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It's almost noon time.

Wang Daoyi put the pile of books in his hand on the bookshelf in different categories, straightened up and hammered the waist and back, and shouted: "I'm so tired, forgot, let's stop here today." After that, Wang Daoyi sniffed his nose again and smelled the smell of chicken soup.

"Hahaha... Xiao Fei, the chicken soup you stewed seems to be good. I'm going to come and try it. If it's delicious, tell me one more story tonight." Wang Daoyi came to the other side of the stone chamber like a greedy worm. There were three little foxes stewed pheasants around a large pottery jar. Now there was snow outside the stone room, and the goose feathers were flying heavily. It was the first snow of winter that had just fallen last night. The little guys were very smart and knew to please the gentlemen and add food to the gentlemen.

As soon as Wang Dao approached, he was watching Xiaofei, Xiaosang and Xiaoshu put some pine nuts and fruits and mushrooms into the large clay pot. At this time, the three of them took turns stirring the chicken soup. There were three good pheasants in the clay pot, which they caught in the mountain last night.

There were exactly three, Hong Yi and Wang Dao, each of them, three and a half, and Grandpa Tu had another half.

As soon as Wang Dao stepped forward, he took the spoon from Xiao Fei's hand, and gently stirred it. The rich fresh chicken soup came to his nose. He scooped half a spoon to his mouth, blew it, and drank it into his mouth.

"Well~ delicious! Good craftsmanship, good ingredients, good chicken soup, pure natural wild old pheasant, it's really delicious. Good! Tell me one more story tonight!" Wang Dao praised Xiaofei, Xiaosang and Xiaoshu and others without hesitation.

The three little guys jumped up happily, and the red turban on their heads swayed slightly with their bodies. Wang Dao was funny when he saw it. Who had ever seen a fox wearing a little Red Riding Hood? There were three of them, like children, listening to the story of Little Red Riding Hood in fairy tales and imitating Little Red Riding Hood.

"Hong Yi, let's have a meal. There are nearly 100,000 books in this stone room that cannot be sorted out in one day. Let's eat chicken first and drink chicken soup. After lunch, I have to go out to enjoy the scenery while enjoying the snow, and by the way, I have to sweep the snow around my houses."

"Here, here." Hong Yi responded and put the last few books on the bookshelf in a few seconds. Then, two and three foxes surrounded the big pottery jar, eating chicken and drinking chicken soup. Their ate was full and round, and half was left in the pottery jar, which was left for Mr. Tu. Today was snowy day, and Mr. Tu went out to patrol the mountain early in the morning. On the snowy day, there would be hunters going up the mountain to hunt, and his soul was cultivated to the realm of a day trip, so he could discover it in advance.

In the slightly smaller stone chambers on the other side, dozens of foxes of Xiaofei and their tribe were lazily sleeping there. Unlike Xiaofei and Xiaosang and Xiaoshu, they all had spiritual intelligence. Although these foxes are also pure fox clans, they only have more spirituality than ordinary foxes. They have not transformed into souls. The only three of the pure fox clans in this stone chamber are Tu Lao and Xiaofei. The other foxes are still very ignorant and cannot get rid of the influence of winter. Although they do not need to hibernate, most of them sleep in the daytime. The food for winter has been stored in the stone chamber, so they don’t have to go out to search for food.

Drinking chicken-free soup, Wang Dao stood two little foxes on his shoulders, and Hong Yi also stood a little fox on his shoulders. He wore a thick fur coat, lifted the cotton curtain that blocked the wind in the stone chamber, and walked out.

At this time, the sky was covered with snow and white. Facing the wind and snow, when stepping on the ground, there were two feet thick deep snow. It was quite difficult for the two to walk, while the three foxes wearing little red hoods grabbed their shoulders tightly, and chirped and gestured at the snowy sky and earth. The snowflakes were all white, as if the world was washed purely by the snow.

The two of them quickly walked out of the valley. Outside the valley was a small hillside with woods on the hillside. Further ahead was a long path. At the end of the road, three newly built houses were located there. The roof was covered with snow. There were several plum trees next to it. Plum blossoms blooming on this snowy day, emitting a faint fragrance.

This house was exactly what Wang Daoyi asked Mr. Tu to ask someone to help relocate. Two and three foxes walked up to the front, opened the door, and opened the door and entered. The house in the middle was a bookstore, which was filled with books that Wang Daoyi asked Li Feiyu and Fang An to buy. The books on the bookshelf on all sides were neatly arranged, and the number was actually quite large. I was afraid there were nearly a thousand books, but they were all miscellaneous books, which were incomparable to the books in the stone chamber.

But this is a residence built by King Dao after he came to this world, and it has a very important significance.

As soon as Wang Dao came in, he took a brief look and left the room again. He opened two other rooms, one bedroom and the other one in the utility room. He took out some utensils from the utility room and distributed them to Hong Yi. The two of them began to sweep the snow outside the room.

"Xiao Fei, Xiao Sang, Xiao Shu, you three are playing here, but remember, you can't leave here within a hundred meters, do you understand?" The three little foxes nodded, cheered twice, and fell on the snow as if they were flying, and they started playing with each other.

The two of them have been staying in the stone chamber these days. Although they are accompanied by books, they are always a bit boring. When the heavy snow comes out, they see the sky and snow, which makes people look clear. While sweeping the snow, they recite poems while Hong Yi recites a few poems about plum blossoms and snow scenes, which are some famous poems about plum snow in this world.

Wang Dao was quite amazed when he heard this and praised him a few words.

Hong Yi said in high interest with the light of the sky in front of him: "Brother Daoyi, you often live overseas, I'm afraid you rarely see this plum blossom, such a thick and magnificent snow scene."

Wang Daoyi nodded slightly: "I have never seen such a beautiful snowy scenery, and the fragrance of plum blossoms beside the house, and I have never smelled it."

Not to mention, Wang Dao himself has never seen a few heavy snow scenes. When he was young, he went to work in the provincial capital in the south. It didn’t snow much in winter in the metropolis. Sometimes it was light and sluggish when it was falling. It dissipated within a long time, and it was not as thick as it is now.

Later, when I grew up, after I went out to work, I also worked in the famous coastal pearl city in the south. I didn’t go home very much during the festivals. Besides, there was no revival of gods on the earth at that time to regulate the environment, and the climate was getting warmer every year. Sometimes I occasionally went home for the Chinese New Year, and it might be snowing, but it was no longer so far. It turned snow in just one or two days. It could only be said that the world was covered with white, and the snow was not as bright as the sky and snow.

The same is true for plum blossoms. Modern people huddled at home to watch TV, play computers, and play air conditioners when they are cold in winter. They don’t have time to appreciate the plum blossoms or smell the fragrance of flowers. That is done by wealthy and leisurely people. At that time, the kingly way was to be poor and pick up a silk thread, so how could they have the heart to play with this?

Now that time passes, my mood is different. I have reached the realm of gods that is superior to humans, but I have lost some of the artistic conception of mortals. This is always a pity. Fortunately, Wang Daoyi, the only clone, completely retains all the emotions of mortals. Now I have traveled to this world. Because of the deity, he no longer wants to pursue power, but more of a kind of relaxation of the soul.

…………………………………………(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!