"Yes," the Void Mage nodded again, "let them continue, and go chop firewood except for the morning class." ”

"Master, we've cut a lot, do we still want to cut it?" Xiao Shami asked cautiously, "If you continue to cut it like this, I'm afraid that there will be no place for the firewood." “

"You can do it if you follow the teaching."

The Pure Space Master closed his eyes again, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were also moving one after another, and Xiao Shami scratched his head, in fact, there were still many questions he wanted to ask, but when he saw that the Pure Space Master was already settled, he didn't dare to say anything more.

Almost all the monks in the temple went out to find firewood, and the firewood was also piled up in the temple one by one, I don't know how much, until the first snow fell.

And after this snow has passed, it has not stopped.

Shen Qingci walked into the house, the earth dragon burned very warmly, and it was also from the time when the sky was a little cold, the earth dragon was burned, not to mention the master, even the subordinates were also burned.

The new charcoal burned by the newly bought charcoal kiln is definitely enough for the master in the house, such as those sinking charcoals and the like, which can also be burned for the people in the house, even if it is burned like this, it is enough to burn through a winter.

At the beginning, no one felt anything, even if this important place in Beijing was still a prosperous place, and the heavy snow was falling, and those literati and writers also preferred this scene, and this snow, I don't know how many good poems from the ages will be left behind.

Of course, in the face of these ice and snow scenes, these literati and artists are also poetic, and even their respective mansions have opened snow appreciation and snow tasting parties.

"Madame, are you going?"

Sanxi asked Shen Qingci.

I have received several of these posts, all hoping that Shen Qingci can deign to walk away.

"Snow viewing?" Shen Qingci picked up one and opened it to take a look.

Oh, the Ning family. She pouted slightly.

In the early years, they avoided it, but now they think of her, let her do something, give them a boost, or let others know how close they are to Shuo Wangfu?

When she just has no temper, do you still think that how good her temperament is, she can repay her grievances with virtue, and she is not to blame for the past, do they think too highly of themselves, or do they underestimate her?

She flipped through it again, but she didn't look closely at whose house it was. And no matter whose family it is, she has no intention of going out.

What kind of snow to enjoy, and where is there no snow to enjoy? I think when she came for a long time, but after staying in the snowy mountains for two months, the snow scene is the real snow scene, the world is the same color, and in addition to the heavy snow, I am afraid that there is only those snows.

"You can find a reason to pile it up casually."

Shen Qingci didn't want to go out much, with this time, she might as well save more money for the children when she went out to follow those people, and she would have stayed with the children for a while.

She doesn't want to leave her children at all, they are the most important existence in her life, and there is nothing more precious in this world than her children.

Sanxi put away these posts, and of course he wanted to think of some good excuses to push them out. In fact, she didn't feel how beautiful this snow scene was, in this cold day, there was nothing to do outside, it was as cold as a dog, it was better to stay in the house.

Shen Qingci asked people to open the curtains, and also walked into the house, the earth dragon in the house was very hot, warm as a spring day, and they were all wearing cotton clothes outside, but as long as they didn't go out here, they could wear single clothes.

Shen Qing quit not to leave here, but also looked at the bed collapse, a few sleeping children, they have grown up a little more, their small arms and legs are stronger, even the weakest Brother Yi is now growing some meat, although it is still a little different from his brothers, but he has been working hard to grow meat.

Shen Qingci pinched Brother Yi'er's little hand, which finally had flesh, and it felt weak and boneless.

"Be careful, don't get cold," she stood up, and also instructed a few nurses, it was warmer inside, but unfortunately it was also necessary to be careful, just don't let them startle the wind.

It is also a loss that they have prepared enough charcoal, so this fire dragon can burn forever.

The heavy snow outside was still falling, and at first, no one paid attention to it, and there were many people who were making a lot of poetry here, and this snow scene became an elegant thing.

But when the snow fell for a month, no one came out again, no one painted on these snow poems, and no one held any snow appreciation parties in the house.

This year's winter was very cold, which was enough to compare with the heavy snowfall in Beijing a few years ago, and when it snowed, not to mention other places, even at the feet of the Son of Heaven, many people froze to death.

In the past few years, I have lived a little more comfortable, so I have forgotten the things of being prepared for danger in times of peace, when it is getting colder day by day, when it is snowing day by day.

The first thing they found was that the charcoal was too insufficient, and they were only looking for charcoal, but every year the heavy snow was the same, and after they couldn't go up the mountain, even the charcoal was not very easy to burn, so the people in Beijing also began to get anxious, afraid that it would be like that year, and there was no charcoal available.

can't even maintain a basic livelihood, who is still interested in holding a poetry meeting, this is not a poetry meeting, they simply want to freeze to death.

There is no time in the mountain, Xiangjue Temple is isolated from the world, bearing the heavy snow to seal the mountain, the temple is also a long time has not been over, even if it is a monk in the mountain, the temple inside and outside the clean and beautiful, there is no trace of snow, but the people on the mountain are still slowly decreasing, especially after the heavy snow in January, there is no pilgrim in the mountain.

Master Jingkong looked at the solemn appearance of the Buddha, and then put it on his chest with both backs together.

"I am compassionate."

He walked out, a few snowflakes fell on his body, and no matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't blow a corner of his clothes, the fluffy cotton clothes were newly made, and almost all the wind and snow on his body were impermeable, even if it was so cold, he still couldn't feel a trace of coldness.

He looked at the wind and snow outside, afraid that the snow would fall for two months.

And he couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately this year, even if the mountain is really sealed for two months, it is unlikely that anyone will freeze to death, thanks to those charcoals, as well as those quilts, and these grains, otherwise, the monks of their Xiangjue Temple are afraid that they will really face a catastrophe.

It's snowing again in January, no matter what happens outside, there is no shortage of food and clothing in the Shuowang Mansion, and even because there are more things than at the beginning, it may be more abundant than in the winter of previous years.