Outside the city, a little snow fell, but it soon melted, leaving the ground muddy and not very dry.

This is the last bit of leisure time on the Zhuangzi, except for the people who have planted new seedlings, the only errand for others is to turn and select medicinal herbs, or make pills, in their spare time, everyone roasts taro and broad beans in the sheltered place in the courtyard, and gathers together to listen to Mr. Fang tell some strange stories.

A door that had always been closed was gently pushed open, and the woman walked out wearing a thick plain robe, it was Zhou Niang.

Under the corridor sat a little maid who was eating melon seeds, called Huanglu, she was holding a soup woman in her arms, glanced at Zhou Niang, and said, "What does my aunt want?" ”

Zhou Niang said softly: "No, I just feel that it is so quiet outside today, and I want to come out to breathe." ”

The little maid glanced into her house, saw that the charcoal basin was still burning, and said, "Everyone listened to Liu's story." ”

"Then why don't you go?" Zhou Niang looked at the yellow-green childish face, smiled slightly and said, "If you don't worry about me, you can lock the door." ”

Huang Lu also laughed and said, "I'm not worried that my aunt will run, such a good day of eating and drinking, what are you running?" This is my errand, and when Qinghong comes, I'll go listen to the story. ”

Zhou Niang nodded and turned the Buddha beads in her hand.

Huang Lu glanced at her again, and didn't understand why she sat in the room every day, eating and drinking, and still lost weight day by day, so she said: "Auntie is tired of copying Buddhist scriptures, then I will talk to you." ”

Zhou Niang took out a futon from the house, rested it on the edge of the yellow and green, and sat down.

"Why is this futon broken? Let's change it. Huang Lu said.

The two holes in the futon were made by her kneeling, and Zhou Niang said: "No, just find me two pieces of cloth, and I'll patch them myself." ”

Huang Lu is just a half-grown girl, I don't know what to say to Zhou Niang, the two sat silently for a while, Zhou Niang looked at the dry grass in her hair out of nowhere, and said that she wanted to comb her hair again, Huang Lu turned his back to give her a get.

After combing his hair, the person seemed more energetic, Huang Lu ran to the tank in the yard and took a photo, and smiled at Zhou Niang with satisfaction.

Zhou Niang also laughed, there was another person in the courtyard, not Qinghong, it was a somewhat familiar woman, she approached, Zhou Niang looked at her face, and said, "Are you from the courtyard of the third young lady?" ”

Fen Niang laughed, her eyes were full of wrinkles, and she said, "My sister has a really good memory, it's me." ”

Zhou Niang also wanted to ask her why she came here, but she heard Fen Niang say to Huang Lu: "Today, Mr. Accounts said that Dongting Zhiwei, why don't you go?" ”

"Huh!? It's true? Huang Lu likes to hear this story the most, but she hesitated to glance at Zhou Niang.

Huang Lu is the girl who guards Zhou Niang, and everyone in Zhuangzi knows that Fen Niang pretended not to know and said, "You go." I'm here to talk to my sister and I'll leave when you come back. ”

Huanglu glanced at Zhou Niang again, and Zhou Niang smiled and nodded at her.

After all, Fen Niang is a person on the Zhuangzi, Zhou Niang in addition to chanting Buddha is to do needlework, never had any other eyes, yellow and green is still relieved, jumping and jumping, running and turning back to Zhou Niang: "I will come back after listening to this play!" ”

"This girl is still a child." Zhou Niang said very gently, there was no unhappiness of being imprisoned.

Fen Niang said ominously, turned her face and glanced into Zhou Niang's house, the charcoal basin in her house was still burning, but the furnishings were simple but clean.

Zhou Niang glanced at her line of sight, didn't think much about it, and just said as if she was old: "How did you come to Zhuangzi?" ”

Fen Niang rubbed her hands, and Zhou Niang looked at it, only to see a few cracks on the back of her black and yellow hands.

"My mother did something wrong at the beginning, although I had no dissenting intentions, but the young lady couldn't trust me as a person, or put it on Zhuangzi, so it was an eyesore." She tried her best to speak in a calm tone, without showing resentment.

Zhou Niang didn't know the twists and turns, so she didn't say anything, just screamed.

Fen Niang also said: "What about you, sister?" Even if the old general died, how could you be on the young lady's Zhuangzi? ”

"I also want to thank the third young master for his kindness, willing to give me this place but still alive." Zhou Niang took a breath of the cold breath in winter and said from the bottom of her heart.

Fen Niang pretended to understand whether she understood or not, and pouted: "But my sister is still in her prime......

Zhou Niang laughed self-deprecatingly, shook her head, and said to Fen Niang: "What a good year, I am a guilty person, and God has treated me very much." ”

After coming out to rest for a while, Zhou Niang felt a little unhappy in her heart, she shouldn't live her life so leisurely and comfortable, so she said to Fen Niang: "You can sit down." I went in. ”

In addition to chanting scriptures, she is also embroidering Buddhist scriptures, every embroidered book in front of the Buddha for half a month to burn, yellow, green and green two girls have burned a lot for her, that is, the two girls are not sensible, and others have seen such a delicate and attentive Buddhist scripture, must be reluctant to burn.

Fen Niang took great pains to break up the yellow and green, but it was not for the sake of just saying a few words of nonsense so painlessly, she saw Zhou Niang enter the house, and said, "Sister, let me go in to warm up, I don't have a charcoal basin in that house." ”

Zhou Niang hesitated, she didn't dislike Fen Niang's impurity, but she had always regarded her small room as a place for cultivation, and she cleaned it by herself every day, and never let Qinghong and Huanglu in.

