Not long after Tang Yunwen left, another heavy snow came with the north wind.

Huddled in the thick quilt, holding the hand stove in his arms, Gu Mengping didn't feel cold.

Since the Taizu of this dynasty conquered the country, he forced the people to plant cotton. In order to popularize this law, Taizu also stipulated that if you are willing to plant cotton, you can reduce the field tax. The enthusiasm of the people suddenly rose, and cotton was planted on a large scale throughout the country.

The blessing of Totaizu! Gu Mengping said secretly.

Rubbing the scriptures left by Tang Yunwen in his hand, Gu Mengping fell into deep thought.

Although he had lived here for eleven years, he spoke and acted the same as he does now. But in his bones, he is not an ancient person at all. In the first few years of his arrival, he had not been able to fit in. Even if he was respectful to the old monk on the surface, he knew that he had contempt for the ancients in his bones.

It wasn't until he had lived with the old monk for a long time that he slowly changed his opinion.

The more he studied, the more he admired the old monk. Slowly put away his arrogant heart and began to calm down.

He knew that his way out would ultimately be the imperial examination. Why did the old monk start teaching him the Four Books and Five Classics since he could remember, and he also had this idea. It's just that neither he nor the old monk thought that his life had nothing to do with Xidafang.

has nothing to do with Xi Dafang, he can no longer borrow the identity of Xi Dafang's son. Not only that, but because he had to keep filial piety in the outer three rooms, he couldn't even go out to study.

Fortunately, he met Jiang Sixian and Tang Yunwen.

In the past six months, the knowledge taught by the two of them is no less than that of Confucianism.

However, after presiding over next year's county examination, Jiang Sixian will return to Beijing. Once Jiang Sixian returned to Beijing, he had no support in Runing Mansion.

But when I think about it, he is an adult, not a real teenager. Why rely on others? There are still three years to go, so be diligent in the future, read more books and read more scriptures, and don't worry about having no future.

Thinking like this, his heart also calmed down, and he was no longer impetuous. The books and scriptures that he had read flashed in his mind one by one like a marquee, and he kept speculating and pedanticing, so that he didn't even notice that Gongsun Yuan came into the house.

Gongsun Yuan had just practiced swords in the courtyard and walked into the house with his hands in hand. Seeing Gu Mengping sitting on the bed like an old monk, he couldn't help but take a few more looks.

He also showed a contemplative expression.

It has been half a month since one of his guards was sent away, but there is no news to this day.

I've lived here long enough, do you want to move around? But now it's freezing outside, and it's extremely difficult to go out.

Moreover, he was afraid that the guards would not be able to find him when they returned.

Thinking of this, he was also like Gu Mengping, with a solemn face.

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In a blink of an eye, the nine characters of "Weeping willows in front of the court to cherish the spring breeze" in the upper room have been marked with more than a dozen hooks with a red pen, and the plum blossom ninety-nine cold picture in Gu Mengping's house has also been stained with more than a dozen petals.

On the winter solstice, a branch of Sumei is painted, there is one petal for eighty, one petal is dyed on the day, and the petal is exhausted and ninety-nine is out, then the spring is deep.

Seeing that the winter is getting deeper and deeper, it is almost the wax moon. The people sent by Gongsun Yuan still didn't have any news, and his breath was no longer stable, and he became a little impatient.

Gu Mengping seemed to see something, so he handed a message to Gu Shaohua and Gu Xingyun and invited them to come to the house to play.

He knew that he couldn't help Gongsun Yuan, and the only thing he could do was to do his best as a friend.

What if Gongsun Yuan is the prince? There is no need for him to stutter, and there is no need for him to be subservient.

From the beginning of the lunar month to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the whole of China has fallen into the joy of the New Year. Taizu was a hard-nosed monarch, and since his accession to the throne, the military capabilities of the dynasty have been rising. In terms of internal governance, he is even more of a good hand, which few dynasties can match. A few years after he ascended the throne, there were still some rebels who wanted to restore the former Song Dynasty, but after another ten years, none of the rebels appeared, and the people only occasionally recalled the former Song Dynasty when the storyteller talked about the romance of the Tang and Song dynasties.

Every festival is a carnival celebration full of tricks, not only varied, but also relatively long.

