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Note 1: Dajiang is the Yangtze River.

Note 2: The character of Zhong Yao is Chang, from Yingchuan.The famous calligrapher and statesman of Cao Wei during the Three Kingdoms period.From the official position to the Taifu, Wei Wendi, Hua Xin and Wang Lang, the famous scholars at that time, were the three princes, and had two sons: Zhong Yu and Zhong Hui.He is quite accomplished in calligraphy. It is said that he is the founder of regular script. He is also called "Zhong Wang" together with Wang Xizhi, a calligrapher of the Jin Dynasty.

Note 3: Copper lotus pods, utensils for warming wine, are very valuable.

Note 4: Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs. Shao Si Ming"

At the end of November in the 11th year of Jian'an.

I stood in a daze on the path outside the fence gate in a thick fur coat. When I heard the movement, I turned around and saw that Mr. was wearing a snow-blue dark coat and a thin and transparent robe, walking on the snow without touching the ground.He crossed the bridge and came in front of me. I bowed and bowed, and my eyes were immediately attracted by the big fish hanging on the straw rope in his hand.

The husband looked very happy, and showed his white teeth with a smile: "I just met Zhouping, and he said that we should eat fish while it is fresh. I think it is very good, so I took it back first..."

I stood in awe and secretly mourned for three seconds for Cui Jun, who liked to sing loudly while fishing, so that he could only catch a fish in half a month on the edge of the Xiangjiang River where the cold wind was raging.

At noon this day, I ate several high-protein dishes: steamed fish head, stir-fried fish fillet, fried fish skin, boiled fish tail and so on.There is a lack of food in winter, especially when the mountains are covered by heavy snow. We can’t eat meat for a few days, and my husband doesn’t allow us to hunt. I eat clear soup and cabbage every day, which makes my stomach sour. It’s rare to have a tooth sacrifice today.

This winter, my husband stayed at home seriously for a few days, sometimes fishing alone in the cold river and snow, and sometimes wearing a bamboo hat and asking friends and friends to climb mountains.His old man, Huang Chengyan, has been here twice, but the husband is not at home.Every time I make tea for old man Huang, the old man stares at people with staring eyes, staring at me so badly.Then I came to a conclusion in my heart, this group of extraterrestrial experts are all very difficult to serve!

I never expected that Uncle Liu Huang with big ears would come to visit so soon—one morning, Wu'er opened the courtyard door and went out to release ducks. When he came back, he had a strange expression: "Sister Lan, it seems that there are guests."

"Huh?" I casually glanced around the fence, and saw a few people coming this way from a distance.The winter chill lingers on people's noses and ears, but this kind of cold can't stop Liu Huangshu, who is thirsty for talents.

I had an unreal feeling, and my heart said it really came?Seeing that the three of them had already crossed the bridge with their horses, I didn't even care about my excitement, and hurried to the back garden, only to see small hoes and wicker baskets neatly arranged in the corner, but my wife was gone. gone.

Forget it, let Wu'er greet them, sometimes children's words are more convincing.

Turning back to the outer wall, I poked my head around and peeked out.Wu'er has always been a precocious child, and he stayed with his husband for eight months. He opened his mouth very well, and his words were tight, and he blocked Uncle Liu Huang from entering the courtyard.

My eyesight is always good, although they are standing a little far away from me, but I can still look at the three visitors calmly.The one standing at the front in the Xuanqing robe and bargaining with Wu'er must be Uncle Liu, with a face that deceives children; the third master standing behind Uncle Liu is still very neatly dressed, but no matter how you look at it. There was a plan to rush in at any time; only the second master standing at the end had a stinky face and wiped his eyelids.

I patronized my stomach, but I didn’t hear the content of their conversation at all. When I came back to my senses, Uncle Liu Huang had already started to make a conclusion: Well, son, when your husband comes back, tell him that Liu Bei will come back, etc. Then he waved goodbye quite smartly.The third master actually turned around and made a face with Wu'er.

Sir, are you sure you will have a future with this trio in the future...

I started to worry.

Not half an hour later, that is, at meal time, Mr. Cui Jun and Cui Zhouping came back with him.Cui Jun brought a few small fishes the size of a palm and some winter bamboo shoots to his wife as presents for her visit.Immediately, I was called to the charcoal stove outside the house to warm wine for the guests.

