenly matched because Tang Xue gave in.

Jingyuan thought about it carefully and felt that he had fallen into her trap.

In competitive games, no one likes a crushing game, whether it is crushing the opponent or the opponent crushing themselves.

For example, in League of Legends, if you encounter a player who is too powerful on the opposite side, you will always get killed, which is very depressing. But if you really want to win, you can always win by playing against humans and machines, but what’s the point in that?

Tang Xue always asked Jingyuan to touch her head under the guise of giving in. At first it was just to touch her head, but later she made various small requests, such as asking Jingyuan to help her comb her bangs or hold her hand.

She asked Jingyuan to give her a glass of water.

She asked Jingyuan for wool and knitting needles on the day her fever subsided, and it seemed like she really planned to knit a scarf and a pair of gloves for Jingyuan.

She learned it from scratch, figuring it out on her own. Every time Jingyuan was lighting a fire in front of the stove, she would sit in a wheelchair, holding a ball of wool and a knitting needle set. On the first day, she knitted nothing.

All it produced was a mess of threads.

Jingyuan said to forget it. She said that if Mr. Jingyuan really didn't want her, he could stop weaving, but she would never allow the problem to come from her.

Whenever she was free, Jingyuan could see her playing with balls of wool. She even asked Jingyuan for pen and paper to write research notes, studying very carefully how each piece of wool turned into a scarf and gloves.

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Jingyuan asked her: "Have you really won awards in physics competitions and mathematics competitions?"

"Before junior high school, I studied in a special school in the provincial capital. My classmates were all children of non-commissioned officer families. It was a special school that ordinary children had no access to. After junior high school, my grandfather transferred to a health care center near Zhoushan.

Center, he said he wanted to see me more often, so my father took me to move here. Although I studied in school in Zhoushan, my family hired a private tutor for me. I did not participate in the evening self-study in school and went back to private school every night.

Teaching, I won the first prize in the National Physics Competition and Mathematics Competition for Middle School Students in my second year of junior high school. Before graduation, probably when I was fourteen, I had already been admitted to the university."

"Have your family never thought of letting you study abroad?"

"Children born into a family like mine cannot get a study visa."

"Is there any other way to say this?"

"Yes, when I was traveling abroad when I was a child, my family had to apply for a visa a year in advance, prepare documents, and go to the diplomatic embassy temporarily. The visa officer would deny the application on the grounds of endangering national security."
Chapter completed!