shock!She can travel through time

Entering January, it is completely cold and twelfth lunar month.

Although the entire Tang Dynasty was in a warm period throughout the years, not all places had warm winters.

The snow that should have fallen will still fall.

This year's first snow came very late.

As soon as Lin Wanwan returned to the gate of her house from Hongyanxiao, snowflakes fluttered down, landed on her veiled hat and shoulders, and turned into water droplets in an instant.

Lin Wanwan didn't care about admiring Bai Xue, so she hurriedly pasted the copybook wrapped in silk into her bosom, jumped off the horse, threw the reins towards the door, and rushed to the porter's room.

Then shake off the snowflakes on the silk for fear of getting wet.

"Go get an oiled paper umbrella."

There was already an oiled paper umbrella in the concierge, and Hongyan, who was following Lin Wanwan, quickly stepped forward, took the oiled paper umbrella and opened it, and was about to open the umbrella for Lin Wanwan.

Lin Wanwan took the umbrella from her hand and said, "I'll do it myself, and you go get another umbrella."

After speaking, he couldn't wait to hold the oil-paper umbrella and went to the main courtyard.

As soon as Lin Wanwan entered the yard, she saw Xiao Qingyu leading Rong Rong and Song Sulan happily having fun in the snow.

Seeing Lin Wanwan coming in with an oiled paper umbrella, Xiao Qingyu rushed over like a small cannonball. Lin Wanwan held her down and said quickly: "Mother has a copybook in her hand, so it won't get wet."

Xiao Qingyu had no interest in copybooks, and only shouted excitedly: "Mother, mother, it's snowing, it's snowing!"

The little guy's eyes and hearts are full of love for snow. For people in the Jiangnan area who can't see a snow all year round, snow is really rare.

Lin Wanwan could understand Xiao Qingyu's excitement very well. If she hadn't been holding Yu Shinan's copybook in her arms, she would have thrown away the oil-paper umbrella and felt the flying snowflakes.

The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is usually mixed with rainwater even if it falls, and it condenses into water in the air before it hits the ground, which is really boring.It is really rare to see such pure and fluttering white snow like today.

But at this moment, what Lin Wanwan wants to do most is to put away the national treasure first.

"Put on the cloak for Xiao Yu'er, don't catch a cold."

"Here."

Lin Wanwan gave instructions to the servants, then carried the copybook and continued walking inside.

When she entered the study, she threw the silk and carefully unfolded the copybook again, slowly admiring it with a smile on her face.

At this moment, Menzi came to report: "Xiao Mingfu is here."

Lin Wanwan raised her head from the copybook and looked out through the study window.

In the courtyard, Xiao Chong, dressed in a green shirt and holding an oil-paper umbrella, came striding out of the snow. His body was like a green pine, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his outline was sharp.A gust of north wind blew by, and snowflakes flew obliquely, mixed with the sound of his clothes flapping through the air, making him exude an unfathomable aura.

Lin Wanwan was stunned for a while, and she didn't come back to herself until Xiao Chong went to the corridor and handed the umbrella to the guard.

Admiring the beauty in the snow, it turned out to be this scene.

"Cousin, it's rare that you're free, have you caught all the savage bandits?"

"Kill it, kill it, shut it down, the rest is nothing to worry about."

Dugu Bian was following behind Xiao Chong, and it was he who was speaking at this time.It's just that Lin Wanwan's attention was attracted by Xiao Chong, and she didn't notice him for a while.

"Cousin, please be polite."

"Lin Le'an, be polite."

"Two brothers, please be polite."

After the ceremony was over, Xiao Chong caught a glimpse of the copybook spread out on Lin Wanwan's desk, and asked curiously, "Which family's calligraphy is the new cousin?"

Lin Wanwan was also willing to share, and said with a sweet smile, "It's the calligraphy of Shaojian Yu (Yu Shinan is now the Secretary of the Shaojian)."

Today, Dugu Di, whose eyes were tied with cloth strips, was naturally invisible. Xiao Chong went to the book case alone to take a closer look. After a while, he praised: "What a running script, the brushwork is smooth and harmonious, it is loose and unrestrained, and there is movement." God, it is a wonderful product. Yu Shaojian's calligraphy is not slack and slow, and it is precious to the world."

"Appreciating words in the snow, Le An is very interested." Dugu Di said.

Lin Wanwan discussed a few more words with the two about the copybooks, and it was a pleasure to share them with each other.

After Hongyan and other servants quietly prepared the tea set, Lin Wanwan noticed that Xiao Chong and Dugu Di's clothes were extremely thin, not to mention the brocade robes with silk cotton, and they didn't even wear cloaks.

"Brothers, it's already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the first snow has fallen today, why are you still wearing such thin clothes? You are not afraid of the cold, you need grace instead of temperature?"

Dugu Di couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, Xiao Chong also said with crooked eyebrows: "My generation of martial arts practitioners are not afraid of the cold."

Looking around the study room, he paused and said: "Cousin, why is it that the charcoal basin is not lit in such a cold day?"

For an ordinary little lady, when winter comes, the door curtains, curtains and charcoal basins will be indispensable, but Lin Wanwan's doors and windows are still wide open, and there is no charcoal basin at all.

Lin Wanwan felt really cold after being told by Xiao Chong, and said: "I just came back from the outside, I never like to light a charcoal basin in the study, and I am afraid of danger if there are sparks. As for the curtains and curtains, wouldn't it be impossible to enjoy the snow scene gone?"

Not to mention the curtains, even the window paper Lin Wanwan thought it blocked her view, and the window next to the desk was fully open.

"But it's really cold here, two brothers, let's move to the conservatory. There is a fire wall over there, so it's very comfortable. We'll have dinner there today."

These two people only came to the door after a while, so they must have come to have a meal, Lin Wanwan is used to it.

"Okay, cousin/Le An please."

Lin Wanwan carefully put away Yu Shinan's copybook and put it in the drawer of a bookcase specially made by a craftsman, and then led the two of them to the greenhouse through the veranda.

When passing by the yard, I found Xiao Qingyu wearing a cloak, hat and gloves, still playing like crazy.

Her two maidservants of about the same age were also dressed similarly, playing around her, and there were also lynxes and two little civet cats jumping around.

"Xiao Yu'er, stop playing, come here quickly, follow mother to the warm room, don't catch a cold."

Xiao Qingyu returned without raising her head: "Play for another quarter of an hour, just a quarter of an hour!"

Little Qingyu, who had been raised by Lin Wanwan to live comfortably and was incomparably rich, completely lost her memories of before the age of four after being ill twice.Gone are the days of those years when I was naked, starved of food, shivering with cold, and covered with chilblains in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Now Xiao Qingyu is happy, bright, soft and cute, just as playful as children of the same age in modern times.

For the nobles, the snowy days in ancient times were "sunset and snow all day long, and it is very spring together with plum blossoms", but for the poor people, it was "poor clothes, poor clothes, worrying about charcoal and cheapness, wishing the weather is cold".

This point, in any case, cannot be compared with the real modern prosperity.

Although Xiao Chong's timely response to the wind and flood disasters this year did not kill many people, it still affected the harvest of crops and indirectly affected the price of grain in the market.In the twelfth lunar month, there are not a few families who have lost their cooking.

When the noble women in the town saw Xue, they were a little sympathetic and planned to go to the slums to give porridge to make a name for themselves when the snow stopped.