At the end of winter, the weather is cold and the snow comes in the evening. The wells are frozen thin, and the branches fall in the west wind.

In two days, it will be the solar term of light snow.

Snow began to fall in the evening, and with the north wind howling, the chickens and ducks ran back to their homes.

The heating in the Zhuangzi has been turned on, and the single-layer glass windows are covered with snow and cannot see the outside clearly.

Li Yi was reading a letter in his hand, and praised it from time to time.

The letter was naturally written by Zhong Shaojing, the words were more euphemistic, the central idea was prominent, and he asked for money.

"I want to come to the beautiful place of Zhuangzi to hold a calligraphy and painting party, and I say that I have a strong literati atmosphere in Zhuangzi."

Li Yi looked at it and wanted to laugh, isn't the place with a strong literati atmosphere Guozijian?

The literati atmosphere at the court meeting is stronger, and what a good place to be in the Yuan Palace.

"I think Keda and I have a heart, and we both think of each other.

The scenery is beautiful, Zhuangzi can't bend the water there, it snows heavily tonight, and tomorrow it will all be frozen. ”

Li Yi ate the casserole of white-fleshed sauerkraut and bloody sausages, and calculated how to hold an outdoor calligraphy exchange meeting in winter.

"The proprietor, you can manually break the ice and wash it down the river." Bihe gives an idea.

She and Cuiliu shared a bone-splitting meat sauerkraut casserole, and occasionally grabbed the mushrooms from the chicken stewed mushrooms that the eunuchs ate.

"Good way, then drink cold wine, and give them all to drink."

Li Yi thought about a group of people taking wine in the cold water and then pouring it down, the feeling was ......

After eating, he wrote a reply, saying that it was an honor and that everyone was welcome to come and freeze in the light snow.

Early in the morning of October 18, the letter was delivered.

Tomorrow Xiaoxue, Zhong Shaojing has less than a day to prepare, and he doesn't know how many people he can bring.

The farmers swept away the snow from the road, and the ice around the well was knocked down.

Li Yi began to prepare gifts, and by the way, he wanted to take out the things that paid 80 percent of the tax and show them to others.

He was going to give Zhong Shaojing one, but the others didn't give it, it was too expensive.

In the morning, Zhong Shaojing received the letter and smiled, thinking that Li Yi was still very good at talking!

He began to organize manpower, not to mention that he, the vice president of the calligraphy association, was taken down from the position of Shangshu.

His current grade is higher than that of Shangshu, and the president is His Majesty, who doesn't care about anything.

As soon as he said hello, the news spread quickly.

"Something is going to happen again, Li Yi has too many things to do this year, and he can't be idle." Yao Chong learned about the situation, and Li Yi was actually willing to entertain people in Zhuangzi.

According to his understanding of Li Yi, if there is nothing beneficial, Li Yi will not put people in.

"I'm tired. Let's spend all day wondering what he's doing. It's better to think about where you still need to arrange. Zhang said he was distressed.

He found that he couldn't come up with any good ideas that would benefit Datang.

As long as you think about where you need to improve, you will guarantee that Li Yi's figure will appear in your heart, the kind that will linger.

"Send someone in to see what happens." Lu Huaishen is more stable and has installed people.

The next day, as soon as the city gate opened, Zhong Shaojing traveled with more than 100 people, all of whom he chose to write better.

In the past, events were organized for eating, drinking, and receiving gifts.

Not only Zhong Shaojing knows, but the people he chooses also know that whoever goes to the Li family Zhuangzi will not leave empty-handed.

At the head of the Bashui Bridge, the group was inspected.

The people of Qianniuwei still live in tents, but the tents have changed from the original canvas tents to tents with leather on the canvas outside.

The floor of the tent is a thick straw mat, and inside the tent there is a large pottery basin.

Put a little water in the basin, and the honeycomb coal stove of the Li family Zhuangzi sat in the basin, and the ashes of the lit hands fell and went out in the water.

The group crossed the bridge, and Li Yi was surrounded by palace maids and eunuchs at the bridge.

Zhong Shaojing and Li Yi met, the first time they met.

The two sides looked at each other, Zhong Shaojing looked good, of course, it has nothing to do with the character as his person, he is so long.

As for Li Yi, he is still so delicate, and when he was replaced, he could be called Xiao Xianrou.

Compared with Xiao Xianrou, Li Yi's eyes showed a look of perseverance.

"President Zhong and all the members are here, and the Li family Zhuangzi suddenly has a hint of spring." Li Yi greeted first.

"Dr. Li's Zhuangzi, even if the snow falls, there is not the slightest chill." Zhong Shaojing also said kind words.

The others couldn't interject, Zhong Shaojing is now from the second rank of the official, and Li Yi is too, and the two are equal.

"President Zhong, please, everyone." Li Yi stretched out his hand to invite.

The group walked in, looked around, and saw one snowman after another.

There are also children who take a day off during the light snow festival, where a large group of children have a snowball fight around the snowman.

Each person has a bamboo tool for making snowballs, and it is not allowed to hold the snow ball directly with their hands.

The snow in his hand was tight, and it hurt to hit people's faces.

The snow ball made with the tool once is loose, and it is not allowed to press the snowball twice.

"Dr. Li, on this beautiful occasion, can you have a poem?" Zhong Shaojing found a topic.

"There's someone else who wrote it, and I said it, so guess what was written, okay?" Li Yi gave face today.

Zhong Shaojing was really happy, Li Yi easily didn't compose poems for others, and today he said casually, look, the poem is coming.

"Please also ask Dr. Li to come here." Zhong Shaojing, please.

"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog. In the middle of the night, the morning goes. When you don't have a lot of spring dreams, you can't find anywhere to go to the clouds. ”

Li Yi opened his mouth and threw out the poem written by Lao Bai.

This poem was also composed to a tune at his time, and it sounded very melodious.

However, the people at that time gave various understandings, but Li Yi felt that they were not very accurate.

"Good poetry, I never thought that Dr. Li still had Buddha nature in his heart. Everything has a way, like a dream bubble. If fog is like electricity, it should be viewed as such. ”

Someone in the team spoke out and praised Li Yi, anyway, he just picked a good one.

Li Yi even wrote one: Why are you so white in the heavy snow, it only came last night. When you're leaving, I'll say goodbye to you.

Those who come today may also boast from beginning to end.

"This is a false praise for Brother Ren, do you know what I am talking about?" Li Yi was modest and asked.

Everyone is dumbfounded? Write poetry and something? Guessing?

"Look at the bungalow in the Zhuangzi, which has been left undemolished." Li Yi didn't say anything else, leading everyone forward.

It didn't take long to come to that row of bungalows, where the classrooms are now.

When the classroom house, replaced with glass windows, there is no use for paper windows.

Li Yi stood in front of a house with paper windows, looking, looking at the windows.

Last night the temperature was low, and there was frost on the windows, as well as on the glass.

As the sun rises and the temperature rises, the frost on the windows melts and then dissipates.

Zhong Shaojing was taken aback, and he repeated the poem that Li Yi had just recited: "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog." In the middle of the night, the morning goes. When you don't have a lot of spring dreams, you can't find anywhere to go to the clouds. ”

After reading it, he smiled: "It turned out that it was about the frost flowers on the window, and sure enough, it was a flower flying flower, the fog was not foggy, it appeared at night, and it left during the day." ”

"President Zhong is very smart, since you guessed correctly, there is a gift here." Li Yi showed a powerful expression.

Green Pine, who was carrying a wooden box next to him, put the box on the ground, opened it, and took something out of it.

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