On the first day of the first lunar month, it snowed heavily.
From midnight, a dense winter snow fell all night long.
Xu Hanliang walked slowly along the river in a velvet cloak. Thick snowflakes fell on his face. The cold wind poured into his neck, making him couldn't help but tremble. His already fair face
There was a sickly pallor on his face.
The wind is as cold as a knife and the weather is bone-chilling.
Xu Hanliang exhaled, and the pure white heat dissipated in the air. He squatted down and looked at the lake.
far away,
On the sparkling West Lake, the three pools reflect the moon, and the stirring oars create ripples.
The red lanterns on the cruise ship reflected the red color of the lake, and the melodious singing of the singer could be faintly heard, but it was a lively and noisy scene different from the cold wind and snow.
"Business girls don't know how to hate the country's subjugation, but they still sing songs in the backyard across the river."
Xu Hanliang muttered to himself.
After traveling for more than two days, he had already figured out which dynasty in history he was in in time and space, and the official who was sitting on the throne of the emperor was undoubtedly the most famous in the history books.
One person.
Of course, a series of positive reviews were missed.
The subjugated emperor, the great faint king, the shame of Jingkang, and the only thing this condescending emperor deserves to be praised by future generations is probably the title of the world's most outstanding artist in chess, calligraphy and painting.
You fool.
The shame of Jingkang written in later generations refers to Zhao Ji, Huizong of the Song Dynasty, who only talked about calligraphy and painting and did nothing in terms of political achievements.
However, Huizong is Zhao Ji's temple name, but at this moment, it cannot be revealed to others.
"The Great Song Dynasty was the first year of Zhenghe."
Xu Hanliang shook his head and stood up.
He couldn't figure out that he just took a nap, and when he opened his eyes, he was kicked into such a dynasty with internal and external troubles. Although Xu Hanliang, a high school teacher, did not teach history, he still knew the basic historical common sense.
If he remembers it well, and if he continues the records in the history books, then in thirty years' time, the aloof Emperor will undoubtedly become a prisoner, and the Northern Song Dynasty will be destroyed in just a matter of seconds.
The only thing worth celebrating is.
Maybe I might get in touch with all the Liangshan heroes in Water Margin.
Do you want to catch the enemy in advance?
It's actually not unacceptable if you can be the second-in-command or something like that.
Thinking of this, Xu Han felt a little excited in his conscience.
But after thinking about it carefully, I decided to forget it. Let’s not mention that Jiyu is not necessarily in any corner where he is scolded and criticized. In the current situation, it is not the turn of him, a small person with too much time to take care of himself, to worry about these national affairs.
If you have that kind of spare time, you might as well think about how to survive.
Xu Hanliang thought about it and couldn't help but tighten the velvet cloak around him, but the wind and snow still poured into his neck unscrupulously, making Xu Hanliang couldn't help but shiver.
His face turned pale and he coughed violently.
"Lang Jun, how are you?"
Behind him, a concerned female voice came, and then a pair of soft little hands touched his back. Xu Hanliang turned his head and saw a little maid behind him patting him gently.
"Xiao Niang, I'm fine. The doctor told me that my body and bones are all fine. I just got up a little too quickly. It's not a problem. It's not a problem." Xu Hanliang waved his hand to signal the maid to be calm.
It's a pity that the young lady has a sad face but refuses to listen to anything she says.
"Mr. Lang, don't be too sad. I'm a lucky person. I have my own destiny, and everything will be fine."
"The most important thing now is that Lang Jun should take good care of himself. The master also told me at that time that Lang Jun is the only one left in the Xu family. If anything goes wrong, the young mother will not live."
The little maid wiped away her tears, her face covered with runny nose and tears.
Xu Hanliang gave a wry smile, but he couldn't help it, so he gave up his plan to continue swimming in the lake, and followed his mother's wishes to go home, but he felt helpless in his heart.
The owner is also named Xu Hanliang, with the same name.
Originally, the Xu family was considered a prosperous family. His father, Xu Youdao, entered the court as an official. Although he was a minor official, he had no worries about food and clothing and was considered a wealthy family. Unfortunately, Xu Youdao had been an official for twenty years and had no chance of promotion.
There is a way, and in order to make further progress, Lao Xu couldn't help but delve into crooked ways.
I don't know where the bad wind blew me, but I found the way to climb up to the powerful Cai Jingmen. Although this powerful minister in the Northern Song Dynasty had just shown his talent, he was already shining brightly and became a faction of his own.
It's a pity that Xu Youdao studied for half a year and spent most of his wealth on sending heavy gifts.
Unexpectedly, he violated Cai Jing's taboo at the wrong time. Cai Jing, the leader of the Six Thieves in the Northern Song Dynasty, kept silent, but the people below him acted quickly and spent most of their wealth on flattering Xu Youdao, who was caught on the horse's leg and was jailed on the spot.
If he hadn't been in trouble for twenty years as an official in the imperial court, Lao Xu would still have some favor.
I'm afraid that even Xu Hanliang, the son, might not be able to get it. Even so, Xu Hanliang, who was lucky enough to save his life, was seriously ill and couldn't afford it. He was in mourning, but he was allowed to travel through time and occupy the magpie's nest.
The master and servant walked slowly towards their small courtyard.
Pingjiang Prefecture governed Changshu, which later became Suzhou. Half an hour later, Xu Hanliang and Zhimiang appeared in front of a shaky hut on the back street. This was the only thing left in the old Xu family.
Lao Xu gave gifts and borrowed money, thinking that he would get rich after being promoted, but now he can barely live in this old house.
Xu Hanliang took a nap against the window, thinking about everything.
The little figure of Zhimiang was walking around the small courtyard. Although she was only sixteen or seventeen years old, her hands and feet were very quick. In just a moment, the smoke from the kitchen started to float in the small courtyard.
The meal is very simple, soup cakes.
Of course, compared with the delicacies in later generations that are full of seasonings, the soup is a clear soup, which is simply boiled in boiling water, while the cake is something like a pot helmet, which is so hard that it can knock out teeth when chewed raw.
Xu Hanliang was just recovering from a serious illness. He was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
It was just that when the young lady brought over the bowl of soup cake, Xu Hanliang was stunned and couldn't even find a place to put it in his mouth. An indescribable taste rushed straight to his forehead. The taste was too overpowering.
He frowned and took a sip, and the various flavors exploded on his taste buds. The strange smell almost made Xu Hanliang vomit.
Sweet, sour, spicy and salty, all in one.
"Mr. Lang, could it be that my mother's cooking is not to my liking?"
The young lady held the small bowl and sipped it in small sips.
Her rice bowl was small and her soup cakes were even less. When she saw her husband’s brows furrowed into the Chinese character “Sichuan”, she couldn’t help but feel timid. She thought that her husband always loved the soup cakes she made the most, but why did he look like this today?
What's more, she added vinegar cloth and salt to the soup cake today.