The fourth year of Jian'an, December

In the capital, cooking wine in the snow, although there is a lack of green plums, but looking at the dragon hanging in the sky, Cao Liu counts the heroes of the world.

The accidental drinking game will stir up the two big men in the world, in this troubled world, suspicion, defense, and mutual appreciation, leaving good stories.

Thousands of miles away, the northwest of Liaoning is quietly changing because of someone who has entered this time and space.

Huge clouds of snow fell from the sky, shrouding the entire northern land in a vast white.

Gongsun Yan used to like snow.

After eating and drinking, I put on a beautiful makeup, stood in a pure white field, drenched in snow, and felt that my soul had been washed.

But time and space changed, the situation was different, she was in the late Han Dynasty and saw the snowflakes falling from the sky, but she only felt awe and worry.

When the snow falls in the sky, there is no distinction between inside and outside the city, nor between rich and poor families.

For the children of the clan, wearing a fur coat to make tea around the stove in the snow, fishing in the cold river is fun.

But for the vast majority of people, the best way to survive the winter is to survive.

Reducing activities, cats in the black hole of the home, eat less and move less, more opportunities to see the spring scene of the coming year.

A remote village.

A man with a face purple from the cold, wading through the snow, carrying a heavy bundle of firewood on his back.

With every step he took, he exhaled a breath of white air, and his hands and legs froze unconscious.

Such bad weather, in other words, anyone in the future generations will only want to wipe their necks and reincarnate.

The man carried the firewood on his back and squeaked open the waist-high firewood door.

A girl of about eight or nine years old heard the sound and ran out of the house to help, her hands and feet in straw sandals were red and swollen from the cold, and they were full of chilblains.

"What's going on? Go back, it's windy outside. The man drove her into the house.

The little girl did not listen, and stood on tiptoe to help her father put down the firewood on his back.

The man couldn't resist her, and after putting down the firewood, he pushed her back and walked into the house.

In order to keep warm from the wind and snow, the house has no windows, and the black hole room is full of thatch.

In the center is a sunken fire pit with a few firewoods burning in it, which is the only source of light and heat in the room

An emaciated woman lay in the thatch, described as withered, and the thatch underneath her was stained with black and red marks, exuding the peculiar smell of blood.

When the man came in, she saw that the man's face was covered with frost and snow, and she wanted to stand up in distress.

"Lie down."

The man walked briskly and pressed the woman back onto the thatch.

The woman took his cracked hand and tucked it into his underwear to warm his hand.

As they got closer, the man's eyes darkened when he saw the new blood marks on the thatch.

A month ago, my wife gave birth to a child, and the child was young and weak, and she swallowed her breath before she cried when she was born.

His wife also suffered from red disease, and the blood on her lower body was dripping and lingering on the sickbed.

He watched his wife decay day by day, but there was nothing else he could do.

At this moment, a shout came from the courtyard: "Ah Kai is not there?" ”

A middle-aged woman in an apron stood in the snow shouting, holding a clay bowl in her hand.

In the bowl were two wheat cakes.

"Aunt Zhang." The girl opened the door for her.

Aunt Zhang didn't go in, but just stuffed the bowl in her hand into the little girl's hand: "Is your mother better?" ”

When the little girl saw the bread in the bowl, she shook her head and did not dare to take it.

At this time, the man came out and hurriedly refused.

Aunt Zhang looked angry and said, "You also know that my daughter works in the weaving workshop in Lingzhi City, and my family still has some surplus grain this year." Take it, don't dislike it. ”

She couldn't help but stuff the bowl into the man's hand: "My family has also been helped by you in the past, and I am not embarrassed." ”

He smiled after picking up Aunt Zhang

Seeing the little girl's cold red hands, Aunt Zhang touched her head and said to the man: "My daughter came back yesterday and mentioned something, she said that a newly established medical hall in Lingzhi City is said to be full of miracle doctors, why don't you take Zhen Niang to try it?" ”

Zhou Kai showed a look of emotion on his face, but then it dimmed again: "I'm waiting for the Qianshou grass people, where is the deserving to go to the medical hall." ”

Aunt Zhang said: "My daughter said that the medical center will have a free clinic every seven days. ”

"Free clinics just don't cost money."

"It doesn't cost anything?" Zhou Kai was surprised, "Aunt Zhang, don't make fun of me, how can there be such a good thing in this world." ”

Seeing him questioning, Aunt Zhang suddenly became anxious: "Why is there no such good thing?" The medical hall was opened by Gongsun Yan Niangzi, others would not do such good deeds, but what Yan Niangzi did, she would definitely not deceive people. ”

In the process of stabilizing grain prices, Gongsun Yan, who used affordable grain to brush his prestige to the fullest, is now in western Liaoning, and his name is almost equivalent to a large girl who scatters wealth.

Hearing this name, Zhou Kai's eyes lit up, and some hope arose in his heart.

After sending Aunt Zhang away thoughtfully, he gently took his emaciated wife in his arms at night.

The next day, Zhou got up early in the morning, tied a back frame with a few firewood sticks, put his wife wrapped in a thin quilt on it, and temporarily sent his daughter to Aunt Zhang's house.

One foot deep and one foot shallow, he stepped on the road to Lingzhi in the wind and snow.

Before leaving, Aunt Zhang gave him the address of the weaving workshop in Lingzhi City, and told him to go there first to find Aunt Zhang's daughter, so that he could have a foil.

Their township is not far from Lingzhicheng, and in the past, the fastest distance was half a day's journey.

But today's snow was so heavy that it was almost dusk before I arrived at Lingzhi.

When it was time to close the gate, the sergeants guarding the gate rubbed their hands together and were putting away the horses that had stopped in front of the gate, preparing to close the gate.

The man saw their movements from a distance, and his heart was in a hurry, and he hurriedly quickened his pace, and ran towards this direction.

The soldier saw him running from afar, and his men slowed down and shouted to him, "Hurry up, hurry up." ”

In the cave of the city gate, the person in charge of registration and inspection had already stood up, and sat back at the table when he saw this.

Zhou Kai stepped on the snow and ran out of breath.

"What are you doing here?" The person who checked the letter asked skillfully.

"If you go back to the official master, I heard that the city Chinese medicine hall has a free clinic, and the little one brought his wife to see the disease."

Zhou Kai had come to the city to buy grain, and he was already familiar with the process of entering the city.

After checking that Fu Xin's inspection was fine, he motioned for him to pass, but when he saw him and the woman covered in snow on the back shelf, he kindly reminded: "The curfew is approaching, no pedestrians are allowed in the city, if you don't have a place to stay, you can go to the chicken feather room in front for a night." ”

"Two dollars a night is better than freezing to death outside." After speaking, a direction was indicated.

Zhou Kai thanked him again and again.

It was late, and Zhou Kai also knew the consequences of breaking the curfew, so he went in that direction.

Facing the snow, Zhou Kai walked to the so-called chicken feather house, the lights were on in front of the door, and there was a sound of squirming and talking.

He guessed that this chicken feather room was the inn foot shop, but in the end he was a little apprehensive, stood in front of the door, pinched the small handful of copper coins in the money bag in his arms, looked up at the sky again, gritted his teeth and walked in.