Letting the snow in Luoyang scatter on the roof along the window, Chen Chen followed Cai Yan into the Cai family's treasure house.

For Cai Yong, the real treasure of his Cai family is the neatly arranged and well-categorized books and classics, and all the wonderful truths and knowledge in the world are deeply hidden in this full warehouse of books.

The same is true for Chen Chen.

It was also the first time in his life that he had seen so many books and classics, and the first time he had seen a warehouse, which was like a museum, and even the national museums of later generations had never displayed so many books and classics.

Chinese culture has been inherited for more than 5,000 years, and how many wonderful ideas and great teachings of our ancestors have been buried in the passing years.

Even if it has undergone countless injuries and destruction, there is not a single book and classic that can be completely handed down by the Chinese culture, but in the future, the Chinese nation will still stand on top of the world in the field of classical culture, and there is only one survivor and only one adherent in the whole world, which is enough to make countless people admire.

Chen Chen knew that when Luoyang was burned, Cai Yong's books were burned along with the prosperous Luoyang City.

Such a large library, such a complete collection of books.

Forever there will be no more.

Chen Chen admitted that when he first saw this library, he had an irrepressible anger towards Dong Zhuo and the culprits who destroyed these books.

For book lovers, so many treasures have not been circulated, among which the loss, among the regrets, is immeasurable.

However, in the final analysis, what led to all this was this decadent dynasty and this era.

Cai Yan was beside Chen Chen, stroking the thick wooden shelf where the books were stored.

Chen Chen adjusted quickly, except for him, no one would know the fate of these thousands of books.

He had already made up his mind.

In the future, we must keep these books.

And also......

"For as long as I can remember, there have been these bookshelves, when I was a child, I read books on the first and second floors, and when the back is high, I can step on a stool, so I read the third or fourth floor."

Chen Chen smiled secretly in his heart, how old is this little girl, and she has an old-fashioned taste when she speaks.

"Now I can touch the fifth floor by stepping on a stool, but I find that I haven't touched the first or second floor of books for a long time."

Cai Yan squatted next to the bookshelf, gently stroking the spine of the book, her eyes were full of tenderness, tenderness for past memories.

My mother died young, and my father was busy.

It was these books that grew up with her.

"Come on, I'll show you the books I've read before."

Waving to Chen Chen, Cai Yan gently pulled out a book from the bottom of the shelf.

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The snow in Luoyang is not big, and the snow in Jizhou in the distance is much bigger.

The wax moon in Jizhou is much more beautiful than the wax moon in Luoyang.

Hirakawa Snow Sea.

The snow floats leisurely between the heavens and the earth, and the heavens are white, and the earth is white.

This year's snow is heavier and more beautiful than the next.

"Brother Zimei, this year's snow is big enough, although the scenery is beautiful, but it's really cold enough, wait to go to the wine shop to drink a cup, I heard that Pingyunlou bought a group of famous immortals in Luoyang, hurry up and taste it, see if it's like the poem of the immortal son, you can drink immortality, hahaha."

The two scholars stood on top of the tall building and watched the snow fall in the sky.

One of them craned his neck and looked at the snow in fear, but his eyes still carried appreciation and love for such a beautiful sky, and he joked with his colleagues about the coldness of the snow, which people loved and hated.

But his colleagues seemed to have little interest in his proposal.

This Shizi, who is called Zimei, quietly watched the snow that was white to the end of the sky.

"The people...... Bitter. ”

He couldn't even afford to appreciate the beauty of the world, his brow tightly locked in worry.

"What's so bitter, our Jizhou is famous for its abundance of money and food, and the people will definitely be able to spend it safely, let's drink wine."

The other shook his head helplessly, Zimei just likes to worry so much.

"Hmm."

Zimei lowered his head, he was trapped in this Yecheng, and he had no chance to go deep into the people, but he always felt that it was not very credible, if this was the case, when he came to Yecheng to take office, the people in the countryside he saw should not be numb.

However, now he can't do anything......

He is not the only one who is powerless.

"Big brother, is there any salvation?"

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and hair knelt on the cold ground, staring up at a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, his voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, but his expression was numb.

The middle-aged Daoist shook his head, and the yellow Dao robe on his body was also covered with a thin layer of snow.

"You've asked me this seventy-four times."

He leaned down and gently closed the dead man's round eyes.

"He was frozen to death and starved to death."

Zhang Jiao pulled his brother from the ground.

"Those who freeze to death won't open their eyes."

Zhang Jiao asked the little Taoist boy beside him to bring a straw mat and gently covered the man who was frozen to death and starved to death.

Along the way, he didn't save as many people who died in front of his eyes, even if the medical skills he mastered were even called immortal arts by the people.

But......

Immortal magic can't save hunger, nor can it save cold, this is not the first time he has felt hopeless.

For so many years, he has devoted himself to the development of the Taiping Sect, is it really just as those scholars and doctors of the imperial court said, from the beginning he has a heart of disobedience?

He Zhang Jiao, he also invested all his trust in the Han, he believed that the suffering in this world lies in the pain, in the injury can not be cured, the disease cannot be cured, he has to pass on half of the "Dunjia Heavenly Book", once enlightened, all he wants to do is to use his own hands to cure the people of the Han Dynasty!

He opened his horns, worthy of the sky, worthy of the earth, and worthy of his heart.

The sheep only want to graze and survive, and they don't care who takes their wool.

As long as they can survive, who is the owner of the sheep, and who will care about the people in this world, and who will resist?

People, what's wrong?

People, what is wrong!

They just want to live.

Zhang Liang walked silently behind Zhang Jiao, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks, he himself was the people, it was not only the people who froze to death, but also his heart as a big man.

Step by step, he numbly followed Zhang Jiao to walk in the heavy snow, and suddenly, he saw his eldest brother take off his hair crown, the Heavenly Master Crown.

Watching his eldest brother spread out his hair, the hairstyle that healers usually use.

Looking at his eldest brother, he took out the turban cut from ordinary jute cloth from his robe.

"Stop!"

Zhang Jiao, who was at the front of the line, looked at the road ahead that he couldn't distinguish clearly, and raised his hand.