In winter, a heavy snowfall turns the entire northern Xinjiang into a white world.
Yang Xuan got up early and saw the white outside, and couldn't help but get excited.
"Aning, it's snowing heavily."
Zhou Ning was dressing up in the room, "Yeah!"
Yang Xuan didn't know what he was doing outside.
Zhou Ning asked: "A Liang is up?"
The maid outside said: "The young man is up."
"ah!"
Early in the morning, A Liang's shouts seemed particularly lively.
"Aye!"
"Aniang!"
Ah Liang wore very thick clothes and looked a bit clumsy.
He stood on the steps, looked at the snow, and suddenly clapped his hands, "Play!"
Zhou Ning just came out and saw his son falling down.
puff!
A Liang was just submerged in the snow.
Zheng Wuniang exclaimed and threw herself down. While digging, she shouted: "You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"
Yang Xuan just smiled.
Next to him, there is a big snowman.
Zhou Ning ran over in a hurry, Zheng Wuniang had just fished out A Liang, and she was covered in snow.
"good!"
Ah Liang cheered happily, and was immediately slapped on the butt by Zhou Ning.
"Call you naughty!"
Ah Liang just laughed.
"Child, let him play with his!"
Yang Xuan said.
Zhou Ning said: "I'm just worried about the cold air entering my body."
"Children are not that delicate. When I was a child, I wore straw sandals and ran wild in the snow, and my nose ran all winter long, but nothing happened."
Yang Xuan came over and carried A Liang over with one hand, "If you should let go, you have to let go."
Zhou Ning said: "How old is A Liang?"
"Those women from powerful families also say the same thing. The child is over ten or twenty years old and only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. When the family members say it, she will argue that the child is only old..."
"What kind of woman am I?"
"If it continues like this, it won't be far away."
Yang Xuan threw the child in front of the snowman, turned around, and saw Zhou Ning entering the house.
A gust of cold wind blew up and I went in.
He smiled and turned around, "A Liang, look, this is a snowman."
"Snow!" A Liang was very happy, not even aware of the undercurrent between his parents.
Zhou Ning sat in front of the dressing table, looking quite calm.
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Xuan came in.
"Still angry?"
Zhou Ning remained silent.
Yang Xuan put his hands behind his hands and sighed: "I have said before, A Liang cannot be longer than a woman's hands..."
"But Ah Liang is only two years old." Zhou Ning couldn't help but retort, "For a two-year-old child, even the most cruel mother-in-law will take care of him carefully, fearing that he will die young! Bah, bah, bah!"
Zhou Ning pouted three times, avoiding the word "die in infancy".
"Death in infancy is mostly due to lack of hygiene."
"How can you not pay attention to hygiene?"
"You think I don't know? The wet nurse from a powerful family doesn't even disinfect her mouth before feeding!"
"Knife?" Zhou Ning blushed, "What kind of poison should be used to disinfect it?"
"There are some invisible things up there. It's okay for adults to touch them, but not for children."
If the adults are fine, the children will be tricked.
"shameless!"
Zhou Ning raised his head.
"So I have been arranging all this since you were pregnant. Do you think I just ignored the child's body? Besides, don't you have a miracle doctor at home?
Hey! This is my apology."
Yang Xuan moved his right hand forward.
The refreshing fragrance hits you.
A plum blossom!
"It's blooming?" Zhou Ning was happy.
"Ours didn't bloom, but the one next door did. I went to pick one."
"Isn't that Lin Feibao's family?"
Zhou Ning thought of Yang Xuan sneaking into Lin Feibao's house and how accomplished Lin Feibao was. He naturally noticed it, but said nothing and watched the boss choose a plum blossom in front of his plum tree, break it and run away.
"Woof woof woof!"
Zhang Siniang's cry came from outside, "The wealth has fallen into the snow."
Yang Xuan went out and said, "In this weather, you can find big things in the mountains."
When he was hunting in the mountains, winter was also a good time.
However, this season is not very friendly to the people.
"Mr. Lang."
Jiang He'er came, his face cold and red, reminding Yang Xuan of the red apple in the scroll.
"Liu Sima invites you to go."
Yang Xuan reluctantly handed his son over to Zhou Ning, "It's time to calm down."
"Aye! Aye!"
Ah Liang struggled in Zhou Ning's hands, stretched out his hand and shouted desperately, "Ah yes!"
Zhou Ning sneered, "Here comes someone!"
"exist!"
Yan Xiao and Hua Hong come in.
"close the door!"
"yes!"
Close the door!
"Warm yourself by the fire!"
…
For metaphysics, winter is the most unsatisfying season.
The small bridge and flowing water are gone.
Walking on the bridge, looking at the white snow all around, Ningya rhymes with her beard, "it's so nice to be quiet."
In the past, when I walked here, there were always professors or disciples on both sides admiring it. Just enjoy it, they are a bunch of sticklers and they like to argue.
They can argue for half a month when faced with a problem that no one has been able to solve for thousands of years.
