On the first day of the first lunar month, it snowed heavily.

Since then, a dense winter snow has been sprinkled all night.

Xu Hanliang walked slowly along the river in a velvet coat, the dense snowflakes were blowing all the way down on his face, and the cold wind poured into his neck cavity, so that he couldn't help but snort, and his already white face was a little sickly pale.

The cold wind is like a knife, and the weather is cold to the bone.

Xu Hanliang exhaled a breath, the pure white heat dissipated in the air, he squatted down, and looked at the lake.

Distance

On the sparkling West Lake, the moon is reflected in the three pools, and the stirring oars set off ripples.

The red lanterns on the cruise ship reflect the red of the lake, and the melodious singing of the singer is faintly heard, but it is another noisy scene that is different from the cold wind and snow.

"The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river."

Xu Hanliang muttered to himself.

After more than two days, he had already figured out which dynasty in history he was in, and the official family sitting on the emperor's throne was undoubtedly the most famous one in the history books.

Of course, a series of positive reviews have nothing to do with it.

The Emperor of the Dead Country, the Great Dusk King, Jing Kang is ashamed, and the only thing that deserves praise from future generations is probably the title of the artist who is unique in the world.

Faint.

The shame of Jingkang in later generations refers to this Song Huizong-Zhao Ji, who only talked about calligraphy and painting and did nothing in political achievements.

However, Huizong is Zhao Ji's temple name, but at this moment, he is not able to speak to others.

"Great Song Dynasty, the first year of Zhenghe."

Xu Hanliang shook his head and stood up.

He couldn't figure out that he was just taking a nap, and when he opened his eyes, he was kicked into such a dynasty of internal and external troubles. Although Xu Hanliang, a high school teacher, does not teach history, his basic historical knowledge is still very clear.

If he remembers it well, if he continues to record in the history books, then thirty years later, His Majesty the Emperor will undoubtedly become a prisoner, and the Northern Song Dynasty will be in the middle of his hand.

The only thing to be thankful for is.

Maybe you may be able to get in touch with the heroes of Liangshan in the Water Margin.

Do you want to fall into the grass in advance?

If you can mix a second-in-command or something, it's actually not unacceptable.

Thinking about it like this, Xu Han's conscience was still a little excited.

But after thinking about it carefully, forget it, not to mention that the current timely rain may not be scolded and angry in any corner, and the current situation is not his turn to be a little person who is too busy to take care of himself to worry about these national affairs.

If you have that kind of idle time, you might as well think about how to survive.

Xu Hanliang thought about it, and couldn't help but tighten the plush on his body, but the wind and snow still poured into his neck unscrupulously, making Xu Hanliang couldn't help but shiver.

His face turned pale, and he suddenly coughed violently.

"Lang Jun, how are you?"

Behind him, a concerned female voice came, and then a pair of tender little hands stroked his back, Xu Hanliang turned his head, and saw a small maid behind him gently patting.

"Childish, I'm fine, Lang Zhong said it, my body and bones are no longer in the way, but I am in a hurry, not in the way, not in the way." Xu Hanliang waved his hand, signaling the maid to be calm and restless.

It's a pity that the childish girl has a bitter face, but she doesn't say anything.

"Lang Jun, don't be too sad, the old man Ji has his own nature, and he will be fine."

"The most important thing now is that Lang Jun should take good care of himself, the master also explained at the time that the Xu family is left with Lang Jun as a lone seedling, if there is anything wrong, then the childish girl will not live."

The little maid wiped her tears, and her face was covered with snot and tears.

Xu Hanliang smiled bitterly, but he couldn't help it, so he could only give up the plan to continue swimming in the lake, and obey this to go home according to the child's wishes, but he was a little helpless in his heart.

The owner is also called Xu Hanliang, with the same name and surname.

Originally, the Xu family was also a solid family, and his father Xu Youdao entered the court as an official, although he was a small official with a big sesame seed, but he had no worries about food and clothing, and he could be regarded as a rich and noble family. It's a pity that Xu Youdao has been an official for 20 years, and there is no way to rise.

There is a way, and in order to be able to go further, Lao Xu couldn't help but delve into crooked ways.

I don't know where the crooked wind blew, and I actually found the Cai Jingmen Road that climbed to the right of the government and the opposition, although this powerful minister in the Northern Song Dynasty had just shown his edge, he was already radiant and self-contained.

It's a pity that Xu Youdao studied for half a year, and he didn't hesitate to spend most of his net worth to send a heavy gift.

Cai Jing, the head of the six thieves in the Northern Song Dynasty, didn't say anything, but the people below did things quickly, and Xu Youdao, who spent most of his life patting the horse's legs, was imprisoned on the spot.

If it weren't for the twenty years of being an official in the court, Lao Xu would still have some favors.

I'm afraid that even Xu Hanliang, who is a son, may not be pleased, even so, Xu Hanliang, who was lucky enough to pick up a life, was also a serious illness, and he directly whined and lamented, but let him cross over and occupy the magpie's nest.

The master and servant slowly walked towards their small courtyard.

Changshu, the jurisdiction of Pingjiang Mansion, is later Suzhou, half an hour later, Xu Hanliang and Zhiniang's figures appeared in front of a trembling hut on the back street, here is the only thing left of the old Xu family.

Lao Xu gave gifts, did not hesitate to take on debts, thinking that he would make a fortune after being promoted, but now he barely has this old mansion left.

Xu Hanliang rested against the window, thinking about what he didn't have.

The little figure of the childish lady shuttled in the small courtyard, although she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the childish girl was quick with her hands and feet, but it was a moment of kung fu, and the smoke wafted in the small courtyard.

The meal was simple, it was soup cakes.

Of course, compared to the delicacies full of seasonings in later generations, the soup is a clear soup, which is simply boiled in plain water, and the cake is something like a pot helmet, which is hard to chew raw and can knock out teeth.

Xu Hanliang recovered from a serious illness, and he was hungry, and his hungry chest was attached to his back.

It's just that the childish lady brought over this bowl of soup cakes, Xu Hanliang was stunned and didn't even find the place where he put his mouth, and an indescribable taste rushed straight to his brain, and the taste was too good.

frowned and took a sip, the flavors exploded on the taste buds, and a strange smell almost made Xu Hanliang vomit.

Sweet and sour, bitter and salty, alive.

"Lang Jun, isn't it a childish girl's craftsmanship and appetite?"

The young lady held the small bowl and took small sips.

Her rice bowl is very small, and there are even fewer soup cakes, seeing her own Lang Jun's eyebrows twisted into Sichuan characters, she can't help but feel timid, and her heart says Lang Jun has always loved the soup cakes she makes, but why is this expression today?

What's more, she put vinegar cloth and salt in this soup cake today.

"No, it's just a little uncomfortable."

Xu Hanliang tilted his head.