The mind of a young man is always ignorant of sorrow. After playing in the snow, Yun Zhong lost most of his depression for many days. After all the fun, you still have to earn copper coins. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, money becomes more and more precious: bones are brittle in winter and not as strong as in ordinary seasons. In the past, all you had to do was stand up and dust off the loose dirt from your clothes. Yun Zhongzhen couldn't afford the money needed to set bones and straighten muscles.
Therefore, the young man had to be a little more careful. He only picked up areas with thick snow to settle on along the way to the teahouse. He stepped on the snow-covered areas with his shoes so that he could hardly slip while moving forward steadily. Those places with loose and shallow snowflakes often had thick ice hidden underneath. , quite slippery and difficult to walk on.
It’s easy to get tired in winter. Most people snuggle up in front of the fire and take a nap, looking at the snow falling all over the house. Going out is more difficult than climbing to the sky. Even moving a few pieces of black coal inevitably requires hearing the roar of lions several times. The frown reacted. As a result, the teahouse's business was deserted and few people came to the door. What Yun Zhong did every day was to clean the ashes and pile up the snow outside the door. Uncharacteristically, the shopkeeper put away the teapot that he had kept with him all day long, and warmed a pot of wine by the stove. After Yun Zhong and another handyman had cleared away the snow, they locked the shop door and made the thatch close to the crack of the door. The three of them sat around the fire, a wave of warmth came over them, and the previous cold air seemed to be forced out of the body through all the pores in their bodies, making them feel comfortable.
"It feels like the middle of winter today. In the twelfth lunar month last year, there was no snow, and a bird appeared in the sky, and it still screamed like a winter." The fat shopkeeper clicked his lips, picked up the wine bottle with his hands, and was so hot that he cursed his mother.
Frowning as he looked at the steaming bowl of wine in front of him, the young man felt really worried at the moment. In all my life, I have never had a drink. In previous years, when my father was at home, he would often bring back two ounces of wine to satisfy his cravings, but he never let Yun Zhong taste it.
Yun Zhong sniffed the rather spicy clear wine and looked at the shopkeeper in embarrassment. The shopkeeper was quite unhappy, "I think when I was your age, I was already doing the drinking orders with the drunkards at the same table. I have a sip of wine to warm my body. What's the big deal? I will be walking around the world in the future. How can I tell people that I don't know how to drink?" The handyman beside him had already drank a bowl and looked eagerly at the wine flask in the shopkeeper's hand. It was obvious that the wine was of good quality, which directly aroused the wine bug in his stomach that had been thirsty for many days.
To celebrate the third autumn, wine, as its name suggests, is made by people using old grains to make wine, which means that this autumn will have a bumper harvest. It has been around since ancient times. It is extremely strong and heavy. A person with a normal capacity for drinking will become drunk after less than three bowls. There is a limerick to prove it: Three bowls and three autumns wake up in March, and the gods sleep until dawn. It's enough to show how powerful the wine is.
The young man picked up the bowl, took a deep breath and drank it all in one gulp as if he were on the execution ground.
The hot wine entered the cold intestines, causing his face to turn red immediately, with blood appearing from the base of his ears to his forehead. It felt as if a powerful fire dragon rushed down from the throat to the stomach, and he felt a little short of breath. But what came immediately was an idea that even he thought was ridiculous.
one more bowl.
Snow and reed flowers were hanging outside the window, and the shopkeeper and servants inside the house were stunned. Except for the two of them who had drank two bowls, most of the remaining pot was filled with milk and drank into the young man's mouth.
The shopkeeper rubbed his eyes with his fat fingers and suddenly realized that he grabbed the mouth of the wine pot and shook it downwards. The wine pot was empty and there was no trace of wine pulp. Qing Sanqiu is a good wine worth a lot of money. Even in Qingchai County, you can get a banquet. This bastard poured it well and didn't leave a drop. The drunken boy lay on the table, drooling across the cracks of the huanghuali table. He didn't know what he was dreaming about, and grinned innocently.
The snow fell until it was time to hold the lantern, and the boy slept until it was time to hold the lantern.
When Youyou woke up, Yun Zhong had a splitting headache, and his throat was as dry and astringent as if on fire. Things were spinning in front of him. He staggered up from the fire, looking for a sip of tea to moisten his throat, but for some reason, he searched all over the teahouse and couldn't find half a sip. Drinking tea, I vaguely remembered that there was an old well in the backyard, and walked toward the backyard with soft feet. Opening the courtyard door, I accidentally saw someone standing quietly in the courtyard. Heavy snow fell on the man's shoulders and bun, and also fell on the sword on his back.
When the sword came out, the heavy snow in the courtyard seemed to be stagnant for a foot around the man's body. The strong wind rolled the snow with great force, while the shower was like silver flowers and it was always difficult to get close. The sword is opened and closed like a famous artist's freehand strokes, cutting through countless snow in an instant. Every time the sword is dropped, the cicada's thin blade cuts through the flying snow, and there is a slight sound of the sword.
So the young man forgot about his unbearable thirst and howling wind, and stared at the sword in the man's hand like a fool.