"You have to practice!"
Ning Yayun feels that this situation must be changed.
He walked to the end of the bridge, moved his feet, and the snow bounced up. Then he waved his hand, and the breath accumulated in his body overnight spurted out, and the snow was blown down.
"Hey! Comfortable!"
Ning Yayun sat on the clean bridge, putting the piano on her back on her knees.
I closed my eyes and brewed my emotions for a while.
Reach out.
"Headmaster!"
A figure flew over.
Zhuang Xin, the boss of the Wine Soldier Department, was carrying a wine gourd. He raised his head and took a sip as he flew through the air. Then he looked back and said, "Headmaster, help me!"
An Ziyu flew behind him, the ruler flew, and with a bang, Zhuang Xin was knocked down, and he fell in front of Ning Yayun.
"What's wrong?" Ning Yayun asked, holding her chin in one hand.
An Ziyu landed, "This person drank from last night to morning. After finishing the wine, he actually wanted to exchange his sword for drinks..."
"Why!"
Ning Yayun sighed.
Johnson, who fell to the ground, held his head with one hand, raised the wine gourd with the other, took a sip, then shook the gourd, and it was gone.
"Teacher, if you don't drink alcohol, you are walking on this earth in vain!"
Ning Yayun said calmly: "Ten years ago, I could have saved you with just one guqin. It is said that there are fine wines everywhere in the underworld, waiting for you to drink."
Zhuang Xin shuddered and said, "I'm sleepy, go back and catch up on some sleep."
Seeing him run away with a puff of smoke, An Ziyu said angrily: "Look, this is the benefit of your inaction."
"At least there are no disputes within metaphysics."
"That's true."
A disciple came over and said, "Master, Deputy Envoy Yang is here."
Ning Yayun stood up and said, "I'm sick."
An Ziyu said: "Do you think Zitai will believe it? Hurry up!"
When Yang Xuan came, Ning Yayun was playing the piano.
"The master is so elegant."
Ning Yayun stopped and said, "You will do no good when you come here, so tell me!"
"You must have a cup of tea too!"
Yang Xuan didn't sit down.
"Sit down and talk." Ning Yayun pointed to the side.
Yang Xuan shook his head, "Even if there is no snow, the ground is still cold. Master, if you sit like this, won't your butt feel uncomfortable? Be careful of hemorrhoids!"
Ning Ya said calmly: "Don't you know that inner breath can protect your butt?"
"But who would waste their inner energy on their butt if they have nothing to do?" Yang Xuan said with a smile, "That means the headmaster."
Ning Yayun didn't take the inner breath seriously, wishing that she would never have this thing in her body.
"Tell me something." Ning Yayun felt that Tao's heart was floating.
"It's snowing a lot. It's fine in the city, and there are many people to help. I'm worried about something happening to the villages outside the city."
Liu Qing was looking for him for this reason.
"I also want to donate some money and food, but..."
Ning Yayun shook her sleeves, but found nothing, "Only two sleeves of fresh air were left."
Yang Xuan looked at Ning Yayun and said, "Headmaster, is your piano made of good wood?"
"You can't find the second one in the entire northern Xinjiang." Ning Yayun felt very comfortable touching the piano she had made with her own hands.
"One hundred thousand dollars?" Yang Xuan said.
Ning Yayun looked at him and stroked the strings lightly, "Since you took charge of Northern Xinjiang, everything you look at is money and food."
An Ziyu really went to get a cup of hot tea. Yang Xuan stood up and said, "How dare you."
He took a sip of the tea, bent his legs and knees, and sat down cross-legged. "When I first arrived in Chang'an, I had enough to eat alone and the whole family was not hungry. It was the happiest time. I studied in the Imperial College and played with my classmates every day.
What I look forward to most when eating...
In a blink of an eye, I came to Northern Xinjiang. At first, tens of thousands of people were waiting for me to feed them. Then I came to Chenzhou. Well, more than 800,000 people were waiting for me to feed them.
Well now, the whole northern Xinjiang is like a big mouth. Every morning when I wake up, I have to face a problem, where can I find food today to feed this big mouth?"
"Being an official is not easy." Ning Yayun put away the guqin.
"It's not easy." Yang Xuan said.
Ning Yayun stood up and asked, "What if we just sit back and watch?"
Yang Xuan pointed to the sky, "There is a story that I will tell you."
Ning Yayun put her piano on her back and said, "It's too quiet today. I'm not used to it. I just want to listen."
The two of them went to the check-in room.
"There was a heavy snowfall in a certain place in a certain year. An official, a scribe, and a group of powerful people gathered in the yamen to drink. After drinking to their heart's content, the official said that it was snowing heavily outside. Why don't we join hands and write a poem to celebrate today's gathering..."
Ning Yayun walked in front, her figure floating.
"The scribes started, heavy snow fell to the ground one after another. The officials continued, this is the auspiciousness of the royal family."
"Shameless!" An Ziyu from behind said angrily.
