Entering January, it is the twelfth lunar month of winter that is completely cold.
Although the entire Tang dynasty was in a warm period over the years, not all places had warm winters.
The snow that should fall will still fall.
This year's first snow came very late.
As soon as Lin Wanwan returned to the door of her home from Hongyanxiao, the snowflakes fell, falling on her hat and shoulders, and turned into water droplets in an instant.
Lin Wanwan didn't care about admiring the white snow, and hurriedly put the copybook wrapped in silk into her arms, jumped off the horse, threw the horse's rein towards the door and rushed to the concierge.
Then I shook off the snowflakes on the silk fabric immediately, for fear of getting it wet.
"Go get the oil-paper umbrella."
There was an oil-paper umbrella in the concierge. Hongyan, who was following Lin Wanwan, quickly stepped forward, took the oil-paper umbrella, opened it, and was about to hold it for Lin Wanwan.
Lin Wanwan took the umbrella from her hand and said, "I'll take it myself, and you can get another umbrella."
After saying that, he couldn't wait to hold the oil-paper umbrella and went to the main courtyard.
As soon as Lin Wanwan entered the yard, she saw Xiao Qingyu leading Rongrong and Song Sulan to have fun in the snow excitedly.
Seeing Lin Wanwan coming in holding an oil-paper umbrella, Xiao Qingyu rushed over like a cannonball. Lin Wanwan held her down and said quickly: "Mother has a copybook in her hand, it can't get wet."
Xiao Qingyu had no interest in copybooks or anything like that. She only shouted excitedly: "Mother, mother, snow, it's snowing!"
The little guy's eyes are full of love for snow. For people in the Jiangnan area who never see snow all year round, snow is indeed rare.
Lin Wanwan could understand Xiao Qingyu's excitement. If she hadn't been holding Yu Shinan's copybook in her arms at the moment, she would have thrown away the oil-paper umbrella and felt the flying snowflakes.
The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is usually mixed with rainwater even if it falls. It has already condensed into water in the air before it hits the ground, which is really boring. It is really rare to see pure white snow like today.
But at this moment, what Lin Wanwan wanted to do most was to put away the national treasure properly first.
"Put on Xiao Yuer's cloak so she doesn't catch a cold."
"Here."
Lin Wanwan gave instructions to her servants, then continued walking inside holding the copybook.
When she entered the study, she threw away the silk and carefully unfolded the copybook again, with an aunt's smile on her face, slowly admiring it.
At this moment, the disciple came to report: "The Xiao Ming Mansion is here."
Lin Wanwan raised her head from the copybook and looked out through the study window.
In the yard, Xiao Chong, dressed in a green shirt and holding an oil-paper umbrella, strode out of the snow. His body was like a green pine, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his outline was clear. A gust of north wind blew by, and the snowflakes flew sideways, mixed with his clothes and pierced the air.
The sound of whisking caused its whole body to exude an unfathomable aura.
Lin Wanwan was stunned again for a while, and it wasn't until Xiao Chong walked to the corridor and handed the umbrella to the guard that she came back to her senses.
Appreciating beauties in the snow turns out to be this scene.
"Cousin, it's rare that you are free. Have you captured all the savages and bandits?"
"Kill as many as you want, close as many as you want, and there is nothing left to worry about."
Following Xiao Chong was Dugu Di, and it was him who spoke at this time. However, Lin Wanwan's attention was attracted by Xiao Chong, and she did not notice him for a moment.
"Cousin, you are polite."
"Lin Le'an, you're polite."
"Brothers, you are polite."
After the two parties had finished the ceremony, Xiao Chong glanced at the calligraphy spread out on Lin Wanwan's table and asked curiously: "Which calligraphy is my cousin's new one?"
Lin Wanwan was also happy to share it, and said with a sweet smile: "It is the calligraphy of Yu Shaojian (Yu Shinan is now the Secretary Shaojian)."
Naturally, Dugu Di, whose eyes were tied with cloth strips today, could not be seen. Xiao Chong walked to the bookcase alone to take a closer look. After a while, he praised: "What a good calligraphy, the strokes are smooth and harmonious, the waves are scattered, and there is movement."
God is a wonderful product. Yu Shaojian's words are not careless and arrogant, and they are not ashamed of the world's treasures."
"Appreciating the words in the snow brings peace and joy." Dugu Di said.
Lin Wanwan discussed a few more words with the two of them over the copybook, and felt quite happy to have a treasure to share.
After Hongyan and other servants quietly prepared the tea sets, Lin Wanwan noticed that Xiao Chong and Dugu Di were both wearing very thin clothes, not to mention silk robes, and they didn't even have cloaks.
"Brothers, it's already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the first snow has fallen today. Why are you still wearing such thin clothes? Are you not afraid of the cold? You want style rather than warmth?"
Dugu Di couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and Xiao Chong also frowned: "We who practice martial arts are not afraid of the cold."
He looked around the study, paused and then said, "Cousin, why don't you even light the charcoal basin in such a cold weather?"
For an ordinary little lady, when winter comes, the door curtains, curtains and charcoal pots will all be missing, but here Lin Wanwan still has the doors and windows wide open, and there is no charcoal pot at all.
When Xiao Chong said this, Lin Wanwan felt really cold, and said: "I just came back from outside. I never like to light a charcoal basin in the study. I am afraid of danger if there are sparks. As for hanging the door curtains, wouldn't it be impossible to enjoy the snow scene?"
Already?"
Not to mention the curtains, even the window paper Lin Wanwan thought it blocked the view, so the window next to the desk was fully opened.
"But it's really cold here. Brothers, let's go and move to the conservatory. There's a fire wall over there. It's very comfortable. We'll have dinner there today."
These two people came to the door a moment later, so they must be here to have a meal. Lin Wanwan was used to it.
"Okay, cousin/please please come."
Lin Wanwan carefully put away Yu Shinan's copybook and put it in the drawer of the bookcase specially made by a craftsman, and then led the two of them towards the conservatory through the veranda.
When passing by the yard, I found little Qingyu wearing a cloak, hat and gloves, still playing wildly.
Her two maids of about the same age were similarly dressed, playing around her, with a lynx and two small tabby cats jumping around.
"Xiao Yu'er, stop playing. Come here and go to the greenhouse with mother. Don't catch a cold."
Xiao Qingyu replied without raising her head: "Play for another quarter of an hour, just a quarter of an hour!"
Little Qingyu, who had been raised by Lin Wanwan to have no worries about food and clothing, and was extremely wealthy, had completely lost her memory before the age of four after getting sick twice. During those years in the cold winter months, she had no clothes on her body, no food to eat, she was shivering from the cold, and suffered from chilblains.
The days of being full of body parts are gone forever.
Today's little Qingyu is happy, bright, cute, and as playful as modern children of the same age.
For the nobles, snowy days in ancient times were like "the sun sets and the poems are filled with snow all day long, and the plum blossoms are very springy", but for the poor people, it was "poor and undressed, worried about the charcoal and wishing for the cold weather".
This point, in any case, cannot be compared with the real modern prosperous age.
Although this year's wind and floods in Luan County did not kill many people because of Xiao Chong's timely response, they still affected the harvest and indirectly affected the price of food on the market. In the twelfth lunar month, many families were without food.
When the aristocratic women in the town saw the snow, some of them felt pity for others and were already planning to go to the slums to give soup to improve their reputations when the snow stopped.