Chapter 1097

"Well," Mage Jingkong nodded again, "let them continue. Except for the morning class, let's go to chop wood."

"Master, we've already cut a lot, do we still need to cut?" the little novice asked cautiously, "If we cut it like this, I'm afraid there will be nowhere to put the firewood."

"You can follow the teaching and cut it."

Master Jingkong closed his eyes again, and the beads in his hand were moving one by one, and the little novice scratched his head. In fact, there were still many questions to ask, but when he saw Master Jingkong, he was already in meditation. , that is, I dare not say anything.

Almost all the monks in the whole temple were dispatched, and they all went up the mountain to find firewood, and the firewood was piled up in the temple in bundles.

And after the snow fell, it didn't stop.

Shen Qingci walked into the house, the earth dragon was burning very warmly, and when it was a little cold, the earth dragon was burning, not to mention the master's place, even the servants' place.

The new charcoal burned from the newly purchased charcoal kiln is absolutely enough for the master of the mansion, such as those sinking charcoal, can also be burned by the servants of the mansion, even if it is burned like this, it is also Enough to burn through a winter.

At the beginning, no one felt anything, even if this important place in Beijing is still a prosperous place, and the snow is falling, those literati also prefer this scene, this snow, I don’t know if I have to stay. How many ancient poems have come out.

Of course, in the face of these ice and snow scenes, these literati and writers are also very poetic.

"Ma'am, are you going?"

Sanxi asked Shen Qingci for words.

This post has been received several times, all of which hope that Shen Qingci can condescend and take a walk.

"Snow appreciation?" Shen Qingci picked up one, opened it and glanced at it.

Oh, from the Ning family. She pouted slightly.

In the early years, he avoided and avoided her, but now he thinks of her, what should she do, give them a boost, or let others know how close they are to the Shuowangfu?

When she just doesn't have a temper, do you think she has a good temperament and can repay her grievances with virtue, let it go, do they think too highly of herself, or underestimate her?

She flipped through it again, but didn't take a closer look at who it belonged to. And no matter who it is, she has no intention of going out.

What kind of snow to enjoy, where is there no snow to enjoy? Thinking that when she was in Changlin, she stayed in the snow-capped mountains for two months. The snow scene was the real snow scene. The sky and the earth were the same color. Apart from the heavy snow, I was afraid that it was only the snow.

"You find a reason to pile it up casually."

Shen Qingci didn't want to go out very much. She had this time to go out and follow those people in vain. She might as well save more money for the children, and spend more time with the children.

She doesn't want to leave her children at all, they are the most important existence in her life, and there is nothing in this world that is more precious than her children.

Sanxi put away these posts, and of course thought of some good excuses and pushed them out. In fact, she didn't feel how beautiful the snow scene was. In this cold day, she had nothing to do when she had nothing to do, and it was as cold as a dog. It was better to stay in the house.

Shen Qingci asked people to slap the curtains, and also walked into the house. The ground dragon inside the house was burning very vigorously, and it was as warm as a spring day. Outside, everyone was wearing cotton-padded clothes, but as long as you don't go out here, you can wear single clothes.

Shen Qingci didn't leave here, but also looked at the sleeping children on the bed. They have grown up a little, and their arms and legs are stronger. Even the weakest brother, Yi, is now too weak. He has grown some flesh. Although he is still somewhat different from his brothers, he has worked hard to grow flesh.

Shen Qingci squeezed Yi Ge'er's little hand, which finally had flesh, and felt weak and boneless.

"Take care, don't get cold," she stood up, and also instructed a few wet nurses, it was warmer inside, but unfortunately, you should pay attention, don't let them startle.

It is also a loss that their charcoal preparations are very sufficient, so this fire dragon can continue to burn.

The heavy snow was still falling outside. At first, no one paid attention to it. There are still many people who made great poetry here, and this snow scene has become a matter of elegance.

But when the snow fell for a month, no one came out, no one painted these snow poems, and no one held any snow appreciation meetings in the mansion.

This year's winter is very cold, which can be compared with the heavy snow in Beijing a few years ago. During that heavy snow, not to mention other places, even the feet of the emperor were frozen to death. people.

In the past few years, I have been a little more comfortable, so I also forgot about thinking about danger in times of peace. I thought it was getting colder every day, and the snow was getting heavier every day.

The first thing they discovered was that the charcoal fire was not enough, and they were only looking for charcoal everywhere, but the heavy snow every year was the same. , so the people in Beijing also began to panic, as if it was like that year, there was no charcoal available.

Even the basic livelihood can't be maintained. Who is still interested in holding a poetry meeting? This is not a poetry meeting, it is simply trying to freeze people to death.

There are no years in the mountains. Xiangjue Temple is originally isolated from the world. It is covered by heavy snow. No one has come to the temple for a long time. Even the monks in the mountains have cleaned the inside and outside of the temple. It is beautiful, and there is no trace of it. There is snow, but the number of people going up the mountain is still slowly decreasing, especially after the heavy snowfall in January, there are no pilgrims in the mountain.

Master Jingkong looked at the solemn dharma image of the Buddha, and then put his hands together in front of his chest.

"My Buddha is merciful."

When he walked out, a few snowflakes fell on his body, and no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't ruffle a corner of his clothes. The fluffy cotton coat was newly made, and it was almost impervious to the wind when he wore it. Xue, even under such a cold wind, he still couldn't feel the slightest coldness.

He looked at the wind and snow outside, fearing that the snow would last for two months.

And he sighed involuntarily.

It was a good year. Even if the mountain was sealed for two months, no one would freeze to death. It was thanks to the charcoal, the quilts, and the food. Otherwise, the monks at Xiangjue Temple would be afraid Really facing a catastrophe.

The heavy snow fell for another month. No matter how the weather was outside, there was no shortage of food and clothing in the Shuowang Mansion, and even because there were more things saved than before, it may be more difficult than the winter of previous years. more adequate.