It was the end of winter, and snow came at night. The ice in the well was thin, and the wind was chilly.
In two days, it would be the season of light snow.
It began to snow at night. Accompanied by the north wind, the chickens and ducks ran back to their homes.
The heater in Zhuangzi had been turned on, and the single glass window was covered with snow, making it impossible to see the situation outside.
Li Yi was reading a letter in his hand, praising it from time to time.
The letter was naturally written by Zhong Shaojing. The words used were tactful, but the main idea was clear: money.
"I want to come to Zhuangzi to hold a calligraphy and painting gathering in a place with beautiful scenery, saying that I, Zhuangzi, have a strong literary aura."
Li Yi wanted to laugh. Wasn't the place with the strongest literary aura at the imperial college?
The literary aura at the imperial court meeting was even stronger. Hanyuan Palace Hall was such a good place.
"I think I have a telepathic connection with Ke Da, and we both thought of each other.
The scenery is beautiful, and the water in Zhuangzi can't flow anymore. It's snowing tonight, and it will all freeze tomorrow. "
Li Yi ate white meat, pickled vegetables, and blood sausage in a casserole. He was thinking about how to organize an outdoor calligraphy exchange in winter.
"Dongzhu, we can break the ice artificially and flush it down with the water." Bi He suggested.
She and Cui Liu shared a casserole with meat and pickled vegetables. Occasionally, they would snatch the mushrooms from the chicken stew that the eunuchs ate.
"Good idea, and then drink cold wine. They'll all get sick from drinking."
Li Yi imagined a group of people drinking wine in cold water, and then drinking it. That feeling...
After the meal, he wrote a reply, saying that he was honored and that he welcomed everyone to come and suffer from the cold during the season of light snow.
On the morning of the 18th of October, the letter was sent out.
Tomorrow there would be light snow, and Zhong Shaojing had less than a day to prepare. He didn't know how many people he could bring.
The farmers cleared the snow on the road, and the ice around the well was also knocked down.
Li Yi began to prepare gifts. At the same time, he wanted to show off the 80% tax item to others.
He prepared to give one to Zhong Shaojing, but not to others. It was too expensive.
In the morning, Zhong Shaojing received the letter and smiled. He felt that Li Yi was very easy to talk to!
He began to organize the manpower. Although he was the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, he had been promoted from the position of a minister.
However, his current rank was higher than that of a minister. The president was His Majesty, and he didn't care about anything.
As soon as he called out, the news quickly spread.
"Something is going to happen again. Li Yi has too many things to do this year. He can't stay idle." Yao Chong understood the situation. Li Yi was actually willing to recruit people in Zhuangzi.
According to his understanding of Li Yi, Li Yi would not let people in if there were no benefits.
"My heart is tired. Why are we thinking about him all day? Why don't we think about where we still need to make arrangements? "Zhang Shuo was very distressed.
He realized that he could not come up with any good ideas that would benefit the Tang dynasty.
As long as he thought of a place that needed improvement, Li Yi's figure would definitely appear in his heart, the kind that he could not get rid of.
"Send people in to see the situation." Lu Huaishen was more stable.
The next day, as soon as the city gate opened, Zhong Shaojing took more than a hundred people out. These people were all people who were better at writing.
In the past, they organized activities to eat, drink, and get gifts.
Not only Zhong Shaojing knew, but the people he chose also knew that whoever went to Li Family Zhuangzi would not leave empty-handed.
At the Ba River Bridge, the group was inspected.
The people of the Qianniu Guards still lived in tents, but the tents were changed from canvas tents to tents with leather outside.
The ground in the tents was a thick grass mat, and there was a large pottery basin in the tent.
A little water was placed in the basin, and the honeycomb coal stove in Li Family Zhuangzi sat in the basin. The ashes of the stove fell down and extinguished in the water.
The group of people crossed the bridge, and Li Yi was greeted by palace maids and eunuchs.
This was the first time Zhong Shaojing and Li Yi met.
The two sides looked at each other. Zhong Shaojing was good-looking. Of course, it had nothing to do with his handwriting.
As for Li Yi, he was still so delicate and handsome. If it was him, he could be called a little fresh meat.
Unlike the little fresh meat, Li Yi's eyes revealed a look of determination.
"President Zhong and all the members are here. Li Family Zhuangzi suddenly has a trace of spring." Li Yi greeted first.
"Doctor Li's Zhuangzi doesn't show the slightest bit of coldness even when the snow falls." Zhong Shaojing also said politely.
The others couldn't get a word in. Zhong Shaojing was now a second-rank official, and so was Li Yi. The two of them were equal.
"President Zhong, everyone, please." Li Yi extended his hand to invite them.
The group of people walked in and looked around. They saw snowmen one after another.
There were also children who had a day off during the Light Snow Festival. A large group of children surrounded the snowmen and had a snowball fight.
Everyone had a bamboo tool used to make snowballs in their hands. They were not allowed to directly hold the snowballs with their hands.
If they held the snowballs tightly, it would hurt if they hit people's faces.
The snowballs made with the tool were loose. They were not allowed to suppress the snowballs a second time.
"Doctor Li, for such a beautiful scenery, do you have a poem?" Zhong Shaojing tried to find a topic.
"I have a poem written by someone else. I will say it out. Can everyone guess what it is?" Li Yi gave him face today.
Zhong Shaojing was indeed happy. Li Yi didn't easily write poems for others. Today, he casually said a few words and here came the poem.
"Doctor Li, please recite it." Zhong Shaojing invited.
"Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog. Come in the middle of the night, go in the morning. Come like a spring dream not long, go like the morning clouds, nowhere to be found. "
Li Yi opened his mouth and threw out the poem written by Lao Bai.
At that time, this poem was even set to music. It sounded very melodious.
However, people at that time gave various interpretations, but Li Yi felt that they were not very accurate.
"Good poem. I didn't expect Doctor Li to have a Buddhist heart. Everything is right, like a dream, an illusion, a bubble, a shadow. Like fog and like lightning, it should be observed like this. "
Someone in the group praised Li Yi. Anyway, he chose the good words to say.
Li Yi even wrote a sentence: Why are you so white in the heavy snow? It just arrived last night. Whenever you want to leave, I will say goodbye to you.
The people who came today might also praise him from the beginning to the end.
"Brother, you flatter me. Do you know what I am talking about?" Li Yi asked modestly.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Writing poems and other things? Guessing riddles?
"Take a look at the bungalow in Zhuangzi. It hasn't been demolished." Li Yi didn't say anything else and led everyone forward.
Not long after, they arrived at the row of bungalows where the classrooms were now.
The classrooms were replaced with glass windows. The useless ones were the paper windows.
Li Yi stood in front of a paper window house and looked at the window.
The temperature last night was low, and frost had formed on the windows. The glass was also frozen.
As the sun rose, the temperature increased, and the frost on the windows melted and dissipated.
Zhong Shaojing was shocked. He repeated the poem Li Yi just recited, "Flowers are not flowers, fogs are not fogs. They come in the middle of the night and leave in the morning. They come like a spring dream and leave like the morning clouds. "
After he finished reciting, he smiled, "So you were talking about the frost on the windows. They are indeed flying flowers. Fogs are not fogs. They appear at night and leave in the morning."
"President Zhong is smart. Since you guessed correctly, I have a gift for you." Li Yi showed an expression of "you are amazing."
Qing Song, who was carrying a wooden box, put it on the ground and opened it. He took out something from it.
Brothers and sisters reading outside the station, if you have the ability, please subscribe to this book at Qidian. Thank you very much. The farmer bowed.
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