After the twelfth lunar month, the snow in Guanshidu became even heavier.
Almost covering the entire Crying Buddha Alley.
Countless mule and horse ruts on the streets and the footprints of people rushing for a living, muddy and dirty, simply and truly record the lives of the common people in this glazed world.
This winter, the imperial court distributed relief cotton grains several days earlier than in previous years. People nearby went to the soup kitchen and queued up, but no one bought Hui Sheng's meat buns.
Before cleaning up the stall, Hui Sheng wrapped four meat buns in oil paper and delivered them to the beggar's mother-in-law who was nesting on a broken mat across the street. He told the beggar mother-in-law where there was a soup kitchen shop in front of her where she could go to get food, cotton clothes and quilts.
The rushing sentry on horseback accidentally knocked Echo down, but he didn't care about it and walked away with a whip. Those who wander around the Weeping Buddha Lane will only be poor and untouchables. He froze to death on the roadside in the heavy snow. His body was rolled up in a straw mat and thrown into a dry grave. No one would mention it again.
And the gold-mounted bag under his flank contained the sealing military order sent from the center of the court, which must be handed over to the general of the auxiliary country who was stationed at the frontier before noon the day after tomorrow. This is obviously more important.
It snowed again in the evening. Hearing something moving outside, Echo, who couldn't sit still, wrapped himself in a small ragged mattress, picked up a broom and walked out, intending to drive away the weasels.
The thatched cottage was warm and bright, and the fire in the hall made the sound of crackling charcoal from time to time. Outside the thatched cottage, the ice and snow drifted, and the beauty of the plum blossoms was lost. In the world of glass, there was no weasel. There was only one person standing in a silver cloak, and his clear and moist eyebrows could not be concealed under the fox fur hat.
The man wanted to send back a birthday greeting, but the things in the palace didn't dare to accept it. If someone found out, he would lose his head.
Intention: Every choice should be made from the heart and follow your soul