The captain shook the oar, and the canopy boat swayed leisurely and returned to the sea, and Wang Siren ordered: "Send Zhang Yuan back to Shanyin first." ”

At this time, the sky is getting more and more gloomy, the north wind is blowing more and more urgently, the cabin is as dark as dusk, the bamboo canopy on the top of the boat is blown by the cold north wind "crackling" straight sound, Wu Ling, who is sitting by the cabin door, has just drunk the last mouthful of noodle soup in the bowl, and is smacking his mouth to taste it, the thick door curtain "whew" was blown open by the wind, and then it was closed again, Wu Ling felt that his face was cold, and in the bowl, there were a few crystal snowflakes that were slowly melting - "It's snowing, it's snowing again." ”

Wu Ling shouted, put down the dishes and chopsticks, probed out of the curtain of the cabin door, looked at the snowflakes that were falling in the air, and said to the swaying boat: "Uncle, it's snowing." ”

The captain smiled: "You children like snow, don't we, we don't like it very much, this winter is too cold, the fruit trees are going to freeze to death, next year you won't have oranges to eat." ”

Wu Ling stammered: "The trees will freeze to death, not so." ”

"It's hard to say. ”

…… Wang Siren heard the dialogue between Wuling and Gong Gong, and sighed: "In the thirteenth year of Wanli, the emperor walked more than ten miles to the Temple of Heaven to pray for rain, and in recent years, natural disasters have continued, or floods, or droughts, or locusts, or water and drought, drought and locusts, but a group of rats crossed the river, and the food folk fields were exhausted, but the emperor was indifferent, and even the music of the oysters was delayed, and the national fortune was becoming more and more decadent. ”

Zhang Yuan asked cautiously: "Teacher, what is the reason why the emperor has not been in court for many years?" ”

Wang Siren said: "There are many reasons, and the courtiers are angry, the body is too fat and too lazy to move, the sick foot gout, and so on." I didn't want to talk to Zhang Yuan about the palace ban, and then talked about the famine: "Four years ago, I was in Xingping County, Xi'an Prefecture, and I encountered a major drought. ”

Zhang Yuan said: "Teacher, students know that there are sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn that are resistant to cold and drought in Fujian, which are suitable for mountain planting, only need to sow seeds, and there will be a harvest in the coming year. ”

Wang Siren nodded and said: "I have heard of this, it seems to be a seed from Luzon and Java, and the Jingshi side calls potatoes as soil taro, which is really drought tolerant and easy to plant, but Shaanxi has not seen anyone plant, this is not something that the local officials want to promote, those landlords who have thousands of acres of land are only willing to plant rice and wheat that can be sold for money, just like the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River, many fertile fields are not even planted with rice and wheat, planting melons and fruits, planting mulberry hemp, what is worth planting, once there is a famine, there will be no surplus grain. ”

Zhang Yuanxin said: "It's just other places, Shaanxi must vigorously promote the planting of sweet potatoes and corn, as long as it can fill the stomach, Gao Yingxiang, Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong These people can't incite so many peasants to rebel, of course, the fall of the Ming Dynasty is not because of the promotion of sweet potatoes, land annexation, government [***], and continuous party struggle are the main reasons for the destruction of the country, relying on sweet potatoes to save the country is obviously a bit absurd, but the promotion of sweet potatoes is definitely an effective shortcut to delay the outbreak of the crisis. He said: "Sweet potatoes, potatoes and corn do not need to occupy fertile land, they can be planted on hillsides and wasteland. ”

Wang Siren said that it was a little strange for Zhang Yuan to say sweet potatoes so solemnly, but it was obviously a good thing for Zhang Yuan to care about current affairs, which of the current talented people cared about these things, and said with a smile: "I am idle at home, and now my reputation is not as loud as yours, you should work hard, and I will be promoted to promote sweet potato planting, haha." ”

Wang Yingzi also laughed, looked at Zhang Yuan and said, "Sweet potato county order." ”

