marquis of jingan

Chapter 390
After all, Jiangdu is located in the south of the Yangtze River. Although it snowed in winter in previous years, it rarely snowed heavily, but this winter, it snowed extraordinarily heavily.

Almost to the point of road closures.

The entire city of Jiangdu was dyed white.

Shen Yi and his wife went out early. The couple stood side by side outside the city, looking at the sky and the earth outside the city. Shen Yi smiled and said: "I have been in Jiangdu for seventeen or eighteen years, and this is the first time I have seen such a heavy snow."

Lu Ruoxi leaned on Shen Yi's shoulder. The couple are both from Jiangdu, and they both spoke Jiangdu dialect. She looked at the heavy snow all over the sky, and said with a soft smile in Jiangdu dialect: "My husband is Hanlin Gong appointed by His Majesty. If there is no poetry, how about reciting a poem?"

"It's simple."

Shen Yi read out the first two sentences without thinking: "Jiangshang is a general, and Inoue is a black hole."

He turned his head to look at his wife, and said with a smile, "The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen."

After hearing the first two sentences, Lu Ruoxi frowned subconsciously. After hearing the last two sentences, she relaxed her brows, patted Shen Yi's shoulder with her hand, and said in a gruff voice: "I hate it, I don't care at all."

Shen Yi smiled and said: "Why don't you care about it? Isn't it suitable for the occasion?"

"How can there be such a poem, it's all out of order, out of order..."

Shen Yi stretched out his arms around his wife's waist, and said with a smile: "It's out of interest, what kind of order do you want?"

After the couple enjoyed the snow, there were more and more pedestrians on the road, stepping on the road one by one, no longer the general appearance of the world, the two lost interest, accompanied by a few servants, went back government.

On the way back, Lu Ruoxi took Shen Yi's arm, and said, "This winter seems to be colder than previous years, and I don't know if there is enough charcoal at Father's place. Let's buy some in the city later, and let someone give it to you." He sent it over."

At this moment, the main color of the road is still absolutely white. On the white road, you can already see a few old men selling charcoal sporadically. Shen Yi walked up to an old man, asked the price, and bought all the charcoal. After paying the money, he said with a smile: "Old man, please send it to the Ganquan Academy outside the city, and hand it over to Lu Shanzhang of the academy."

The old man was almost 60 years old. After receiving the cold silver, he looked at Shen Yi with some hesitation, stretched out his hands and rubbed them together: "Master, don't you go with the little old man?"

Shen Yi shook his head slightly, and said: "I believe in the old man, if the old man is not down-to-earth, he will not do this job."

The old man's fingers were full of black ashes from burning charcoal. Hearing this, he smiled gratefully at Shen Yi, then took out a small knife from his pocket, and prepared to cut silver to give Shen Yi "change".

This ingot of silver is five taels, and a cart of charcoal is estimated to be less than three taels of silver.

Shen Yi looked at a rag doll hanging in front of the old man's charcoal cart, and sighed: "Forget it, old man, don't look for this money anymore, you can use it to buy thick clothes..."

Shen Yi looked at the doll, and said, "It's cold this winter, so add some thick clothes to the children at home."

Following Shen Yi's gaze, the old man saw the doll hanging on his car, and his lips moved: "At home... there is a little granddaughter at home..."

He was not good at words and couldn't go on.

Shen Yi patted the old man's shoulder and sighed: "Old man, if you still have charcoal at home, I will send it to the Shen family in the city tomorrow. My family lives in De'anfang in the west of the city. I remember it is the home of the fourth master Shen, not the elder master Shen." Family."

The old man was cutting silver at first, when he heard this, he stopped, nodded timidly and said: "This money is almost enough for two carts of charcoal, and the little old man will send it to the master tomorrow."

Shen Yi smiled and nodded.

So, the couple passed by the charcoal seller.

When the old man walked away, Lu Ruoxi looked at the black ash stained on Shen Yi's hands, thoughtfully: "My husband seems to be very sympathetic to that old man."

"Not pity."

Shen Yi shook his head and said, "I just thought of a poet."