When two disciples saw her on the roadside, they were in high spirits. They immediately lowered their heads and stood with their hands tied, as if they were two frozen quails.
"Haoqiang pats his bulging belly and burps with wine. It doesn't matter if it lasts for another three years."
Ning Yayun said quietly: "Are you mocking that person from Chang'an?"
The emperor was carefree in the pear garden, completely ignoring the suffering of the people in the world.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "The three of us suddenly found that the fourth sentence was difficult, so you pushed me to give in. At this time, there was a beggar trembling outside. Hearing this, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he said, "Let go."
Your motherfucker’s bullshit!”
An Ziyu was startled and couldn't help laughing.
Ning Yayun did not laugh, "With this weather and this Tang Dynasty, how many people do you estimate will die?"
Yang Xuan looked at the sky, "I guess it's snowing in most of the north.
It would have been fine twenty years ago. But now there are refugees everywhere. Those refugees have been relying on begging to survive. If the weather changes suddenly, where do you want them to go to escape?"
"What will happen?" An Ziyu asked.
Yang Xuan was silent.
"Why didn't you say it?" An Ziyu said dissatisfied.
"Si Ye, there are many things that are hard to say."
"I have a cheerful temperament, and I hate your fussy behavior. Tell me!"
Yang Xuan said: "During the day, I watched the refugees in the corner, looking ashen and shivering.
At dawn, even the sergeants didn't go out and ordered the corpse collectors to drive their carts around the streets.
When you see someone huddled in a corner, shout out and poke him with a stick if he doesn't respond.
When there was no movement, I carried him into the car...
Just keep walking like this, all the way out of the city, looking for a place to bury it."
"Are there no philanthropists?" An Ziyu was shocked.
"Yes!" Yang Xuan said with a smile: "Some people looked at those hungry wild dogs and felt pity, and threw the refugees who died of cold and starvation into mass graves.
Wild dogs rely on these carcasses to keep them fat and strong over the winter.
It’s just that the eyes will turn green.”
An Ziyu choked up.
Ning Yayun glanced at Yang Xuan.
How could we forget that Si Ye is the head of the bitter relationship?
Yang Xuan quickly advised: "Don't worry, this is Northern Xinjiang. I will go on inspection right away."
An Ziyu flew away.
"I'm angry." Yang Xuan smiled bitterly.
Ning Yayun said: "Women are very troublesome."
"So this is also the reason why you have been single for many years?" Yang Xuan felt that Lao Ning was a bit agitated.
Ning Yayun patted the piano on her back with her backhand, "I like to play the piano all day long. Back in Chang'an, a woman came to my door and said that Master Ning, the slave, likes to listen to the piano."
"Isn't this intentional for you?"
"I just said, can you listen for ten years?"
Ten years... Yang Xuan thinks it's not bad.
"The woman said, it's good to listen to it every day!" Ning Yayun smiled, "I said, except for eating and sleeping, I play the piano all the time, can you bear it?"
"I must be leaving, right?"
"I didn't leave, I said I was happy."
"That means you are very charming."
"Yes!" Ning Yayun sighed, "She put something in my tea when she turned around, and even put her fingers in to stir it up. It's disgusting."
"You..." Yang Xuan looked at him and felt that he didn't seem to have been poisoned.
"I thought the host was just following the guest, so I changed the water glass when she wasn't paying attention."
Yang Xuan: "..."
An Ziyu flew over.
He held a small bundle in his hand and said, "These are my savings. Zitai took them and exchanged them for some food and bedding to give to the hungry people."
Yang Xuan said: "We are not short of this..."
Boom!
The small baggage was thrown into Yang Xuan's arms, and An Ziyu left.
With their hands behind their backs and their heads held high, wherever they went, those disciples were running like wolves.
The roar of filial piety echoes in the Xinshan Gate of Metaphysics:
"Do you still want to learn? If you don't want to learn, just farm! Just make clothes!"
Yang Xuan and Ning Yayun walked outside the check-in room, "I think we won't go in!"
"It seems like the matter is not serious?" Ning Yayun opened the door, "Tell me about it."
"The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and the people are panicking and can only pray to God.
Some people were worshiping some big drum god. The more pious people there were, the more merciful God would be. Then he turned around and withdrew his magical power, so that everyone could
This year I will be safe and sound."
Ning Yayun was stunned for a moment, "What drum god?"
"You haven't heard of it either?"
"This name sounds inappropriate."
"No, who among the serious gods would use human artifacts as their names?"
Ning Yayun went in, "I'm lazy and don't have the ability to do other things. This matter is my duty."
"Then hurry up!"
"I still have to take advantage of the guy who takes advantage of me."
"What's going on?"
Ning Yayun picked up the thing, took it out, and shook it.
"Without this thing, I can only use up to 30% of my 10% Taoism."
The tail flicked.
Fairy spirit fluttering.
Headmaster Ning said calmly: "Let's go and see who this sacred person is. How dare you make incense under the eyes of metaphysics!"