There is no way, the words can only be said to this part, this thing really has to be done step by step, now people are soft-spoken, and no one takes it seriously, although Mr. Wang has a heart of concern for the people, he never expected that the Ming Dynasty only had 30 years of national ancestry, and now Jiangnan is a prosperous scene - Zhang Yuan smiled: "When the students are examined, the sweet potato seeds are rotten." ”

Talking and laughing, the boat arrived at the Bashi Bridge in Shanyin County, which was not far from the Fuxue Palace, Zhang Yuan said: "Teacher, the students will go ashore here." ”

Wang Siren said: "Well, you go, every art is said to be one, two ancient texts can be one, and you have to read more poems, learn to write, have eight skills, it should not be difficult to write poems, and Mr. Qidong of Dashan Temple appreciates you very much, you can also often go to him for advice, rest assured, I don't have a view of the door." ”

Zhang Yuan said with a smile: "Students are still willing to ask Mr. Tan An for advice, and they can learn a lot of knowledge outside of books." ”

Wang Siren smiled and waved his hand: "Go ahead, be careful on the road." ”

Zhang Yuan saluted Wang Siren with his crossed hands, and then made a gesture to Wang Yingzi - Wang Yingzi returned the salute, watching Zhang Yuan and Wuling master and servant jump ashore, waving goodbye to the boat, the snow in the sky seemed to go to Zhang Yuan, straight to Zhang Yuan's head and shoulders, Wang Yingzi said to his father Wang Siren: "Daddy, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, we don't have an umbrella on the boat." ”

Wang Siren said deliberately: "There is a handful, keep it for my father's own use." ”

Wang Yingzi's face flushed, she bit her lip, and when she looked through the gap in the canopy window, Zhang Yuan had already run up to the Bashi Bridge and went to the Fuxue Palace, followed closely by Xiao Xi Nu Wuling.

…… More than a mile away, Zhang Yuan ran home in one breath, entered the bamboo fence gate, stomped under the eaves of the porch, stomped off the snow on the edge of the leather shoes, shook his head and shook his body, shook the snow on the Han scarf and shoulders, Wuling also shook the snow like the young master, and when they looked at each other, there were only a little wet marks, which showed that the weather was cold and the snow was not easy to melt.

Back in the inner courtyard, Zhang's mother Lu Shi hurriedly instructed the cook to give Zhang Yuan and the two hot meals, and of course the bowl of noodles on the boat was not enough.

Shi Shuang moved a charcoal red brazier to the study of the west building, placed it under the desk, Zhang Yuan stepped on both sides of the brazier when he copied Xiaokai, his legs were warm, his whole body was warm, while practicing calligraphy, he occasionally looked up at the door, the snow was so dense that he could not see the south building on the other side of the patio, and his breath was like clouds and clouds - Mu Zhenzhen did not come over these days, I don't know if she went to buy warm boots to wear, last time Zhang Yuan gave her three coins of silver to let her go to the shoe shop to customize, think about the day Mu Zhenzhen was wet by the well and her feet were red, Zhang Yuan still feels that his feet are cold - the snow is tight and slow, and it falls intermittently until the afternoon of the next day, and the snow in the back garden is two feet thick. ”

At the end of the day, the snow finally stopped, Wuling, Rabbit Pavilion and the stone brothers played with a snowman in the back garden, Zhang Yuan roasted the fire in the study, made eight strands, wrote ancient texts, there are many topics in the eight strands, you can do it, on behalf of the sages, you can pull it, but the ancient texts don't know what to write, you have to feel it, it is quite difficult to write a piece in two days, I have a little experience in my previous life, but I can't write, I think about it, or write a policy theory, similar to Jia Yi's "On the Qin Dynasty", Su Shi's "On Staying in the Hou", which is also one of the ancient texts, is able to exert their own insight, and can also borrow the past to satirize the present, The disadvantages of the needle - the little girl Rabbit Pavilion may have been taught by Yi Ting, don't care about playing, you have to wait for a good young master, so after playing for a while, she came back and poked out her head by the door of the study, and asked, "Young master, do you have any instructions?" Hearing Zhang Yuan say "it's okay", he ran back to play, and after about two moments, he would poke his head out and ask again.

