Snowflakes were flying in the sky, like a picture scroll.

There was a hint of a smile on the young man's slightly vicissitudes of life, like a big child at the moment, the child's world is always wonderful and mysterious.

The flute was inserted vertically and pressed against Mei Xiaohan's chest, and Mei Xiaohan retreated again and again.

"You bully? It's really unkind! ”

"Don't you know that hitting me is hitting yourself?"

The snow was already more than a foot thick, but the boy was dressed in a single shirt and pants. The complexion was a little pale, in fact, it was originally white, but now it is even whiter under the reflection of the moonlight and snow.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Mei Xiaohan asked.

The young man sighed and said, "There is a mad Taoist priest who came to my door and said some crazy things, saying that my life is not long and I don't want to say a word. ”

"It's... What does it have to do with me? ”

"So... You're coming, I'm dead, doesn't that have anything to do with you? ”

The young man said: "That Taoist priest went east, saying that he wanted to find a soul-returning herb, the short one is half a year, and the elder one year is a year, but he doesn't know why he will never return."

Mei Xiaohan squatted on the ground, rolled a small snowball, and threw it away. The snowball staggered in an arc under the moonlight, landed in the distance, and fell to pieces.

"I haven't seen snow in years, and this one is the most interesting."

The young man put down the flute, turned around, looked at the moon and said, "Later, this Taoist priest gave me a dream." ”

"Dream?"

Mei Xiaohan almost jumped up. On the contrary, I am not so scared.

"The gods are chattering, it can't be a ghost, right?"

The Taoist priest walked hundreds of miles to the east, asking around about the legends and stories of the Soul Returning Incense, but he knew nothing.

Later, I passed through a small village, but I couldn't continue because of the heavy rain, so I stayed.

On the top of the cliff, a small gourd grew.

"That's right... It's a little gourd."

Mei Xiaohan's eyes widened, and she said, "Little gourd? Are you sure it's a small gourd, not a big gourd, an old gourd? ”

The young man nodded affirmatively: "It's a small gourd, a magical little gourd." ”

"Could it be... That little gourd is the Soul Returning Grass? ”

"Alas... Now it's useless to find that little gourd. The boy sighed.

"Could it be that little gourd I picked up?"

"You're making it clear..."

A gust of wind whistled by, rolling up a white expanse.

Yes... Yes... Yes...

shouted three times in a row, and a force dragged Mei Xiaohan hard.

kicked his legs, stood up from the bed in a daze, his whole body was in a cold sweat, and the quilt was already soaked.

Calabash... Small gourd... Small gourd...

The dog stumbled from the back room when he heard the sound, and the owner: "What's the matter, is it bedwetting?" ”

Waking up from the bed, Mei Xiaohan walked back and forth in the room, walking several times in a row.

"Where?"

Seeing that there was nothing under the bed, Mei Xiaohan shook her head and said, "It's really strange!." ”

"Master, what are you looking for?" The dog still had a puzzled face.

The dog took the small gourd in his hand and shook it, and said, "The master is ashamed, he still plays with the small gourd when he is so big." ”

Seeing this, Mei Xiaohan's face changed drastically, she became extremely nervous, and hurriedly wanted to grab the dog.

"If you don't beat and scold for a few days, you will be solid, and the little gourd will be broken for me, and I will sell you to the palace as a little eunuch."

Hearing this, the dog trembled with fright, and a bubble of urine dripped down his trouser leg.

At this moment, most of the dream had woken up, and Mei Xiaohan suddenly felt that her mouth was dry.

walked up to the dog, snatched the small gourd from his hand, and held it tightly in his hand, but his back was numb.

He staggered to the door, pushed open the door, and there was a white expanse outside.

It snowed heavily overnight, and the entire city of Raozhou turned into a white world.

The fog is foggy, the silence is silent, and the cold is pressing.

"In the coming year, there will be a bumper harvest of potatoes!"

The rising sun climbed over the Yunwu Mountain, revealing a small spot, and the light had already covered the entire hill.

The snow is still thick, but the sun is still cold...

Early in the morning, the mirror pulled two bundles of firewood and walked into the yard, scolding while chopping: "Damn black-hearted trader, two bundles of firewood were sold for ten cents." ”

"The price of the big baked cake has also increased, and it has been sold for three cents!"

"Sanwen money, that's a delicate thing that only the old man eats."

"Mirror, what are you talking about? Don't be lazy and work hard. ”

The dog leaned bare-bottomed against the window and shouted at the mirror working outside.

"The price has gone up, the price has gone up!"

Mei Xiaohan came back from a circle outside, carrying two wild hares in her hands, followed by a man with a large bag of charcoal on his back.

"Carry the charcoal to the firewood room!"

"Wow... There is a hare to eat, and the dog licks his lips with his tongue! ”

"The hosts... Where did this mountain hare come from? ”

Looking at the look of the dog and the cat when he saw the mouse, Mei Xiaohan said: "The things outside have been sold out, and the prices have skyrocketed, so it was not easy to buy two wild mountain hares." ”

A heavy snowfall caused the price of goods in the city of Deraozhou to skyrocket.

Mei Xiaohan's small money village also ushered in a hot exchange business, due to the rise in prices, the circulation of copper coins has also increased, and the exchange ratio of silver to copper plates once reached 1:700.

For several days in a row, the rush swept by, and soon the only few hundred taels of silver in Mei Xiaohan's small money village were snatched up.

What determines how much money you make is sometimes not how much capital you have, how much talent you have, how many ideas you have.

Sometimes all it takes is a heavy snowfall!

This time, although Mei Xiaohan didn't make a lot of money, he tasted the sweetness.

The operation mode of the small money bank is deformed and unhealthy, Mei Xiaohan wants to change this abnormal model, and if she wants to make the money bank operate normally, she must have other business channels.

Golden pimple! The golden pimple, which has a very high yield, can be harvested as long as it blooms in spring.

Mei Xiaohan has already stored the sprouted potatoes in a constant temperature environment, and it is a huge wealth to cut the potatoes into pieces, smear them with plant ash, and sow them on the fertile land.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed, suspected of frost on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, looking down at the gourd...

Calabash...

What is this magical little gourd that is sacred?

Mei Xiaohan was puzzled, wondering, could her fate be dominated by this little gourd like this.

The aroma of roasted hare echoed in the yard, gnawing on the hare's legs, Mei Xiaohan always felt that something was missing.

Drinking rice wine with a low degree and surrounding the stove, his face looked red.

There was no taste in the mouth except for the burnt smell of salt and the fishy smell of rabbit.

If you have chili sauce and sprinkle it with a layer of secret seasoning, it's perfect.

It's just a pity that this kind of thing that modern people think is ordinary is impossible to appear in the Great Song Dynasty.

For modern people, the diet of the Song people is still too monotonous.

In this era of prosperous commerce, although there is a prosperous economy and commerce, the food is still too simple.

When can you taste the delicacy of your hometown, even if it is a simple gold pimple, in this era, it will be a delicacy in the world...

Most of the wild hares were eaten by the dog alone, Mei Xiaohan never thought that such a young child could eat so much.

The mirror ate more, in addition to eating most of the hare, he also ate three chicken legs and three baked cakes.