Chapter 14: Winter

At this time, I heard a slight sound by the door of the room, and I saw a person coming out. Cao Muwen said to himself, this is Brother Wei's wife. In a blink of an eye, um, he is about 20 years old, but he looks good, and his beauty is also moderate. Er~~. Of course, as a person from the developed era of consulting, Cao Muwen has seen more than tens of millions of beautiful women on TV, even more than ten heroines of "action movies" on his notebook, and each of them has been carefully selected. Therefore, according to the judgment standards of ancient people, I am also regarded as "countless women", so, ~~ er.

"What's going on!?" Cao Muwen felt a chill in his heart. I lost my temper. Recalling his divergent thinking just now, Cao Muwen was ashamed.

"This is my mother-in-law, Brother Cao." Wei Manliang laughed at Cao Muwen and turned his head and said, "Come and see Brother Cao." Hearing this, the woman slowly stepped forward to salute Cao Muwenfu. Seeing this, Cao Muwen immediately stopped the "imagination". Like Mrs. Wei, she returned a salute and smiled, "Sister-in-law, brother, this is polite."

"Ah ha, look, Brother Cao is a person who has studied, and his words are so literary." Wei Manliang became happy again.

Cao Muwen and Wei Manliang haven't seen each other for a few days, so they naturally have to drink a few cups. Previously, when Cao Muwen lived at Wei Manliang's house, the two drank several times. Wei Manliang was very surprised by Cao Muwen's drinking capacity.

Hey, he knows that it's not that Cao Muwen drinks a lot, but that he drinks too little. It should be that the drinking capacity of ancient people was not greater than that of modern people. In fact, it should be much smaller than modern people. There are many reasons. First, in ancient times, most of the wines were rice wine, which was very low, with more than ten or twenty degrees, slightly higher than beer and similar to wine. Therefore, in many books, I have seen a lot of "Jianghu heroes" and "heroes" who often drink in bowls. What's more, they drink directly from the rise. It's not that they are super-alcoholic, but that the wine is not too strong and they can drink a little. Therefore, Wu Song and others can only be drunk in modern times. If it is nothing compared with the old birds that have been soaked in modern wine courts for a long time. In addition, wine is described as "grain essence", and winemaking naturally requires a lot of food. China has been an agricultural country with frequent disasters since ancient times. How many dynasties have been overthrown by peasant uprisings that can't survive!? Therefore, food was of great importance in ancient times. Sometimes people don't have enough to eat. How can they make wine? Even in the peaceful rule of the world, even if the grain harvest is bumper and the wind and rain are smooth for years, ordinary people will not drink when they have nothing to do. They can only drink a lot when relatives and friends visit or important festivals and major weddings. Therefore, the lack of "cultivation" is also an important reason!

Although Cao Muwen is not an alcoholic, he has been trained in the years from college to work. At least the beer level can be "blowing" on the bottle, and the white ones are not rejected. Where is his opponent at the level like Wei Manliang? Naturally, Cao Muwen was shocked as a "heavenly man".

"Uh-huh~~~ This, not only the Cao brothers are literate, but the amount of alcohol is also huge!" Wei Manliang looked at Cao Muwen and drank up the wine bowl the size of a teacup and said in amazement.

Uh~~~, did I drink too much to grab Brother Wei's share? Cao Muwen thought to himself. I came to the door empty-handed and ate and drank for nothing. If it was too much, it would be too rude.

Time flies, it seems that the quiet rural time always passes very fast. Although there is no prosperity and colorful modern metropolis, Cao Muwen feels that he has adapted to the life here. Although he still misses Beijing's crowded subways and highways, the empty space in his notebook and Sister XX, this is no longer It's important. Some ancient thinking habits Cao Muwen have not turned around, so that sometimes there will be "wearing" mistakes, but most of them can be confused and deal with the past. At least there is no air pollution or sandstorm here. Cao Muwen's heart arrived.

In a blink of an eye, Cao Muwen found that he had been in this time and space for nearly half a year. The lush summer has long passed, and those green fields and green forests have also become bare branches. Yesterday, we just entered the twelfth lunar month, and the end of the year is approaching!

"Ah, it's going to be the Spring Festival." Cao Muwen was shocked. This gave him a reminder and made him suddenly a lot excited. This is my first year in ancient times. Speaking of the Spring Festival, not only Cao Muwen, but basically all modern Chinese will feel that although the New Year is New Year, the atmosphere of the New Year has faded. Only the busy Spring Festival travel rush and the "Spring Festival Gala" that has become chicken ribs are still reminding people that a year will pass again.

However, there is another "label" in Cao Muwen's heart during the Spring Festival. As the end of the year is coming, it is natural to summarize the affairs of the year. However, there are many first wives who suspect that they have different dreams in the same bed that they suspect that their husband has a mistress or set up a private treasury. On the contrary, the business of the firm has become much more. At least I have money to pay a year-end bonus, which is not bad.