This time, the footsteps sounded again, and Zhang Yuanxin said: "Why are you asking so diligently, I haven't written a few words yet." He didn't raise his head and said, "It's okay, play with you." ”

But he heard Mu Zhenzhen's shy voice and said, "Young Master-"

Zhang Yuan raised his head and saw Mu Zhenzhen standing outside the door, his head wrapped in a green handkerchief, wearing a blue silk cloth narrow collared long jacket and long skirt, all green, reflecting the snow in the patio behind him, clear and picturesque.

Zhang Yuan beckoned: "Really come in." ”

Mu Zhenzhen entered the study, Zhang Yuan looked at her feet, wore a pair of gray and black felt boots, the Ming Dynasty dress system, officials and students above the meritorious person can wear leather boots, the common people are only allowed to wear leather or felt boots, but since Jiajing, these grade regulations have been in vain, the common people, businessmen all wear straight seam leather boots, Zhang Cao, Zhang Yuan has no fame, it is not wrong to wear white leather boots, but after all, the status of the fallen people is the lowest, I don't dare to wear leather boots, felt boots can be worn, felt boots are the Mongols to the Central Plains, no leather boots are good-looking, but the cold is better - Zhang Yuan saw that the felt boots on Mu Zhenzhen's feet were not stained and there were no wet marks, so he asked: "Are you really flying over, can you not wet your shoes with such thick snow?" "I suspect that this fallen girl came here in straw sandals and changed into it, and her tone was a little displeased.

Mu Zhenzhen said busily: "Young master, the little maid wore my father's straw sandals on top of the felt boots, so that the boots were not wet." ”

Zhang Yuan said: "Didn't lie to me? ”

Mu Zhenzhen said: "No, the little maid doesn't dare, the snow is so big, and the little maid is not a fool who doesn't know hot and cold." As he spoke, he took out a penny of silver and put it in the corner of the bookcase, and said, "Young master, it cost two coins of silver to make felt boots, and there is one penny of silver left." ”

Zhang Yuan didn't bother to bother with her, put down the pen, and said, "Let's go to the back garden to play in the snow together, I'm tired of reading and writing." ”

The back garden after the snow is completely different, the snow is as thick as felt, stepping on a snow hole, Wuling and the stone brothers piled up a five-foot-high snowman, the snowman's head is only a little smaller than the body, sitting there stunned, Rabbit Pavilion looked left and right at the snowman, and said to Zhang Yuan and Mu Zhenzhen: "Young master, Sister Zhenzhen, the snowman's head is crooked." ”

Zhang Yuan leaned over and pinched a ball of snow at the snowman's head, and said with a smile: "This is unruly, teach it a lesson." ”

Wuling and the stone brothers pinched up the snow ball to hit the snowman, the snowman did not move, let it fight, it was not interesting to hit the snowman, Wuling and they fought each other, and it was very lively for a while.

Zhang Yuan saw Mu Zhenzhen standing aside with a smile and didn't want to play, so he picked up the snow ball and said to her: "Zhenzhen, watch and fight." "Gently throw over the snowballs.

Mu Zhenzhen didn't dodge, the snow ball hit her left chest, and her face suddenly turned red, she didn't expect the young master to hit so accurately, and it just hit there.

Zhang Yuan said "uh", the conscience of heaven and earth, he didn't mean it, he just hit it crookedly.

At this time, Shi Shuang stepped on the snow from the well and shouted, "Young master, Xizhang's Nengzhu is here, and I have something to inform the young master." ”

Zhang Yuan hurried to see Nengzhu, lest Mu Zhenzhen be too shy.

(To be continued)