After Laba is the New Year, because everyone is busy preparing for the New Year, so I always feel that time flies very quickly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This year, there is more snow and less sunshine in the lunar month, and there can be two sunny and sunny days in ten days, which is really rare, often either windy and snowy, or the weather is gloomy, which looks like it makes people feel cold and cold, and they are reluctant to go out.

Bai Shi often frowned at the wind and snow raging outside, worried: "This winter, the weather is extremely cold, dripping into ice, and the capital is still so cold that people can't stretch out their hands, and I don't know what kind of cold it will become......

Feng Shujia was also worried about whether her father, who was far away at the border pass, would be able to eat and dress warmly, and whether he would brave the cold to repel the enemy's prying eyes or attacks, but she looked at Bai's already slightly convex lower abdomen, and still comforted as briskly as possible: "Recently, there have been few wars on the frontier, there is plenty of food and grass, and my father is the boss, so there must still be cotton clothes for the winter." Mother, don't worry too much. ”

Perhaps it was the end of Feng Shuying's misfortune, Bai gradually relaxed, and in the winter, he was more still and less moving, and his body slowly became plump, even his face often had a layer of healthy and mellow luster.

Bai Shi nodded, paused, and then turned back and smiled: "However, although the harsh winter is difficult, the 'Ruixue Mega Year', judging from this year's snow, next year's crops will definitely be a bumper harvest." When the people take food as their heaven, and when there is enough food, the world will be peaceful. ”

In this way, Feng Yi would be able to go to the battlefield a few times less and be less injured.

Feng Shujia smiled and nodded in agreement, but she thought that the mothers-in-law in the house had discussed earlier, saying that because of the heavy snow this winter, many houses had collapsed and damaged, especially the simple shanties where the poor people lived in Nancheng were all spared.

On a snowy day, these poor people were displaced, without clothes and food, and their situation was very miserable.

Fortunately, Empress Yang was kind at the time, not only took the lead in donating money, but also told the Yang family to be specifically responsible for matters related to the construction of porridge and houses in the city, and to ensure the food, clothing, and shelter of the victims to minimize casualties.

With Empress Yang's example in front, the concubines donated money and materials one after another, and informed their respective uncles and brothers outside the palace to help rescue the victims, and they must not be left behind in this matter.

Emperor Longqing has only been on the throne for three years, and although he and Empress Yang are young couples with deep feelings, they have always been evenly stained with rain and dew, impartial, and no one in the harem wants to take advantage of the good years to show his face in front of the emperor in order to have a bright future.

The harem has contributed to it, and the previous dynasty naturally can't do without expression.

So, for a while, there were many shantytowns in the capital, not to mention giving alms to help the victims in the capital, even if it was to provide food and drink for half of the people in the capital.

That's it, Shuntianfu is only responsible for contributing people, and there is no allocation for disaster relief!

"Those victims are really blessed to have caught up with the good times!" a woman sighed, "If this had been in such weather two years ago, I am afraid that the victims would have to wait for that pitiful relief porridge, and finally either starve to death or freeze to death......

Although the capital is more prosperous and wealthy than other places, it is not unheard of such a thing as starving to death and freezing to death.

"Who said it wasn't!" The other woman slapped her leg and shouted, "If it weren't for our Hou Ye's two axes to make the difference, and the Xiliang thieves and anti-thieves would not dare to act recklessly, where would there be a good life for the victims today!"

"That's it! It's all thanks to our Hou Ye! That's the famous Liang God of War Wu Anhou!"

"Being able to do things in the waiting house, when I go out and talk about it, I feel proud!"

"Yes, yes!"

……

In his tone, he was full of pride as a subordinate of the Marquis of Wu'an.

Feng Shujia heard their whispered discussions, and was also proud of her father, but when she thought of her previous life, such a great hero who defended his family and the country was destroyed because of a frame, and he couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.

Yue Fei, the general of the Southern Song Dynasty, was loyal to the country all his life, and killed Jin Wushu, the main general of the Jin soldiers, sighed helplessly: It is easy to shake the mountain, and it is a pity that the Yue family is in trouble.

is such a big hero that the enemy generals have to admire, but in the end he died tragically because of a trumped-up crime, just because he hindered the emperor of the dynasty and the way of the courtier.

Feng Yi in his previous life was so similar to Yue Fei's experience.

What is even more tragic and indignant is that Yue Fei's proposition and insistence on "welcoming back the two saints" made the new emperor uneasy and angry, while Feng Yi was only because of his own uprightness and refusal to go along with the king of Fenyang, so he was tragically framed by the king of Fenyang for colluding with Li Jing and fabricating evidence of treason against the enemy, so that he robbed his family and exterminated his family.

It is really disappointing to have such a powerful minister, or such a court that does not distinguish between right and wrong, and does not distinguish between loyalty and treachery......

Feng Shujia's heart was depressed, and she didn't hear what the Bai family next to her said for a while, until the Bai family patted her on the shoulder, she suddenly came back to her senses, was startled, looked up and asked blankly, "What?"

Seeing Feng Shujia's blank face, Bai couldn't help but sigh lightly and said, "What do you want? Mother called you for a long time but there was no response. ”

Feng Shujia hurriedly shook off the concealment in her heart, hugged Bai's arm and said with a smile: "I'm thinking, what are the Lishan monks doing in such a snowy weather." ”

The reason for the nonsense was just to divert Bai's attention, so that she would not worry because she was at a loss.

Sure enough, as soon as the Bai clan heard the name of the Lishan monk, he immediately threw away what he had just asked, and asked with a curious smile: "Why did you suddenly remember that the Lishan monk is here?"

"Lishan layman is a hidden Confucian, knowledgeable, peerless, the world admires, but it is rare to see the true face...... In this moment of snow and silence, ordinary people are nested in the house to keep warm, not knowing what an otherworldly person like him is doing. Feng Shujia pursed her lips and smiled.

I thought to myself, at this moment, the Lishan monks, I am afraid that it is an excuse to close the mountain under the pretext of heavy snow and the cold weather, holding the wine gourd in one hand and the sauce pig's trotters in the other, eating and drinking happily.

Feng Shujia once asked the Lishan monk why he was such a free-spirited and otherworldly fairy-like character, but why he lived so much in private.

The Lishan monk was burping at that time, squinted at Feng Shujia, and said as a matter of course: "Immortals, falling from the sky to the mortal world, without the magic power of immortals, how can you do it without eating and satisfying your stomach? I'm afraid that I will starve to death in a few days! What's more, I'm just like an immortal, so naturally I have to eat more worldly!"

After that, he stuffed a whole leg of roast chicken into his mouth, devoured it, and chewed it loudly, as if he was afraid that she, who had been hungry for three days, would pounce on her and snatch it.

"A literati like a monk like a Lishan layman, in such weather, he either splashes ink on the snow and carves it, or 'green ants roast wine, red clay small stove', and he is as quiet and light as a mountain forest fairy. Bai Shi said with a look of fascination to the wind and snow outside the window.