Cao Muwen and Wu Kui are walking on the path in the field, and they have just returned from Yizhuang. After inspecting the body of the old man Wu in the west of the village who died yesterday at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month. There is nothing different. It's the end of my life. Instead, Cao Muwen came to check. Wu Kui only looked at it and said that he had been watching Xi for half a year. In addition, he was smart and understanding and had been "scient in his studies", so he asked Cao Muwen to come forward for the test and watched by himself. Cao Muwen is also familiar with the road, and his psychological quality is very good, and he is not afraid at all. Wu Kui is also very satisfied with his only student.

"Cough." A violent cough interrupted Cao Muwen's recall, and Wu Kui, who was walking in front of him, suddenly gasped and coughed. Seeing this, Cao Muwen hurried forward to help Wu Kui.

"How are you, old man?" Cao Muwen stroked Wu Kui's back and asked.

"Well, no~~ It's okay. Cough~."

When Cao Muwen saw Wu Kui's pale face, he knew that he was lying, so he hurriedly helped him to rest on a big stone by the roadside.

"Wow, uh." After a good rest in the afternoon, his breath gradually calmed down and he didn't cough. Cao Muwen took out a water bag and handed it to him. Wu Kui suddenly looked up and took a big sip, and slowly swallowed it in his mouth.

"Well, what's going on recently? Are you getting more and more diligent?" Wu Kui said with some difficulty.

"Sir, you're old, you'd better have more rest."

"If I take a break and do these things every day, I won't worry about you. Alas, it should be this winter. It's cold. My old bones are a little uncomfortable.

"Why didn't you take the medicine the doctor prescribed for you before? How long has it been?" Cao Muwen was a little unhappy.

"Alas, it's just that it's getting cold. People get sick in winter when they get older. It doesn't matter. Don't waste money." Wukui shirked the road.

Cao Muwen saw that he couldn't resist this old man, and there was nothing he could do. I have to wait for Kui to rest enough and slowly help him go home together.

In the twelfth lunar month, the autumn harvest is all over. After the last batch of late harvest crops were also harvested, the fields that used to seem slowly are now empty. Now most people in the village are at home on vacation, and many people have begun to buy some New Year's goods. Although there is still nearly a month, it seems to be a little early. However, in ancient times when material life was not rich, it was an excellent leisure and entertainment activity. Because the end of the year is approaching, the curfew and the city ban have been lifted. There are no restrictions on entering and leaving the capital now. On the road at the east entrance of the village, you can see a lot of people going back and forth every day. Many of them go to the capital to buy things, and many of them push cars to the city to sell goods. Because after all, it is Beijing and a place where dignitaries gather. After all, there are many rich people, and everyone hopes to make more money for the Spring Festival. Even Cao Muwen had the idea of selling calligraphy, calligraphy and painting again. After thinking about it carefully, he just did it. Let those rags stay under the box to save shame. And there seems to be more work these days.

As the saying goes, "happiness makes sorrow". Although the Spring Festival is happy, but in this cold winter, many elderly people died during the Spring Festival. In ancient times, medical conditions were underdeveloped, and most of them were poor people. It is not surprising that the mortality rate increased in winter. Many of them died of normal illness, and it was easy to test, but it was really tiring to often go to Yizhuang on the mountain. It's already cold, but the mountain is even colder. Every time I enter the gate of Yizhuang, and with this gloomy scene, I suddenly feel gloomy and numb. If there is really a fraudulent corpse, then live a classic scene of a Hong Kong zombie movie!

It's been a few days, but it doesn't matter if Cao Muwen is young and strong. However, he saw that the old man was getting worse day by day, and it seemed that he had been sick more and more. He repeatedly advised him to keep saying that Cao Muwen was worried about himself. However, if it goes on, it will be Cao Muwen who is worried, but he can't persuade him, so he has to let the old man be impervious and have to help him carefully every time he goes out.

On this day, the two went down the mountain from Yizhuang again. Cao Muwen supported some pale old Wu around him and slowly came down the mountain. Yesterday's snow not only gave the village, so that the whole world was wrapped in a layer of white gauze. No, it should be a white quilt. Because the snow began to know that it had been raining yesterday for a whole day from the day before yesterday, and it was almost knee-high. Looking at Cao Muwen in the field wrapped in silver, he was very happy. He has liked snow since he was a child, but as he grows up, his height has become higher and higher, and the thickness of snow every year has become inversely proportional, less and less. From his memory, it didn't seem to have snowed the year before. So today, although he walked in the snow to help the old man Wu, he was very happy.

However, the thought that this snow not only brought his own happiness, but also took away the old man Zheng and Mr. Li from the south of the village, which made him feel a little sorry, because he had just seen the two old men from the mountain and came down the mountain.

With a tingling cold wind, the two returned home. Along the way, Wu Kui has been gasping in a low voice, and two times he was almost slipped by the snow. Fortunately, Cao Muwen's eyes were fast and his hands were fast. He held him with his shoulder and did not let him fall to the ground.