Chapter 1099:

"En," Master Jingkong nodded again, "Let them continue. Except for morning class, let's cut the firewood."
"Master, we have cut a lot, do we still want to cut it?" the little novice monk asked carefully, "If you cut it like this, I'm afraid there will be no place to put the firewood."
"You follow the teaching and cut it."
Mage Jingkong closed his eyes again, and the beads in his hand were flicking one after another, and the little novice scratched his head. In fact, there were still many questions to ask, but when he saw Mage Jingkong, he was already settled. , I dare not say anything anymore.
Almost all the monks in the temple were dispatched. They went up the mountain to find firewood, and the firewood was piled in bundles in the temple. I don't know how much it was piled until the first snow fell.
After the snow fell, it didn't stop.
Shen Qingci walked into the house, and the earth dragon burned very warm. It was also from the time when the sky was a little cold, it burned the earth dragon, not to mention the master here, even the people who came down.
The new charcoal burned out of the newly bought charcoal kiln is absolutely enough for the master of the mansion. For example, the charcoal can also be burned by the servants of the mansion, even if it is burned like this. Enough to burn through a winter day.
At the beginning, no one felt anything. Even if this important place in Beijing is still a prosperous place, the heavy snow is falling, and the literati and ink guests also prefer this scene. This snow, I don’t know how to stay. How many good poems come out through the ages.
Of course, in the face of these ice and snow scenes, these literati and ink guests are all poems, and even their respective houses have opened snow-appreciating snow parties.
"Madam, are you going?"
San Xixun asked Shen Qingci.
I have received several of these posts, and I hope that Shen Qingci can condescend to walk on.
"Appreciating the snow?" Shen Qingci picked up one, and opened it again.
Oh, Ning's. She curled her mouth slightly.
In the early years, they all avoided hiding, but now they think of her, what do they want her to do, give them momentum, or let others know how close they are to the Shuo Palace?
When she had no temper, she thought she had a good temper and could repay her grievances with virtue and let her go. Did they look at themselves too high or underestimate her?
She flipped through another one, but she didn't take a closer look at whose house it was. Regardless of who's family, she didn't mean to go out.
What snow to enjoy, where is there no snow to enjoy? I think that when she was in Chang'an, she stayed in the snow-capped mountains for two months. That snow scene is the real snow scene. The sky and the earth are the same. Apart from the heavy snow, I am afraid that only the snow can be seen.
"You can just pile it up for a reason."
Shen Qingci didn't want to go out very much. When she had this time, she would go out and follow those people in a vain way. She might as well save more money for the children, and spend more time with the children.
She is the children who don't want to leave her 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 kept all these posts away, of course, he had to think of some good excuses and pushed them out. In fact, she didn't feel how beautiful this snow scene was. In this cold day, there was nothing to go out and do. The cold was like a dog, so it's better to stay in the house.
Shen Qingci opened the curtain and walked into the house. The ground dragon inside the house was very hot. It was as warm as a spring day, and the outside was wearing cotton clothes, but as long as you don't go out here, you can wear single clothes.
Shen Qing refused to leave here, but also watched the sleeping children on the bed collapsed. They have grown up a little bit. Their small arms and legs are stronger. Even the weakest brother Yi is now. He has grown some flesh, although he is still somewhat different from his brothers, but he has worked hard to grow flesh.
Shen Qingci squeezed Brother Yi's little hand, this little hand finally had flesh, and it felt weak and boneless.
"Be careful, don't be cold," she stood up, and also ordered the nanny, it is warmer inside, but it is a pity to pay attention to not let them shock the wind.
It is also a loss that they prepared enough charcoal, so this fire dragon can burn all the time.
The heavy snow outside was still falling. At the beginning, no one noticed it. There were still many people in this poem, and this snow scene became a matter of elegance.
But when the snow fell for a month, no one came out again, and no one painted on these snow chanting poems, and no one held a snow appreciation meeting in the mansion.
The winter of this year is very cold, which is comparable to the heavy snow in Beijing a few years ago. During that heavy snow, let alone other places, even at the feet of the emperor, it was frozen to death. people.
The past few years have been a little more comfortable, so I have forgotten the things of being prepared for danger in times of peace, when it is getting colder every day, and when the snow is getting bigger every day.
The first thing they discovered was that the charcoal fire was not enough, and they were only looking for charcoal, but the heavy snowfall every year was the same. After being unable to go up the mountain, even the charcoal would not burn well. , So the people in Beijing are also starting to become anxious, just like that year, no charcoal is available.
Even the basic livelihood can't be maintained. Whoever has the interest to hold a poem meeting, this is not a poem meeting, it is simply trying to freeze people to death.
There are no years in the mountains. Xiangjue Temple was originally isolated from the world, and it was covered by heavy snow. No one came to the temple for a long time. Even the monks in the mountains cleaned the inside and out of the temple clean and beautiful, without a trace. There is snow, but the number of people going up the mountain is still gradually decreasing, especially after a month of heavy snowfall, there is no pilgrim in the mountain.
Master Jingkong looked at the solemn face of the Buddha, and put the double back together on his chest.
"My Buddha is merciful."
He walked out, a few snowflakes fell on his body, and no matter how strong the wind was, it would not disturb a corner of his clothes. The fluffy cotton-padded clothes were newly made, and there was almost no wind on him. Xue, even under such a cold wind, he still couldn't feel the slightest chill.
He looked at the blizzard outside, fearing that the snow would last for two months.
And he couldn't help sighing.
This year is okay. Even if the mountain is sealed for two months, it is impossible for anyone to freeze to death. Thanks to the charcoal, the quilts, and the food. Otherwise, the monks of Xiangjue Temple would be afraid I really have to face a catastrophe.
It’s another month of heavy snowfall. No matter how it goes outside, there is no shortage of food and clothing in King Shuo’s Mansion, and even because there are more things stored than before, it may be more than the winter of previous years. More sufficient.