After all, Jiangdu is located in the south of the Yangtze River. Although it would snow in winter in previous years, it rarely snowed heavily, but this winter it snowed particularly heavily.
It's almost to the point of road closures.
The entire Jiangdu City was dyed white.
Shen Yi and his wife went out early. The couple stood side by side outside the city, looking at the sky and earth outside the city. Shen Yi smiled and said: "I have been in Jiangdu for seventeen or eighteen years, and this is the first time I have seen such heavy snow."
Lu Ruoxi leaned on Shen Yi's shoulder. The couple were both from Jiangdu and spoke Jiangdu dialect. She looked at the heavy snow in the sky and laughed softly in Jiangdu dialect: "My husband is the Duke of Hanlin appointed by His Majesty. During this heavy snowfall, I will If you don't have a great poetry boom, how about reciting a poem?"
"This is simple."
Shen Yi read out the first two sentences without thinking: "There is an abstraction on the river, and a dark hole on the well."
He turned to look at his wife and said with a smile: "Yellow dogs are white on their bodies, while white dogs are swollen on their bodies."
After hearing the first two sentences, Lu Ruoxi frowned subconsciously. After hearing the last two sentences, she relaxed her brows, hit Shen Yi's shoulder with her hand, and said in a tired voice: "I hate it, I don't care at all."
Shen Yi smiled and said: "Why don't you take it too seriously? Aren't you just responding to the situation?"
"There is no such poem, it is not straight and irregular..."
Shen Yi put his arms around his wife's waist and said with a smile: "I'm interested, what kind of rules do you want?"
After the couple admired the snow for a while, there were more and more pedestrians on the road, leaving footprints on the road. It no longer looked like the sky and the earth. The two lost interest. Accompanied by several servants, they headed back. Mansion.
On the way back, Lu Ruoxi took Shen Yi's arm and said: "This winter seems to be colder than previous years. I don't know if the charcoal fire at my father's place is enough. Let's buy some in the city later and have someone give it to me." He sent it over."
At this moment, the main color on the road is still absolutely white. On the white road, you can already see a few old men selling charcoal here and there. Shen Yi walked up to an old man and asked about the price. He simply bought all the charcoal and paid the price. After paying the money, he said with a smile: "Old man, could you please take it to Ganquan Academy outside the city and hand it over to Director Lu Shan of the academy."
The old man was almost sixty years old. After taking the cold silver, he looked at Shen Yi hesitantly, stretched out his hand and rubbed his hands: "Master, won't you go with me?"
Shen Yi shook his head slightly and said, "I believe in my husband. If I am not practical, I will not do this."
The old man's fingers were full of black ashes from burning charcoal. Hearing this, he smiled gratefully at Shen Yi, then took out a knife from his arms and prepared to cut the silver to give Shen Yi "change."
This ingot of silver is five taels, and a cart of charcoal is estimated to be less than three taels of silver.
Shen Yi looked at a rag doll hanging in front of the old man's cart and sighed: "That's it, old man, don't ask for this money. You can use it to buy some thick clothes..."
Shen Yi looked at the doll and said, "It's a cold winter this year. Let's buy some thick clothes for the children at home."
The old man followed Shen Yi's gaze and saw the rag doll hanging on his car. His lips moved: "Home... I have a little granddaughter at home..."
He was not good at words and could not continue talking.
Shen Yi patted the old man's shoulder and sighed: "Old man, if there is still charcoal at home, go to the Shen family in the city tomorrow to deliver it. My family lives in De'anfang in the west of the city. I remember it is Master Shen Si's house, not Master Shen. Home."
The old man was cutting silver. When he heard this, he stopped and nodded timidly: "This money is almost enough for two carts of charcoal. I will send it to the master tomorrow."
Shen Yi smiled and nodded.
As a result, the couple passed by the charcoal seller.
When the old man walked away, Lu Ruoxi looked at the black ash on Shen Yi's hands and thought thoughtfully: "My husband seems to have special sympathy for that old man."
"Not pity."
Shen Yi shook his head and said, "I just thought of a poet."
