As if struck by lightning, Zell froze on the spot, suddenly feeling an overwhelming pressure.
He watched Mo Lingfeng stand up and sway away, her purple dress flying, and her wide sleeves flying high in the wind, turning into two wings.
The dim moonlight and lamplight cast a layer of furry light on her body, as if she was really a god descending from the sky, playing with him in the palm of her hand.
And the long shadow trailing under her feet hid her vicious soul, which could tear him into pieces at any time.
She is a god and a demon. She has a supreme and wonderful Dharma for all sentient beings - as I will, for all Dharma, without words, without explanation, without showing, without knowledge, apart from questions and answers, this is the only Dharma.
Zell suddenly crawled under the verandah, picked up the jug, raised the jug high, opened his mouth, and caught the few drops of wine left in it.
This bit of wine was not enough to extinguish the fear in his heart.
In the silence, he even felt that Mo Lingfeng was still watching him arrogantly - the wind shaking the bell, blowing through the grass and trees, and blowing through the verandah were her eyes and ears.
But Mo Lingfeng left very quickly, without looking back. When he was approaching Changsui Residence, Yin Bei sent a letter from Wu Jin.
Mo Lingfeng took the letter into the room, sat casually at the table, opened the letter, and before reading it, the nanny brought sobering soup.
The hangover soup smelled slightly sour and bitter. Mo Lingfeng frowned, pinched the letter, and drank the soup in one gulp. Then he grinned and said "tsk, tsk" twice. He put down the medicine bowl with a "bang" and quickly picked up the tea to rinse. mouth.
After spitting out the tea in her mouth, she opened the letter and read it carefully.
"Listen to the wind, will the day when the letter arrives be a good time for Cheng Ting?"
At this time, the moon is at the top of the sky, and it is quiet at night. I am writing to you in the countryside and fields,
Ningzhou has been experiencing drought for two months, and there has been a small plague of locusts in the fields. Fortunately, soybeans have been planted, and the locusts do not like to eat, so the harvest will not be lost.
I led the yamen officials and students from Yizhou to exterminate locusts in the fields, and unexpectedly saw a locust temple built in the countryside of Ningzhou. 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. , praying to the Locust God to open his net.
The county magistrate forced the villagers to catch locusts. 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, and five pounds of locusts for one liter of fine flour. Now, there are many more villagers catching locusts in the fields. This locust plague should be able to survive smoothly.
I haven't seen any drought or flood disasters in Kuanzhou from the Di newspaper, so it must be good weather.
It’s almost the Mid-Autumn Festival and the chestnuts are ripe. Can you eat pine nut cake?
I don’t know whether you are at home or in the fortress, or whether you are pregnant with Yue.
The autumn moon is boundless, but the pen and ink are limited. I regret that I cannot invite you to enjoy it together.
On July 16, the 29th year of Yuan Zhang, Wu Jin wrote it in Nanmu Village, Lengde County, Ningzhou.
Looking forward to recovery. "
Mo Lingfeng put the letter in his arms, got up and went to the cubicle, using the little bit of alcohol in his body to write a reply to Wu Jin.
"Wu Jin, the day I received the letter was Cheng San's wedding day.
The Cheng family was very lively. I accompanied Cheng Ting to welcome him in person. After a busy day, I just returned home.
Today I ate a cup of iced cheese, two pieces of pine nut and chestnut cake, and three meals of tea and rice. I felt full, so I would eat a few hawthorn sticks before going to bed to help digestion.
The weather in Kuanzhou is going well, everything is going well, and the war is going smoothly. This war has been going on for a long time, and Jin Lu has already planned a decisive battle. Depending on the situation, he will end this war in just one or two years.
After you return to Beijing, I will wait for the opportunity and send the flaws and information to Tan Xuan to let the emperor know the situation in the fortress.
Today I have a black chrysanthemum, which is tainted with the joy of the Cheng family, and I would like to give it to you to take a look.
The weather is getting cooler, 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: "Give it to Wu Jin."
