The winter solstice has passed, the weather is getting colder and colder, the sky at the end of the Shen began to scatter scattered scattered snowflakes, the cold wind carried the weeds that had long dried up and scattered everywhere, and some small merchants and vendors who were busy also closed their stalls early, hurried home, and avoided the severe cold of winter, and the originally noisy Rongcheng began to be deserted.

Even Yixuan Pharmacy, which is in full swing, had to close.

The night of winter is very fast, and at the end of the Shen Dynasty, it is already daylight, and the lights of each house and courtyard are lit. When Yifei and Xuan'er, who had been busy all day, were about to leave the medicine house, a carriage stopped in front of the two.

The groom is really the uncle that Gao Feiyang matched for himself: "Sir, Master Gao said, after you are done, you can go to the Drunken Immortal Building for a gathering." If the husband is tired, he can also go back first. ”

After listening to the uncle's words, Yifei couldn't help but look at the beauty around her, today can be regarded as tired Xuan'er, so she is busy before and after, and there is no rest.

"Uncle, I'm tired of telling Brother Gao, just say that I won't go today, I'm really tired." Yifei decisively refused, even the one in the Drunken Immortal Building was his own guest, because he didn't want Xuan'er to go back alone, and it was impossible to take Xuan'er to the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Xuan'er looked at him behind Yifei, her eyes were full of gratitude, but: "Yifei, the people in the Drunken Immortal Building should all be VIPs from the medicine house, is it really okay if you don't go?" ”

"It's okay, it's more important to accompany Xuan'er, let Xuan'er be at home alone, then how can I rest assured." Yifei is persistent, and it is impossible to persuade each other about what he says.

Xuan'er didn't say anything other than the sweetness in her heart. The carriage uncle listened to Yifei's words and immediately rushed to the Drunken Immortal Building, leaving only Yifei and Xuan'er.

On a night when the sky is empty, there is light snow in the sky. This is the first snow that Yifei has seen when he came to this era. Born at the foot of Changbai Mountain, it is not uncommon for him to see snow, but it is not easy to see light snow in Yizhou and southwest China. The snow here is not like the feathers of Changbai Mountain, it is petite, like white salt-like particles, which fall on the ground, cannot be piled up, and disappear immediately. If you want to build a snowman, I don't know how long you'll have to wait.

But even if it is this kind of uninteresting snow, Xuan'er is excited when she sees it.

"I've seen snow in the yard when I've been a child, and that's amazing! They are not rain, they are not wind, they are little elves. Xuan'er said, stretching out her little hand, trying to catch the falling snowflakes.

"Xuan'er." Yifei grabbed her hand, "Don't worry, one day, I will let you see more beautiful snow." Go home, it's too cold outside. ”

Hearing Yifei's concern, Xuan'er nodded: "Well, let's go home!" ”

When she got home, Xuan'er immediately ran into the hall and was responsible for lighting the carbon in the brazier. Yifei walked to the stable and added herbivore to Xiao Hei.

Now that Xiao Hei's injuries have almost completely recovered, Yi Fei is thinking that he will send Xiao Hei back to the General's Mansion if he has time. Xiao Hei is a very spiritual war horse, and the battlefield is its destination. Even if it would be cruel, it would be its life.

After adding herbs to Xiao Hei, Yi Fei entered the hall. However, he found that the house was still dark and there was no light. How? Xuan'er still wants to surprise herself?

"What's wrong, Xuan'er?" looked at Xuan'er squatting in front of the brazier, still holding something in her hand.

"Oh no, Yifei, I was in a hurry at noon, and I forgot to cover the charcoal fire in the stove room with ashes, and when I came back, I found that it was all out."

"Isn't there a fire sickle in the house?" Yifei saw that Xuan'er was a little anxious, squatted down and asked.

"No, I said I bought it casually when I got home today, but I forgot it when I was busy. What should I do Yifei, there is no fire, isn't it frozen tonight? It's all me, they all blame me, and this kind of thing can't be done. ”

There is no doubt that the ancients attached great importance to fire, and it was actually very troublesome for them to make fire. In the Imperial Palace, there is a special department in charge of lighting fires.

It is generally used with a fire sickle, that is, flint. But even with flint, it's not easy to start a fire. Now that there is no fire in the house, Xuan'er naturally blames herself.