After dinner, Cui Jun was not the same as usual, he tapped on the saucer and sang some unrestrained songs while drunk.He and his husband stayed in the study until it was time to light the lamps. Cui Jun came out with a serious face. Seeing me, he smiled: "How are Miss Alan these days?"

I felt that what they were discussing was related to me, so I resisted the urge to inquire, and replied politely: "Thank you, very good. Be careful when you go back."

Only one day later, the wife actually went back to her mother's house.This time the meals for the few of us were gone.Originally, my cooking skills kept everyone from starving, but my husband strictly prohibited me from cooking.His original words were: "The family has no spare money to build a new kitchen."

Wu'er stared at me with an expression of "Sister Lan, you are a big girl, why don't you hold soup?" I looked back sadly, "Baby, things about adults are very complicated and difficult to explain, you have to be considerate" eyes.

Fortunately, the third master Zhuge Junjun came (it is estimated that his wife invited him to prevent us from starving to death), and Wu'er ran back and forth calling Brother Jun, while I salivated and stared hard at the chicken coop under the porch .There is a fat reed chicken brought by Zhuge Jun.

If there is warmth in the eyes, even across the chicken cabinet, I believe that the chicken is cooked at this time.How many days has it been without meat...

It is said that Zhuge Jun’s classmate often came to Longzhong to escape the summer heat. When I first came, he happened to go back to Xiangyang to study, so we only met once in a hurry.This gentleman has both the cautiousness of his elder brother and the calmness of his second brother. It is said that he should be easy to get along with, but he has a typical paralyzed face.

However, I really don't understand that he, a scholar who is obsessed with the Book of Changes, is so enthusiastic about washing his hands and making soup.Maybe geniuses have some unknown quirks.

This winter in Jingzhou is full of wind and snow, and countless poor people who went south from the north to escape the war, died of cold and hunger on the way.When Gu Cheng told me about this, I couldn't help but frown: "If it weren't for the years of war and disaster, there would be so many migrations."

Gu Cheng said: "Perhaps there is something wrong with the government, and the nine heavens sent a vision as a warning. In the past few years, even the south of the river (Note 1) has started to snow. The weather is harsh. It is no wonder that dead and injured people are lying on their pillows everywhere."

"Didn't Jingzhou Mu have anything to say? He's not poor." I grumbled angrily.

"Senior Sister doesn't know something. Scholars with great talent and reputation, such as Wang Can - Liu Biao will take care of them when they go south. As for the common people, don't expect to receive preferential treatment. It is a blessing to take them in."

Wu'er next to him seemed to understand, blinked his big eyes, and soon showed impatience, and sneaked away.

The two of us had a lively discussion in the back room. Of course, there are some people who don't care about such incidents, such as Zhuge Jun.That guy was in the outhouse wholeheartedly copying the calligraphy posts of Zhong Yao (Note 2) that his husband had obtained for him. Zhong Yao's calligraphy was highly admired even by later generations Wang Xizhi.Having said that, my calligraphy level is almost the same as Wu'er's level, even if I get a post, it will be useless.

While I was thinking wildly while worrying about the country and the people, Wu'er pushed open the door of the outer room and led the three of them to the door.

I couldn't help being stunned, Uncle Liu Huang was too pious in this snowy day.

Zhuge Jun also raised his head, and glanced out lightly.I keenly sensed the dissatisfaction between Zhuge Jun's brows. He probably expected his second brother to help Liu Bei as a bull and horse as soon as he came out of the mountain, so he didn't want his brother to go into this troubled water.

Apparently, the guests were also aware of the calm and even indifferent attitude of the host. The eyes of the two groups met head-on, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

Mr. Zhang opened his leopard eyes and looked around. I secretly admired Uncle Liu Huang's ability to adapt: ​​Zhuge Jun's ice face was still smiling when he faced him... I found that I was unconsciously Swallowing, this kind of confrontation is really better than sound.

Then Zhuge Jun stretched out his hand to silence the guest:

Liu Yuzhou, who has experienced half his life abroad, showed a triumphant smile, and walked three steps with his head held high——

The situation in the outhouse was very unclear. Wu'er had hot soup, but no one touched it.I hugged the stove and leaned against the window to watch the battle. Because I was too nervous, I scratched deep marks on my right hand with my left hand.

