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The winter in Luoyang is still relatively cold. Although most of the people in the Han Palace are from the south, they have relatively strong adaptability. The facilities here must be relatively complete because they were built according to the specifications of the imperial palace.
Under Liu Cong¡¯s special guidance, Western merchants introduced some cotton and linen products through the Silk Road, and clothing has transitioned from silk fabrics to cotton fabrics.
In the past, in the winter in the north, most of the clothing to keep out the cold was fur, but now we are starting to make cotton-padded clothes. Compared with fur, cotton clothes have many advantages, such as being lightweight, clean, tidy, etc., and they are also relatively cheap. Therefore, it was very popular among the people and allowed merchants to gain great profits. Therefore, a steady stream of cotton and linen was transported from the Western Regions to Chang'an and Luoyang.
Under the organization of Pang Shanmin, the Minister of Household Affairs, a lot of wasteland was reclaimed. Using the free time in winter, the land was sorted out and prepared to plant cotton and linen from spring.
In addition, winter cabbage from the Western Regions was also introduced. The method of growing this vegetable is very simple and has a very high survival rate. This allows people in the north to eat fresh vegetables in winter.
A heavy snowfall, covered in silver, the sky and the earth are pure white.
Liu Cong was in a good mood and took several of his wives and children to enjoy the snow in the garden.
"Father, look at the plum blossoms, they are so beautiful!" Liu Sheng saw several plum blossoms and shouted excitedly.
"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone. I know it's not snow from a distance, because there is a faint fragrance." Liu Cong casually recited a poem by Wang Anshi.
"Husband, what a poem!" Cai Yu was filled with admiration after hearing this, "Husband is undoubtedly the most talented person in the world. Although I have read poems before, I just can't write such a good poem!"
"I have heard that Cao Zijian is so talented that no one can compare with him. But I feel that if compared with my husband, he is still much inferior." Xiao Qiao was already in awe of Liu Cong's poetry.
"Yes, no one can compare to my husband in terms of literary talent!"
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of praise, of course, they did not mean to compliment, but from the heart of admiration. Liu Cong naturally enjoyed it very much after hearing this.
"Poetry is the voice of the heart, written out of feelings! When my husband was young, he also thought hard and pondered over and over again, trying to write a good poem. Although there were some good words and sentences, the content was empty. It could be said that the beauty was on the outside but wasted on the inside. , now after going through so many things and enduring some hardships, I can just write it casually." In this era, as time goes by, he plagiarizes other people's poems more often, Liu Cong's face becomes thicker, and he becomes more comfortable in bragging. .
"My husband's suffering is all my fault" Ms. Cai told Cai Yu in detail how Liu Cong escaped from Fancheng. Cai Yu felt very guilty every time she thought about it. If Cai Mao hadn't dedicated Jingzhou to Cao Cao, how could his husband Liu Cong have suffered like this?
"It's destiny, Yu'er doesn't have to blame herself!" Liu Cong smiled magnanimously, "Mencius said that when Heaven is about to assign a great responsibility to a person, he must first suffer his will, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body. The body and the Buddha mess up what they do, so they use their mind and forbearance to gain what they can't do!"
"Thank you husband!"
"Father, these plum blossoms are as white as snowflakes!" Liu Xing looked around the plum blossoms for a while and said.
"Oh, take another look, what's the difference between plum blossoms and snowflakes?" Liu Cong asked.
"Plum blossoms have fragrance, but snowflakes don't!" Liu Xing said.
"Yes, Xing'er is right!"
"Father, if you look carefully, the snowflakes are whiter than the plum blossoms!" Liu Sheng said, "Looking from a distance, there is a little pink on the plum blossoms."
"Sheng'er observed very carefully, not bad!" Liu Cong smiled and nodded.
"Father, can you write another poem about plum blossoms and snowflakes?" Liu Xing said.
"Xing'er, stop messing around. How can you write this poem as soon as you say it?" Fan said hurriedly.
"If others can't write it, how come my father can't write it?" Liu Xing turned his head, "Sir, he said that my father can write good poems at any time!"
"Father, please write another one!" Liu Sheng also said.
"Ha" Liu Cong smiled easily, "Okay, I'm happy today, so I'll write another song for my father!"
"Okay!" Liu Sheng and Liu Xing both clapped their hands happily.
Liu Cong pretended to think for a moment and walked slowly around the plum blossoms for two steps. In fact, Lu Meipo's "Snow Plum" was just right for the occasion, and he had already thought of it and sang it softly.
"The plum blossoms and snow are fighting for the spring but they are not willing to fall, so Sao Renge writes and comments. The plum blossoms are three points whiter than the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms."
For a moment, all the women stared attentively, their faces full of dementia.
How could such a good poem be written casually? My husband is really a god! They even forgot to praise.
"What a poem, what a poem!" Suddenly, Ma Liang's voice came from the door of the small garden.
Followed by Wang Can, the Minister of the Ministry of Industry, Ma Liang, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, Zhong Yao, the Minister of Justice, and Ma Zhong, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishments, came to the garden.
"See my lord!"
"No gifts!"
"Thank you, Lord!"
"It's a great blessing to be able to listen to my lord's song "Snow Plum" today!" Zhong Yao looked very happy.
"Yuan Chang, you didn't come here in vain today, did you? Do you want to thank me?" Ma Liang said with a smile.
"Of course, I will invite Ji Chang to drink some other time!"
"That must be Wanli Xiang!"
"good!"
It turns out that Ma Liang, Ma Zhong and Wang Can came to Liu Cong to discuss something. Zhong Yao didn't intend to come, but Ma Liang forced him to come.
"The plum blossoms are as white as the snow, but the snow loses the fragrance of the plum blossoms. Such wonderful words can only be written by the master!" Wang Can, who was once good at poetry, only admired his master Liu Cong, although he did not deliberately do it There are not many poems written, but each one can be called a classic. "From now on, people in the world may not dare to write about Xuemei again!"
"yes!"
"My father just wrote a poem, also about snow and plum blossoms." Liu Sheng suddenly interjected.
"Oh? Then I must appreciate it. Can the prince read it for a while?" Zhong Yao asked.
"Of course!" Liu Sheng walked to the plum blossom, shook his head, and began to read, "There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone. He knows it is not snow, because there is a faint fragrance."
"Wonderful, wonderful!" Zhong Yao seemed to enjoy it very much.
"My lord has written poems out of his mouth, and the power of each poem is unparalleled!" Ma Liang once again admired sincerely.
"My lord, I plan to print your poems into a new book. Is it possible?" Wang Can asked.
"My lord, this must be printed, my subordinates can't wait!" Zhong Yao said.
"Yes, we must print it!" Ma Liang also agreed.
"Since you all agree, Zhongxuan, just do it!"
"No!" Wang Can looked very excited. In fact, he had wanted to do that for a long time.
"You all met me today not just to enjoy the snow, right?" Liu Cong asked.
"I will not hide it from my lord, there is indeed something going on!"
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