Fen Niang wanted to sell it again, but Zhou Niang turned around and took out the charcoal basin directly, and said, "You roast your hands." I'm fine. ”

Fen Niang was very stunned, and she was afraid that she had done too much, which would arouse Zhou Niang's suspicions, so she thanked her with a blank face, and sat on the steps with her legs curled up.

When this was done, the man said that he would give her a sum of money to keep her food and clothing for the rest of her life, and that he would take her out of here.

Fen Niang couldn't help but believe that person, looking at her hands full of ravines, she was not as comfortable as Zhou Niang. How can she survive such a hard life?

In fact, Fen Niang's life is no different from most of the people in Zhuangzi, but those women are all five big and three rough mothers-in-law, and most of their lives are facing the loess with their backs to the sky, how can Fen Niang compare herself with them?

Fen Niang lifted her face from the palm of her hand and looked at the goose feather snow falling silently in the sky with an expressionless face.

Winter is about to turn the page, but it still catches up with such a heavy snowfall.

In the Wu family in the city, Zheng Lingyi said to Jiang Sheng, "It's snowing." ”

Jiang Sheng glanced up from Wu Zhi's arms, and then lowered his head to fiddle with the small wooden sword.

The last time he was interested in the weather, it was when hail fell in the summer, and Jiaojiao screamed and ran into the house, and the branches and leaves of the flowers and trees fell on the ground, the water tank was also cracked, and the roof tiles were broken a lot, but fortunately no one was hurt.

Jiang Sheng hugged Jiaojiao and comforted, frowned and said, "Why did you get off the stone?" ”

Zheng Lingyi said that this is called hail, it is a Xiaoice block, Jiang Sheng showed a clear look, and said: "Oh, it's too hot, the gods sent us ice cubes." ”

The children's words made Zheng Lingyi and Wu Zhu laugh.

However, after this hailstorm, rumors spread in the capital, saying that there was a vision in the sky, but it was because of the emperor's loss of virtue, Zheng Lingyi still remembered that Wu Zhi did not go home for five days because of this turmoil, until the source of the rumors was found.

Looking at this spring snow, Zheng Lingyi said worriedly: "Should anyone make any more articles about this snow?" ”

In the winter and snow, the spring snow is disgusting, Zheng Lingyi is not worried for no reason.

"Even if you make a fuss, you have to weigh your own head." Wu Zhi said, and saw Jiang Sheng raise his clear eyes and look at him.

Wu Zhihu felt that his words were full of blood and were very unclean, so he picked up the teacup and drank the rest of the tea in one go.

Shen Gui often laughed at Wu's mercy and softness, although he investigated the case well, but he rarely saw blood hurting people, and would rather receive less credit.

Wu Zhi never refuted Shen Gui, he knew that it was all because of Zheng Lingyi and Jiang Sheng, who had weaknesses and many shackles.

As soon as the spring snow passed, the weather was fiercely cold for a few days, and the crops and seedlings died better, and then they became warmer and warmer day by day, like a slap and a sweet date.

The little guy in the teahouse was particularly vigilant, which guest was drunk with tea, and his tongue was full of mouths, so he hurried over to add tea to others, gags a few words, and most of them were quick to talk, and quickly shut up.

But there are also people who are obviously a scholar who is not diligent and does not distinguish between grains and grains, and they prefer to mourn the difficulties of people's livelihood and sigh back and forth.

It's not that Shen Gui doesn't know that there are these people, it's just that no one has collected them, and they can't make any waves, and the emperor can't even tolerate a word or two of gossip and complaints.

Shen Gui was thinking about things in his heart, and he didn't even know when he stepped into the house, and Yan's unusually smile greeted him, which made Shen Gui terrified.

"What's going on?" He took a step back and asked.

Yan didn't care about his indifference, and said with a smile: "It's a happy event, master, wormwood is happy." ”

Shen Gui couldn't say anything in his heart, he was indeed happy, but this happiness was also weak, especially when he saw Yan's elation like this, he was very unhappy, and sneered: "She is pregnant with a child, what are you happy about?" ”

After saying that, he pulled his legs and walked into his house, where Wormwood now lived in the warm pavilion next to his house.

Yan was frozen in place by his words, only to feel cold to the bone, Ah Yuan was about to step forward to comfort her, but heard Yan muttering: "It's okay, it's okay, just have a child!" ”

She ignored Ah Yuan and followed Shen Gui to the wormwood house. Wormwood has always been healthy, and there are numbers in my heart, and I reported it late for menstruation, but the fetus is still shallow, but it is very stable.

Yan Shi entered the door and saw Shen Gui and Mugwort sitting and talking, and directly interrupted: "Didn't I let you lie down?" Why do you have to sit on this hard stool? ”

Wormwood was about to get up to salute her, but her body was half crooked and stopped in embarrassment.

Shen Gui frowned, seeing that Wormwood was looking at him a little timidly, he deliberately stretched his expression, reached out and pinched her wrist, and said, "You can rest for a while." I'll move you tomorrow. ”

"I've had people clean up." Yan Shi said busily.

Shen Gui only nodded, got up to drive people away, and said, "Let's all go out." ”

Yan was still telling wormwood as he walked out, making people feel dizzy when they listened.