"You're so handsome." The young man looked at the incense for a few seconds before falling to the ground.
After all, Qingchai County is a wealthy place. Although there has been heavy snowfall for several days, there is no snow in the streets. Many young men from scholarly families are always leisurely and elegant. They go out to watch the continuous first snowfall, surrounded by their servants.
The literary style of the Shang Qi Kingdom was at its peak. Except for desolate and remote places like small towns, the whole country was full of hundreds of schools of thought contending, and famous people were born in large numbers. Especially a few years ago, when the new emperor succeeded to the throne, he chose countless famous people to hold grand gatherings in the palace courtyard to celebrate literature. Meeting friends has made the style of writing more prosperous than ever before.
After this, many restaurants, famous places and even romantic places gained glory. Many literary giants do not adhere to etiquette and cumbersome rules, and often engage in wild behavior: two years ago, a poetry and calligraphy giant used alcohol to tear off the imperial list in Jiuhua City, the imperial capital of the Shang Qi Dynasty, and was ranked on the imperial list. Wu Longfei wrote a quatrain and fell drunk by the city gate. Originally, such a treasonous act was a sure thing to be beheaded, but the emperor's reaction surprised all the civil and military officials in the court. The tattered imperial list was framed by his majesty with a frame made of golden nan and hung on the conspicuous wall on the top of the imperial study room. Go up there and watch and taste it every day, quite a bit like forgetting to eat and sleep.
Since then, the down-and-out literati, who pride themselves on being depressed and frustrated, have been trying their best to leave their calligraphy treasures everywhere, hoping that by chance they will be noticed by some dignitary, and their rise to prominence is no longer a distant dream. The shopkeepers who run restaurants and the officials who have beautiful scenery and historical sites in their jurisdiction are not stupid. Speaking of restaurants, if you want to leave inscriptions and calligraphy, you can naturally do it. Larger restaurants have two walls specially set aside for these red-eyed literati to inscribe and write poems. Dip your wallet and buy a piece of wall space to leave blank.
Of course, spending money to buy walls is only for literati who have not yet become famous. As for the inscriptions of famous literati, paying money for them may not necessarily bring opportunities. The character, temperament, and preferences of great scholars cannot always be the same as those of ordinary people. Most of them are mavericks.
The Yusheng Building in Qingchai recently obtained a calligraphy painting with white walls. It is difficult to know how much the price was paid. The strange thing is that the words are made of gold hooks and silver cut into three parts of wood, and the poems are of high mountains and flowing water, but there is no inscription or seal. No one can tell who the author of the inscription is. It is the county magistrate who found the three characters in Fan Hao's description book. That day, my old eyes were bloodshot and red, but I couldn't find half an article with a similar font.
However, the name of Yushenglou has quietly spread among the people and even the surrounding areas. There is an endless stream of people climbing up the building every day, hoping to see some clues or learn this unique word, the name of Yushenglou. Doors were broken down and replaced one by one, and the shopkeeper's concubine also added one room after another. Fortunately, the snow has been heavy in the past few days, and the number of visitors has dropped by 60 to 70%. The waiters, the string players, and the cooks in the restaurant and kitchen can finally have a moment of leisure.
So a few local young men took advantage of this situation and climbed to the second floor window to enjoy the snow. Several young people have not yet obtained academic qualifications, but their ink is not necessarily shallow, and they have a certain talent and demeanor when talking and laughing.
"Since it's just a matter of enjoying the snow and drinking wine, drinking would be boring, so why don't we imitate the literati of the dynasty and make a flying flower order with the word "雪" to reflect the beauty of the first snow." The person who spoke was dressed in fox fur, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. However, his complexion was very dull and haggard, obviously he was suffering from a hidden illness or recovering from a serious illness.
"Of course it's excellent." The others all agreed.
An old servant standing behind the young man in fox fur frowned when he heard this. He was about to say something, but the young man waved his hand to indicate not to say anything. The wine had warmed up, and the waiter brought several plates of exquisite side dishes to accompany the wine, so the young man in fox fur began to give orders. After more than ten rounds in a row, there was no winner or loser. No one hesitated, and they continued to speak seventy or eighty sentences of poetry with snow in them, and the balances were neat and rhythmic.
It wasn't until the sixteenth round that the young man in red pondered for a moment before saying, "The moon is trickling outside the crystal curtain, and there are layers of snow on the pear branches." Then it was the turn of Mr. Foxqiu to say the next sentence.
Everyone was uneasy because they really couldn't think of any other poems. If they couldn't come up with it, a drink of wine would be a small thing, but it would still be a bit embarrassing. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the young man in fox fur stretched out his jade chopsticks, picked up a piece of cloud leg and put it into his mouth, then he smiled slightly and said loudly.
"The snow has faded in winter and the clouds are silent across thousands of mountains. The flowers are frightening the trees in spring and the weather is clear in April."
No one noticed that across from Yusheng Building, there was a middle-aged man in blue cotton-padded clothes with three strands of beard, leaning against the window and nodding secretly.