"By the way, or I'll borrow the fire from the neighbor's house." Xuan'er was very anxious.

After Yifei saw it, he couldn't help but grab Xuan'er, who was about to get up, and pulled him closer to his arms: "Okay, okay, isn't there still me?" Yifei smiled.

"Have you ever heard of drilling wood for fire?" Through the night, Yifei seemed to enjoy this feeling, and held Xuan'er in his arms to tell her stories.

"I haven't heard of it." Xuan'er was anxious in her heart.

"Then don't worry, listen to me." Yifei hugged Xuan'er tightly, who once wanted to break free, and then sat down and put Xuan'er in his arms: "It is said that in ancient times, in the far west of the country, there was a country called Suiming Kingdom. This country is a place where neither the sun nor the moon shines, and there is no day or night. There is a big tree in this country called "Suimu", which is so big that the canopy covers 10,000 hectares of ground. In later generations, there was a wise man who roamed the world, and when he arrived in the kingdom of Suiming, he rested under the Suimu tree, and saw that the great forest was full of sparkling and beautiful fire, as brilliant as the light of pearls and precious stones. The clever man went to investigate the source of the fire, and it turned out that some large birds with long claws, black backs, and white bellies shaped like ospreys pecked at the tree pole with their short, hard beak shells, and when the birds pecked, the fire came out of the trees. Inspired by this, the wise man broke off the branches of the tree and drilled into the big branches, and sure enough, there was a fire, but there was no flame. Later, he switched to another branch to try drilling, although it was a little more difficult, but at last it smoked first, then the fire came out, and the branch burned, and he got a real fire. He returned to his country and taught the people how to drill wood for fire. The people remembered the inventor of this method of drilling wood to make fire, and called him Sui, which means "fire-maker". ”

Yifei said so much, Xuan'er slowly calmed down: "Could this be the origin of the fire?" ”

"That's right, so Xuan'er, don't worry, there is a solution to anything, I'll drill wood to make fire for you today."

After Yi Fei finished speaking, he took a straight wooden stick and a wooden stick, and then turned a notch on the wooden stick. I found some more velvet and put it under a stick.

By the moonlight, Xuan'er stared closely at Yifei's movements, he didn't expect Yifei to know so much, but can this really make fire? She was actually still a little skeptical.

Before taking the fire, Yifei prepared for a long time. This drilling wood for fire is the best preparation, as long as it is ready, in fact, it is not difficult to drill out of the fire. In the past, when I was collecting medicine from my grandfather on the mountain, I often spent the night on the mountain, and sometimes I forgot to bring matches.

When everything was ready, Yifei held his hands flat and clamped the wooden strip.

"Xuan'er, be optimistic about Luo." Yifei said confidently.

Then he roared loudly and rubbed violently.

"Ahh Yifei was full of energy, relying on the strength of the previous one, "Come out." Yifei saw the fire slag falling out of the recess.

The slag fell on the velvet, Yifei immediately grabbed it, and then after a careful fire, the flame really ignited.

"Wow!" Xuan'er couldn't help but be frightened, this could really drill fire.

Yifei hurriedly put the fire in the brazier, and after some care, he knew that the charcoal fire in the brazier was also ignited. After Xuan'er saw it, she took the initiative to hug Yifei.

"It worked, it worked. Yifei is too powerful. ”

"Hehehe, of course it worked." Seeing Xuan'er so happy, Yifei was also satisfied in his heart.

The fire just rose, and Xuan'er's feeling for Yifei became stronger and stronger, just like the flame. She could feel that Yifei had not only forgotten her memory, but also changed as a person.

But he is meticulous to himself, and his love for himself is not only the respect of his brother, but also the love of his lover.

Seeing Yifei slowly light up all the lampstands in the house, the house was brightly lit, the stove was lit, and it was warm. Xuan'er has become more and more in love.

After Yifei lit up all the rooms, he returned to the hall, helped Xuan'er up, and put on a small cotton coat for Xuan'er, "Let's go, it's time to sleep." ”

"Hmm." Xuan'er looked at Yifei with affection, and then followed him into the bedroom.

Outside the window was the silent light snow, cold, frost. Inside the room was the beating spark, warm, fiery. The two slowly fell asleep and had a warm night.

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