He said softly: "When I was young, I saw many romantic people in my dreams. Among them was a poet. I read many of his poems, and one of them was written by a charcoal seller."

"He wrote..."

"Poor clothes are bare, worrying about charcoal and cheapness, wishing the weather is cold."

After hearing this incomplete poem, Lu Ruoxi was a little moved, she frowned, and said: "Husband, I have read the poetry collections of ancient and modern poets, why haven't I heard this sentence?"

"I said it was obtained in a dream."

Lu Ruoxi knew that Shen Yi was trying to evade, so she snorted lightly: "I hate it, if you don't tell the truth, pull it down!"

Master Shen looked at the heavy snow, felt the biting cold wind, and suddenly sighed softly.

"The poet wrote another poem."

"I can't remember the whole sentence. I only remember a few broken sentences. I will read it to my wife."

Lu Ruoxi held Shen Yi's shoulder, and nodded slightly: "Mmm..."

Shen Yi recited slowly, speaking with a voice that had never been seen in this era.

"The prefect of Xuancheng knows or doesn't know, one zhang blanket, one thousand taels of silk."

"He who doesn't know the cold wants to be warm."

Master Shen sighed.

"Stop seizing people's clothes as lichens..."

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After several days of snow, it finally cleared up.

At this time, there are only four days left before the end of the year.

At the gate of the west gate of Jiangdu City, Shen Yi, dressed in fur, was seeing off his friends.

And the friend who left Jiangdu at this time was naturally Zhang Jian, the magistrate of Jiangdu.

Near the carriage, the two brothers bid farewell.

Shen Yi bid farewell to this senior brother, and said with a smile: "Senior brother left too hastily, there is still a lot of snow on this official road, be careful and slippery."

Zhang Jian said helplessly: "It's not the heavy snow. I'm already home now. The heavy snow has delayed my trip. I wonder if I can make it back to Jiankang before the end of the year."

As the parting was approaching, Shen Yi couldn't help but sighed: "I'm parting from senior brother today. After the new year, when senior brother comes back to take up his post, I'm going to go to Jiankang. We two senior brothers passed each other again."

Zhang Jian was very hearty, and said with a smile, "It's okay. I will return to Jiankang in the middle of next year. By then, our brothers will be officials in Jiankang, so we will have more time to drink."

Shen Yi smiled: "Next year, I will definitely eat a few more meals with my brother."

After the two brothers spoke a few more words, Zhang Jian suddenly asked, "When will Ziheng go to Jiankang after the Chinese New Year?"

"Maybe after the Lantern Festival."

"Well."

Zhang Jian thought for a while and said with a smile: "If you go back to Jiankang after the Lantern Festival, I'll come back earlier, maybe our brothers can meet again."

"Ah."

Shen Yi cupped his hands and said, "I'm waiting for senior brother to come back in Jiangdu. Senior brother will send greetings to Prime Minister Zhang and Zhang's seniors on my behalf."

Speaking of this, Shen Yi hesitated for a while, and then said: "Brother, please tell Mr. Zhang that after the year ends, I may have something to do. I will go to Zhang's house to ask him to see the old man."

Shen Yi, an eighth-rank official, is not qualified to participate in the Pingwo matter.

Therefore, he needs someone who is capable enough to help him get involved.

Zhao Changping is not suitable, because Zhao Changping has been in the household department all year round, and his influence in other yamen is not high.

But Zhang Jing, who has met many times, is capable enough to help him participate.

When the time comes, Master Shen will have the opportunity to participate in this "project" after communicating with the emperor.

Zhang Jian didn't doubt that he was there, patted his chest carelessly, and said with a smile: "Grandfather, the old man has long said that no one else can see him. If you, Shen Ziheng, want to see him, come to the door anytime!"

Shen Yi took a step back when he heard the words, and cupped his hands to Zhang Jian: "Farewell, brother."

Zhang Jian also bowed his hand to return the gift, and said with a smile: "See you next year!"

　This chapter is to enrich the character image of the protagonist, not for hydrology. The daily part in front is more troublesome to write than to push the plot...

　　
　
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