Yin Bei accepted it, stood up and left. She opened her eyes, yawned, and leaned on the table.
The next morning, after saying goodbye to Mo Qianlan, Mo Lingfeng led his soldiers back to the fort.
The weather in Kuanzhou did not wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival. It turned cold quickly. On the first day of October, heavy snow and hail suddenly fell for three days. Countless cattle, sheep, and horses froze to death.
Mo Lingfeng sensed something was wrong from this unprecedented heavy snowstorm, and quickly ordered Yin Bei to spend hundreds of thousands of taels from the Mo Mansion, rent a ship from Shiyuan, buy 100,000 taels of grain from Su and Hu, and prepare it in advance. Enough cotton clothes and charcoal were delivered to the fortress.
In November, the Shuo River froze, heavy snow continued, and the snow was five feet thick on the ground. Houses collapsed, and many people died of cold and exhaustion. There were zombies on the road. The state official ordered the officials to bury the corpses outside the racecourse, and set up porridge sheds in the city. Disaster relief and getting through difficulties.
This snow has been falling for a month, and the Jeju pier has been cut off. The food, grass, cotton clothes, and military pay that were supposed to be delivered to the fort in Kyoto were all stuck in the middle of the road, unable to move.
The inside and outside of the fort had turned into a piece of frozen soil. When the soldiers stood guard, they had to change their posts every four-quarters of an hour. When the archers looked out, they could hardly see the movements of the golden captives, and could only see a vast expanse of white.
The Jinlu lacked food and clothing, which was even more difficult than the fortress. At the end of November, they put up a no-war card. Mo Lingfeng and Zhong Jiaqing agreed that the wind and snow were too heavy and there was no need to waste the lives of the soldiers, so they also put out a no-war card.
Letters from Wu Jin came frequently, but they often stopped midway. Sometimes not one would arrive in a month, but once they arrived, there would be three or four.
On the third day of December, after Mo Lingfeng's military training, he walked towards the house. There were piles of snow on both sides of the road, waiting for the soldiers to push them away and dump them. There was an ice pillar on the eaves, and the snow on the roof had just been shoveled yesterday. , it’s full again today.
When Mo Lingfeng returned to the house, Yin Nan brought over a pot of hot tea and a bowl of mixed noodles - one hundred thousand shi of grain, which could be eaten sparingly by 50,000 people until the beginning of next spring.
She took a chopstick and grilled it on the charcoal fire. After it was hot, she ate two of them with hot water, and then picked up the four letters from Wu Jin and read them.
In the letter, Wu Jin was worried about the disasters in Kuanzhou and Jizhou, and said that he had arrived in Shuozhou - Shuozhou had been plagued by locusts for several years. When the general magistrate of Shuozhou was worshiping at the Locust Temple, he tripped on the threshold and put his head down. He fell on the stone slab and never got up. The emperor issued an order to let Wu Jin be in charge of Shuozhou Tongjian. After Shuozhou Tongjian took office, he would return to Ningzhou.
After Mo Lingfeng turned the letter over and over, he glanced at the snow outside the house. Everything was white. The breath a person exhaled was so cold that it took shape and came out in clumps.
There was a "peel" sound in the charcoal basin. She picked up the chopsticks and spread the charcoal more. Yin Nan walked in and put a small bag of grain in front of her: "This is from the Nomad Qing, saying that part of the grain sent by the imperial court has arrived. "
Mo Lingfeng opened the bag and took a look, and saw a mess inside. He frowned and said, "Is this food?"
She reached in and took out a handful. She took a closer look and saw that the rice and wheat were mixed with red old rice. It crumbled with her fingers, and there were chaff and shriveled beans. If you eat such food, the soldiers must be If we are weak, Gaopingzhai will be lost by next spring.
He handed the bag of grain to Yin Nan: "Keep this thing. It will be of great use in the future. Let the back camp cook a few meals to let everyone know that this is food sent by the imperial court."
"Yes." Yin Nan tightened the bag and put it away.
"When the horse materials and cotton clothes arrive, I also keep a copy."
"yes."