He said softly: "When I was dreaming when I was young, I saw many romantic figures in my dreams. Among them was a poet. I have read many of his poems, and one of them was about the charcoal seller."
"He wrote..."
"I'm so sorry that I'm only dressed in so many clothes, but my heart is so miserable and I wish the weather would be cold."
After hearing this broken poem, Lu Ruoxi was a little moved. She frowned and said, "Husband, I have read the poetry collections of ancient and modern poets, so why haven't I heard this sentence?"
"I said I got it in a dream."
Lu Ruoxi knew that Shen Yi was trying to evade, so she snorted: "I hate it, I'll get you if you don't tell the truth!"
Mr. Shen looked at the heavy snowfall, felt the biting cold wind, and suddenly sighed softly.
"The poet also wrote another poem."
"I can't remember the whole sentence. I only remember a few fragments. I read it to my wife."
Lu Ruoxi held Shen Yi's shoulders and nodded gently: "Yeah..."
Shen Yi chanted slowly, making a sound that was unprecedented in this era.
"Does the Governor of Xuancheng know that there is a blanket of one foot and a thousand taels of silk?"
"The earth doesn't know how cold it is and people want to be warm."
Master Shen let out a long sigh.
"Stop taking people's clothes to make lichen..."
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After it snowed for several days, it finally cleared up.
At this time, there are only four days left before the New Year's Eve.
At the west gate of Jiangdu City, Shen Yi, dressed in fur, was saying goodbye to his friends.
The friend who left Jiangdu at this time was naturally Zhang Jian, the magistrate of Jiangdu.
Near the carriage, the two brothers said goodbye.
Shen Yi said goodbye to this senior brother and said with a smile: "Senior brother left a little too hastily. There is still a lot of snow on the official road, so be careful and slippery."
Zhang Jian said helplessly: "If it weren't for this heavy snow, I would have already arrived home. The heavy snow has delayed my trip. I don't know if I can make it back to Jiankang before the new year."
As the parting was about to begin, Shen Yi couldn't help but sigh: "I said goodbye to my senior brother today. After the new year, when my senior brother comes back to take up his post, I will leave for Jiankang. We, our senior brothers, have passed each other again."
Zhang Jian was very cheerful and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, I will go back to Jiankang in the middle of next year. By then, our brothers will all be officials in Jiankang, so we will have more time to drink."
Shen Yi smiled: "I will eat more meals with senior brother next year."
After the two brothers exchanged a few words, Zhang Jian suddenly asked: "When will Ziheng go to Jiankang after celebrating the New Year?"
"Maybe it will be after the Lantern Festival."
"Well."
Zhang Jian thought for a while and said with a smile: "If you return to Jiankang after the Lantern Festival, I will come back early, and maybe we brothers can meet again."
"Um."
Shen Yi cupped his hands and said, "I am waiting for my senior brother to come back from Jiangdu. Senior brother will send my regards to Prime Minister Zhang and the elders of the Zhang family on my behalf."
Having said this, Shen Yi hesitated for a moment and then said: "Brother, please tell Prime Minister Zhang that after the new year, I may have something to do and go to Zhang's house to ask for a meeting with him."
Shen Yi, an eighth-grade official, was not qualified to participate in the matter of Ping Japanese.
Therefore, he needs someone with enough ability to help him participate.
Zhao Changping is not suitable because Zhao Changping has been working in the household department all year round and does not have high influence in other yamen.
But Zhang Jing, who has been prime minister for many years, has enough ability to help him participate.
At that time, after communicating with the emperor, Mr. Shen will have the opportunity to participate in this "project".
Zhang Jian did not doubt that he was there. He patted his chest carelessly and said with a smile: "My grandfather has long said that no one else can see him. If you, Shen Ziheng, want to see him, you can come to our door at any time!"
After hearing this, Shen Yi took a step back and raised his hands to Zhang Jian: "Farewell, brother."
Zhang Jian also returned the gift and said with a smile: "See you next year!"
This chapter is for the purpose of fleshing out the protagonist’s character, not for the sake of writing. The previous daily parts are more troublesome to write than to push the plot...