Zell froze in place as if struck by lightning, and suddenly felt a pressure on him.

He watched Mo Lingfeng get up and swayed away, his purple dress flying, and his wide sleeves rose high in the wind, becoming two wings.

The hazy moonlight and lights cast a layer of fluffy light on her, as if she were a god who had descended from the sky, playing with him in the palm of her hand.

And in the long shadow under her feet, there is her vicious soul, ready to break him to pieces.

She is a god and a demon, and she has the supreme Mystic Dharma for all sentient beings—those who are as I will, and there is no word, no speech, no expression, no knowledge, and no understanding of all the Dharma, which is the only way to be separated from all questions and answers.

Zell scrambled to the bottom of the verandah, picked up the flask, raised it high, and opened his mouth to catch the few drops of wine that remained.

This wine was not enough to quench the fear in his heart.

In the silence, he even felt that Mo Lingfeng was still watching him arrogantly—the wind shook the bells, blew through the grass and trees, and blew through the verandah, it was her eyes and ears.

And Mo Lingfeng walked quickly, did not look back, and when he was about to live in Changsui, Yin Bei sent Wu Jin's letter.

Mo Lingfeng took the letter into the house, sat at the table at random, opened the letter, and before he could read it, Grandma Grandma sent a sobering soup.

The smell of the decanting soup was slightly sour, and there was a bitter taste, Mo Lingfeng frowned, pinched the letter paper, drank the decoction in one go, and then grinned twice with a grin, put down the medicine bowl with a "bang", and quickly picked up the tea and rinsed his mouth.

Spit out the tea in her mouth, she opened the letter and read it carefully.

"Leaf, on the day of the letter, is it a good time for Cheng Ting?

At this time the moon is in the middle of the sky, and in the dead of night, I am in the countryside and fields, and I am writing to you,

Ningzhou has been dry for two months, and there are already small locusts in the fields, but fortunately, soybeans are planted, and the locusts do not like to eat, so that the grains will not be harvested.

I led the judgment of the government and the students of a state to exterminate locusts in the field, and saw that there was a locust temple built in the countryside of Ningzhou, and the villagers thought that the locust plague was the arrival of the locust god, so they did not dare to exterminate the locusts, and even sent the best food at home to the temple and prayed for the locust god to open the net.

The county order forced the villagers to catch locusts, but the villagers did not dare to disobey, but they caught them during the day and released them at night.

I asked the villagers to exchange one pound of locusts for one liter of mixed noodles, five pounds of locusts for one liter of fine noodles, and now there are a lot more villagers catching locusts in the fields, and the locust plague should be successfully passed.

I didn't see the drought and flooding in Kuanzhou from the Di newspaper, so it must be that the wind and rain are smooth.

It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, the chestnuts are ripe, can you eat pine nut chestnut cake?

I don't know if you're at home or in a fortress, and I don't know if you're also pregnant with the moon.

The autumn moon is boundless, the pen and ink are limited, and it is a pity that you cannot be invited to enjoy it.

On July 16, the 29th year of the Yuan chapter, Wu Jin wrote in Nanmu Village, Lengde County, Ningzhou.

Hope for revenge. ”

Mo Yefeng put the letter in his arms, got up and went to the compartment, and replied to Wu Jin with the little alcohol on his body.

"Wu Jin, the day I received the letter was Cheng San's wedding date.

Cheng's family was very lively, I greeted Cheng Ting personally, and I was busy all day, and I only returned home at this time.

Today, eat a glass of ice cheese, two pieces of pine nut chestnut cake, and three meals of tea and rice, the stomach is full, and eat a few hawthorn strips before going to bed to help digestion.

The wind and rain in Kuanzhou are smooth, everything is fine, the war is also smooth, this war has lasted for a long time, Jin Yu has the intention of a decisive battle, depending on the situation, only in this year or two, the war will be stopped.

After you return to Beijing, I will wait for the opportunity to send the flaws and news to Tan Xuan to let the emperor know the situation in the fortress.

Today I have a chrysanthemum, which is contaminated with the joy of Chengfu, and I will give you a look.