Rarely, Zhuge Jun told Liu Bei very politely: My brother is not at home, you can go.

Liu Bei: I heard that brother Ling is familiar with strategy, can you hear it?

Zhuge Jun's eyeballs trembled and he probably couldn't resist rolling his eyes: How would I know?Have you finished asking, and leave quickly after asking.

Liu Bei: I would like to borrow a pen and paper to write a book for Brother Darling.

After being polite again, Shi Shi ran away.

I was already laughing in the hall.Hahaha, there are also people who can’t be cured with facial paralysis. I hope that Zhuge Jun will not smash the pot as Liu Bei when cooking today.It turns out that sloppy face is the only magic weapon to deal with facial paralysis!I have some insight.

At this time, Wu'er walked around through the back door and tugged at my sleeve: "Sister Lan, the old man is coming today, you have to warm up the wine."

Ah, I forgot!I quickly got up, rubbed my soft hands and went to the kitchen to warm the wine.When I warmed a pot of rice wine and took it to the outhouse, I was stunned: Why are there so many people?If I am not mistaken, there is old man Huang Chengyan here; Shi Guangyuan who often comes with Huang old man, this man even asked me to brush his donkey; there is also sir, and Cui Zhouping.Why, is it more popular to go out in heavy snow now?

I hurriedly took the petty wine back to the kitchen, made a tub of hot soup and asked Gu Cheng to bring it up for the guests to wash their hands.Here I took a copper lotus pod (Note 3) and filled it with hot water, put it into five white porcelain wine cups, filled it with rice wine, closed the lid shaped like a lotus leaf, and served it to the crowd go.

Seeing me coming back, Zhuge Jun in the kitchen stopped the chicken shreds he was cutting, and suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth.I was horrified to find that it was him laughing, and he praised me: "You are very smart, but it is a pity that you have to leave."

The 12th New Year's Day in Jian'an was the first New Year I spent here, and it is also the one I miss the most since then.

The husband is respected by the villagers here, which can be seen from the number of New Year's goods that the wife can't pack.The villagers here also like to pass on the songs composed by Mr. Wang. We were invited to a banquet at a villager’s home. In addition to Mr.’s songs, they also sang in simple Jingxiang tunes during the dinner:

Mu Xi Xianchi with my daughter,

Xi Nu hair Xi Yang Zhi Ah.

Looking forward to the future of beauty,

Facing the wind and the situation, there are great songs.

Kong Gai Xi Cui Jing,

Climb to the Nine Heavens and caress the comet.

With a long sword and a young AI,

Sun Duyi is right for the people! (Note 4)

This kind of emotion about the world, this kind of mythical story about the Goddess and King Xiang, is the true portrayal of the soul of Chu people.I can't appreciate their optimism, their strength, their longing for a peaceful life... because I will never belong to this land.

The low-alcohol home-brewed wine is not intoxicating, but I still cried, and I fell alone in the mud outside the house in a thin sarong.Drinking is because of a kind of loneliness.

I forgot who helped me back into the room, sat on the head of the couch with the quilt piled up to my chest, and drank two large cups of boiling water to feel warm.A room full of women looked at me and smiled: Look, the little girl from Mr. Kong Ming’s family is lying on the ground drunk and crazy. It’s winter.

There seemed to be smoke coming from his head, it must have been covered too much.

Then the husband came over, his hand supported me very strongly, and helped me brush away the bangs that drooped from my forehead.He rejected the kindness of the villagers who offered to use the oxcart to carry us home, and supported my limp body with one hand, while the other hand was free to carry rice wine in a celadon bottle.

"Are you sober?" Helping me to walk a long way, Mr. started to open the cloak that the kind aunt had covered me tightly.

"It's hot." I replied weakly.Before the words were finished, Mr. suddenly pulled his hand away. I staggered and almost fell into the snowdrift. I quickly stood up straight and shouted: "Sir!"

He laughed: "You pretend to be drunk."

The husband ignored my protest and walked forward lightly alone.I followed behind him clumsily, and started to feel dizzy when the cold wind blew, and I couldn't keep up with his pace, but my forehead was sweating like a snowstorm.

"Okay, here we come."