Lin Chongyang only read the stack of letters once, and then Ji Wuxia took them away with a smile. She was very interested in the following recipes for wine making, and the previously built wine cellar just came into use.
There are many specialties in this mountain range, enough for her to find the materials.
However, before leaving, Ji Wuxia personally wrote a reply to Lie Hongjiao and the others, inviting them to come and sit down when they came down the mountain.
Although some of the recipes are just ideas, based on Lin Chongyang's many years of experience, they are all unique and the taste is the same.
As the saying goes, you have to rely on the mountain to eat, and the water to eat the water. The recipe is just a reference. If you really want to get started, you still have to make some unique modifications based on the actual situation and personal habits.
As for the letters sent by Xia Chenglin and others, they were just to talk about the affairs within the family, and at the same time stated that from now on, they would sort out the recent major events in the world and send them here every month.
Just like when he was in office, Mu Ci would regularly organize information on the world for several uncles and send them to their retreat.
At his current state, sitting in seclusion is no longer useful. He must find something to do to pass the time, and at the same time, he must ensure that he does not lose touch with the times.
No one mentioned Lin Chongyang's backup plan behind the door, but he could infer from the letter that it was a tacit understanding, and it was just a small trick in the heart and mind.
Seeing without knowing will not only bring no negative impact, but also save a lot of unnecessary trouble, which is good for both parties.
There are also Feixin who ask for advice on practice and swordsmanship. Usually after reading the above questions, he will reply with sword energy on the spot.
As we all know, the number of children picked up by a certain former boss is almost inversely proportional to the time spent teaching the younger generation. Generally speaking, it can be summarized as -
Intermittent and careful teaching, continuous hands-off shopkeeper.
He is extremely good at using the excuses of knowing people well, working hard for those who are capable, and teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, etc., to get others to help. That is to say, most of these juniors have good talents, and they will not have to teach hard, so he is a little more active, and at least he can explain the key points clearly. , the rest of the road is left to them to choose how to go.
This way of communicating through letters is very good, it is neither troublesome nor boring.
He has retired and is just the so-called former boss. His current status is that of an ordinary Confucian scholar without any position, which is different from his wife who holds the title of Commander-in-Chief in his family.
Therefore, whether it is the ancient virtues or the lineage of Confucian saints and Mingde, Chenglin is now in charge, and you must trust your successors.
Why should a retired Confucian scholar care about so many things?
After repacking the letters he had read in his hands and placing them on his right hand, Lin Chongyang shook his head helplessly and picked up another letter from his left hand.
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The clouds are floating in the color of jade, the head is bright and the blue sky is towering; in ancient times, it was high and cold and far away, and the morning sun was shining brightly.
Time passed, and when Ji Wuxia returned, he could feel the unusual atmosphere as soon as he reached the halfway point of the mountain. It was extremely cold on the top of the mountain. It must be that the person in her family couldn't take any time off.
Suddenly, snow fell in the mountains.
The snowflakes are crystal clear, like jade butterflies flying, but there are traces of undetectable coldness in them.
The plum blossoms on the treetops were blown down by the flying snow, and they fell to the ground into silk threads.
The sassy figure who had passed halfway up the mountain did not stop, and the flying snow falling from the top of the mountain did not hurt her in the slightest.
Before stepping into Xue Qingfang, an extremely eye-catching figure appeared in the field of vision. He had red hair and purple robes, and was dancing with a sword in the flying snow. The wind and snow surged as his clothes fluttered.
The knife rotates with each step, but I don't know which knife move it is.
When Ji Wuxia officially stepped into the courtyard, the first thing he saw was the pile of letters on the round table, which were neatly placed. It seemed that he had read them all and replied to those who were supposed to reply.
She did not say anything to disturb her, but walked directly to the piano table, straightened her clothes and sat down, gently stroking her sleeves. Her long, white fingers fell on the strings of Wanhe Pine Wind, trembling, pressing, sliding, rubbing...
Zheng——
The sound of the piano then sounded, rising and falling, deep, gentle and yet passionate, in harmony with the dancing figure holding a sword in the courtyard, the white jade-like blade shimmering with light.
When he moved, his clothes swayed with three thousand jade dragons;
With the movement of the knife, the plum blossoms on the treetops bloom one after another;
The sound of Qingyue's sword echoed through the sky, and at this moment, the sound of the piano suddenly began to become sharper, but it was not harsh, but more high-pitched and passionate.
When the mind moves, the rays of light are reflected in the light of the sword;
The person wielding the sword is like looking at flowers through fog, which gradually becomes hazy, and the sound of the piano becomes as low as a whisper.
Heartbeat...
The figure holding the knife stopped before the song ended. At the end of the song, the long knife was thrown back into the scabbard, and the wind and snow started to fall, and the bright sun in the sky could be seen.
Ji Wuxia stood up from the piano table and chuckled, "Will you not be able to have any leisure time in just a few days?"
"It's not a few days." Lin Chongyang corrected him: "It's a hundred years and three months, which is not a short time."
Time is killing people, and he has always been very sensitive to the passage of time. Even if time can no longer leave traces on him, birth, old age, illness and death in this world are not non-existent.
"So, how about going down the mountain with your husband in a few days?"
"Go and see the world today?"
"Go and see the world today."
He said he was going down the mountain with Lin Chongyang to have a look. In fact, Ji Wuxia also had the same idea. What he wanted to see was not only the current world, but also all the living beings in the world of mortals.
The Xueqingfang on the top of the snow-capped mountains is good everywhere, but it's a bit high.
"Okay." Lin Chongyang nodded, and the itinerary was decided.
After passing on the responsibilities on his shoulders, his spirit seemed to have taken on a new look. He now looks about twenty-seven or eighty years old, with a slender and powerful person, and deep and far-reaching eyes.
The blood in the cavity has not cooled down, but it also has enough precipitation.
"The trip down the mountain has been postponed for the time being. I passed by the mountain and caught fish in the lake. I just wanted to try the recipe Yan'er sent."
As he said that, he saw Ji Wuxia turn out the harvest of this trip, not only two plump white fish, but also some other mountain products, such as winter bamboo shoots.
This mountain range is indeed a good place. There are no human habitations for hundreds of miles around, and the ecology is intact. It is very suitable for seclusion. Unfortunately, her family is a person who cannot live idle.
"The white fish in the lake at the foot of the mountain is indeed delicious." Lin Chongyang raised the bamboo basket containing the fish and said, "Then let's try new dishes."
The kitchen in Xue Qingfang was built only two days ago and has not been used before today. Therefore, the first thing to do when cooking is to start cooking.
There is no problem with the stove. Tukunlun Zhenyuan is the primary productive force in this aspect. Now there is no need to chop firewood for cooking.
Now that the stove is officially open, we can't just cook one dish of fish, so we added another dish of pearl lotus leaf balls, one dish of vinegar-coated raccoon meat, one dish of three-pepper dragon and phoenix shrimp, and two of the white fish, barely making up four dishes for one. Soup.
When the dishes were served, the sky in the west just turned red.
The temperature in Xue Qingfang is controlled by formations. Although it retains the winter scene, it can still be called a suitable climate when the white dew has not yet come out of its sheath.
Ji Wuxia warmed up the wine, and the two of them sat at the table, savoring the leisure time.
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