The weather is getting cooler, and we cherish each other. ”

After writing the letter, she dried the ink, took off the ink chrysanthemum on her head, and handed it to Yin Bei: "To Wu Jin." ”

Yin Bei took it down, got up and left, her eyes, yawning, and lying on the table.

In the early morning of the next day, after saying goodbye to Mo Qianlan, Mo Lingfeng led his soldiers back to the fortress.

The day of Kuanzhou did not wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival, it became cool rapidly, on the first day of October, heavy snow and hail suddenly fell, and the cattle and sheep and horses froze to death countless times.

Mo Lingfeng sensed that something was wrong from this unprecedented snowstorm, and quickly ordered Yin Bei to spend hundreds of thousands of taels from Mofu, rent Shiyuan ships, buy 100,000 stone of grain from Su and Hu, and prepare enough cotton clothes and charcoal in advance to transport them to the fortress.

In November, the Shuo River froze, the snow was continuous, the snow was five feet thick, the houses collapsed, many people died of coldness, there were zombies on the road, the state officials ordered the officials to bury the corpses outside the racecourse, and set up porridge sheds in the city to provide disaster relief and tide over the difficulties.

This snow lasted for a month, and the Jeju wharf was cut off, and the grain, grass, cotton clothes, and military salaries that should have been sent to the fort in Kyoto were all stranded in the middle of the road, unable to move.

Inside and outside the fortress, it has become a frozen soil, when the soldiers stand guard, they need to change their posts every quarter of an hour, and when the archers look out, they can hardly see the movement of the golden captive, only a white expanse.

At the end of November, Mo Lingfeng and Chong Jiaqing agreed that the wind and snow were too heavy and there was no need to give the lives of the soldiers, so they also hung out the exemption card.

Wu Jin wrote frequently, but often stopped in the middle of the road, sometimes not one in a month, and when it arrived, it was three or four.

On the third day of December, after Mo Lingfeng's military training, he walked into the house, there were piles of snow on both sides of the road, waiting for the soldiers to push it away and dump it, there was a skate pillar on the eaves, and the snow on the roof had just been shoveled down yesterday, and it was covered again today.

Mo Lingfeng returned to the house, and Yin Nan sent a pot of hot tea and a bowl of mixed noodles - 100,000 stone of grain, 50,000 people can save food, and they can survive until the beginning of spring next year.

She took a chopstick, put it in her nest and roasted it on the charcoal fire, and after it was hot, she ate two of them with hot water, and then picked up the four letters from Wu Jin and looked at them.

Wu Jin was worried about the disaster situation in Kuan, Jizhou and Jizhou in the letter, and said that he had arrived in Shuozhou - Shuozhou has been plagued by locusts for many years, and when Shuozhou was sentenced to worship the locust temple, he stumbled on the threshold with one foot, his head was down, and he fell on the stone slab, and then he did not get up, and the emperor issued a special edict to let Wu Jin judge Shuozhou, and then return to Ningzhou when Shuozhou Tongju arrived.

After Mo Lingfeng flipped through the letter and read it over and over again, he glanced at the snow outside the house, everything was white, and the breath exhaled by the people was frozen and shaped, and clumps were rising out.

There was a "peeling" sound in the charcoal basin, she picked up the fire and opened the charcoal fire, Yin Nan walked in and put a small bag of grain in front of her: "The nomadic Qing sent it, saying that the grain sent by the imperial court has arrived part." ”

Mo Lingfeng opened the bag and took a look, and saw that it was a mess, and frowned: "This is food?" ”

She stretched out her hand and took out a handful of them to take a closer look, and saw that the rice and wheat were mixed with reddish old rice, and her fingers were crushed as soon as they were crushed, and there were chaff and shriveled beans.

handed over this bag of grain to Yin Nan: "Keep this thing, it will be of great use in the future, and let the Houying make a few meals, so that everyone knows that this is the grain sent by the imperial court." ”

"Yes." Yin Nan tightened the bag and put it away.

"When the horse material and cotton clothes arrive, they will also keep a copy."

"Yes."