The outer three rooms were no exception, and everyone got up early on the day of Laba, cleaned the courtyard, and tidied up the house. In the morning, the god of joy will be respectfully invited to the hall to worship, pickled laba garlic and pickled cabbage at noon, and in the afternoon to drive away the disease, that is, in the courtyard to set up an offering table, on which all kinds of dried fruit cakes are placed to worship the Bull Demon King, Bima Plague and Zhu Bajie. They are the gods who manage livestock and inspect the situation of livestock in the world, so they must give the livestock good grass, good fodder and good food during the Laba Festival, so as to prevent the gods of the Bull Demon King from punishing them.

After eating Laba porridge in the evening, the old monk was ready to start preaching, because Laba was the day of Shakyamuni's enlightenment, and the people of the Buddhist family attached great importance to this festival, which was also one of the homework that the old monk had to do every year.

Knowing that the old monk was going to preach, Liangbang Lane quickly became lively, and everyone gathered and rushed out to the three rooms.

Originally, he was scheduled to give a lecture to his family in the upper room, but there was not enough space for this time. Gu Mengping was afraid that the old monk would not be able to freeze, so he volunteered to preach for the old monk.

The old monk groaned, and his jaw head agreed.

As a result, the children of Liangbang Lane opened their eyes, and they heard "Journey to the West" hundreds of years in advance.

“…… But it is said that the Monkey King returned to his hometown, killed the demon king of the mixed world, seized a big knife, practiced martial arts day by day, taught the little monkey to cut bamboo as a standard, cut wood as a knife, govern the flag, whistle, advance and retreat, set up camp and go to the village, and played for a long time. Suddenly, he sat quietly and thought: "I am afraid that this act will come true, or it will alarm the king of people, or the king of birds and beasts will admit that this is the culprit, saying that we are rebelling and raising teachers to kill each other, and you are all bamboo poles and wooden knives, how can we fight the enemy?" A sharp sword is required. Now I can't ......"

This lecture is the third time, and Gu Mengping's mouth is dry.

It's not that he doesn't want to preach, but just after a while, the children rush over. At that time, he was talking about the Buddha cutting meat and feeding it to the eagle......

The children were curious and asked.

Gu Mengping saw that the children's attention only stayed on novelties, so he simply talked about "Journey to the West".

This talk is a little out of control! Gu Mengping also regretted it......

At first, Gongsun Yuan just leaned on the pillar and looked boredly into the courtyard. Listening to this, his gaze became strange.

By the time he had finished listening to the first time, he had unconsciously straightened up.

The complexion is solemn.

After the neighborhood dispersed, Gongsun Yuan glanced at Jiamu, who was chasing Gu Mengping to ask about the next time, and walked in front of Gu Mengping.

Jia Mu blushed when he saw Gongsun Yuan, and when he saw him approaching, he hurriedly pulled Ying Sleeve's sleeve and ran to the backyard.

"Has Meng Ping ever read "Crane Soaring to the Sky: On the Gold List"?" Gongsun Yuan coughed and asked unintentionally.

Gu Mengping was stunned and stood suddenly.

This poem was made by Liu Yong, a lyricist in the Northern Song Dynasty, and this word reached the ears of Song Renzong, who scolded with a smile: "This person is good to 'sing in a low voice', why should he be 'famous'?" Let's fill in the words. Liu Yong has since fallen off the list, and he has been ruined for life, and when he died, he relied on the courtesan's donation to bury him.

He turned his head to look at Gongsun Yuan, but saw that his bright eyes were looking at him for a moment.

Gu Mengping suddenly understood that Liu Yong's talent was very high, no less than Su Dongpo, but what happened to him?

If "Journey to the West" reaches the ears of outsiders, what will readers think of him? Is he going to live on a notebook for the rest of his life? He doesn't have Liu Yong's talent, so how can there be a Yan Shu to speak for him?

Thinking of this, he took a deep look at Gongsun Yuan.

Seeing that he instantly understood the meaning of his words, Gongsun Yuan smiled thinly.

However, the fact that Gu Mengping wrote a strange book still spread.

Every time he went out, the children of Liangbang Lane would always gather behind him, staring at him, hoping that he would come back for the fourth......

However, two days later, Gu Weiyu of Dongfu knew about this matter.

He sent a housekeeper to call Gu Mengping to the East Mansion.

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