Bringing System to Great Tang

At the end of winter, snow comes in the cold and late night. The surrounding wells are thin with ice, and the branches fall in the westerly wind.

In two days, it was Xiaoxue's solar term.

It started to snow at night, and with the roar of the north wind, chickens and ducks ran back to their homes.

The heating in Zhuangzi has been turned on, and the single-layer glass windows are covered with snow and it is not clear what is going on outside.

Li Yi was reading with a letter in his hand and praised it from time to time.

The letter was naturally written by Zhong Shaojing, with a relatively euphemistic term, and the central idea was prominent, asking for money.

"I want to hold a calligraphy and painting gathering in a beautiful place in Zhuangzi, saying that Zhuangzi has a strong literary spirit."

Li Yi looked at him and wanted to laugh. Isn't the place with strong literary interest the Imperial College?

The literary spirit at the Great Dynasty Meeting is more intense, what a good place Hanyuan Hall is.

"I think Keda and I are in good spirits, and both thought of each other.

The scenery is beautiful, and Zhuangzi can't be swayed by the water anymore. It is snowing tonight, and it will be frozen tomorrow. "

Li Yi ate a casserole of white meat and sauerkraut and blood-letted sausages, and figured out how to organize an outdoor calligraphy exchange meeting in winter.

"Proprietor, you can manually break the ice and flush it down with the water." Bihe gave an idea.

She and Cui Liu shared a casserole with sauerkraut, and occasionally grabbed the mushrooms from the chicken stew that the eunuchs ate.

"A good way, and then drink cold wine, and drink them all to get sick."

Li Yi thought about a group of people taking a wine goblet in the cold water, and then pouring it down, it felt like...

After dinner, he wrote a reply, expressing his great honour, and welcome everyone to come and suffer the cold in Xiaoxue's solar terms.

The letter was delivered early in the morning of October 18.

Tomorrow Xiaoxue, Zhong Shaojin has less than one day to prepare, and he doesn't know how many people he can bring.

The villagers cleaned the snow on the road, and the ice that had formed at the well knocked down.

Li Yi began to prepare gifts, and by the way, he wanted to show off his 80% tax and show it to others.

He is going to give Zhong Shaojing one, and the others will not give it, it is too expensive.

In the morning, Zhong Shaojing received the letter and smiled, thinking that Li Yi is still very good at talking!

He began to organize manpower, not to mention that he, the vice president of the Calligraphy Association, was taken from the position of Shang Shu.

His current rank is higher than Shang Shu, the chairman is your majesty, no matter what.

When he greeted, the news spread quickly.

"Something is going to happen again, Li Yi has too much work this year and can't stay idle." Yao Chong understood the situation, and Li Yi was actually willing to entertain people in Zhuangzi.

According to his understanding of Li Yi, Li Yi would not put people in for things that were of no benefit.

"My heart is tired. Let's think about what he is doing all day? It's better to think about where you need to arrange." Zhang said very distressed.

He found that he couldn't come up with any good ideas that would benefit Datang.

Just think about what needs to be improved, and make sure that Li Yi's figure appears in his heart, the lingering kind.

"Send someone in to see the situation." Lu Huaishen was more stable and intervened.

The next day, as soon as the city gate opened, Zhong Shaojing took more than a hundred people on the trip, all of whom he chose to write better.

Organizing activities used to be for eating, drinking and getting gifts.

Not only Zhong Shaojing knows, the people he chooses also know that whoever goes to Lijiazhuangzi will not leave empty-handed.

At the head of Bashui Bridge, a group of people was inspected.

Qianniuwei's people still live in tents, but the tents have changed from canvas tents to canvas tents with leather outside.

The ground in the tent is a thick straw mat, and there is a large pottery pot inside the tent.

Put a little water in the basin, Lijiazhuang's briquette stove sits in the basin, the ashes that lit his hands fall off and go out in the water.

When a group of people crossed the bridge, Li Yi was surrounded by court ladies and eunuchs to greet him.

Zhong Shaojing and Li Yi met for the first time.

The two sides looked at each other, Zhong Shaojing looked good, of course, it has nothing to do with the words as the person, he is so long.

As for Li Yi, he was still so delicate, and when he was replaced, he could be called Xiao Xianrou.

Compared with Xiao Xianrou, Li Yi's eyes showed determination.

"Chairman Zhong and the members are here, and Lijiazhuangzi suddenly feels a little more of spring." Li Yi greeted first.

"Doctor Li's Zhuangzi, even if the heavy snow falls, there is no chill at all." Zhong Shaojin also said kindly.

The others couldn't intervene. Zhong Shaojing is now the second-rank official, and so is Li Yi. The two are equal.

"Chairman Zhong, please, everyone please." Li Yi stretched out his hand to invite.

A group of people walked in, looked around, and saw one snowman after another.

There are also children who have a day off in the Xiaoxue solar term, where a large group of children are playing snowball fights around the snowman.

Everyone has a bamboo tool used to make snowballs. It is not allowed to hold the snowballs directly with their hands.

The snow ball in my hand was tight, and it hurt people's face.

The snow ball made by the tool is loose, and it is not allowed to suppress the snow ball twice.

"Doctor Li, is there a poem for this beautiful scenery?" Zhong Shaojin asked for a topic.

"There is someone else who wrote it, let me tell you, everyone guess what it was written, okay?" Li Yi gave face today.

Zhong Shaojing was really happy. Li Yi easily refused to write poems for others. Today, he said casually, look, the poem is here.

"Also please come to Dr. Li." Zhong Shaojing asked.

"The flowers are not flowers, and the fog is not fog. It's midnight, and it's dawn. It's like a spring dream, but there's nowhere to look for it."

Li Yi opened his mouth and threw out the poem written by Lao Bai.

This poem was composed at that time, and it sounds very melodious.

However, people at that time gave various understandings, but Li Yi felt that they were not very accurate.

"Good poetry, I never thought that Dr. Li still had Buddhism in his heart. Everything that works is like a dreamy bubble. If fog is like electricity, it should be viewed like this."

Someone in the team spoke out and praised Li Yi, anyway, it was just a good choice.

Even if Li Yi wrote one: The snow, why are you so white, only came last night. Whenever you want to leave, I will say goodbye to you.

Those who come today may also praise from beginning to end.

"This is ridiculously praised by my dear friend, but what do I say?" Li Yi asked modestly.

Everyone dumbfounded? Still have something to write poems? Guessing?

"Look at the bungalow in Zhuangzi. It has been left unopened." Li Yi didn't say anything else, leading everyone forward.

It didn't take long to come to that row of bungalows, where the classroom is now.

When the classroom house was replaced by glass windows, paper windows were of no use.

Li Yi stood in front of a paper-windowed house, UU looked at the book www.uukanshu.com, and looked at the window.

The temperature was low last night, and there were frost on the windows and on the glass.

As the sun rises and the temperature rises, the frost on the windows melts and then dissipates.

Zhong Shaojin was taken aback. He repeated the poem Li Yi chanted just now: "Flowers are not flowers, and fog is not fog. It's midnight, and it's dawn. It's like a spring dream, but there's nowhere to look for it."

After reading, he smiled: "It was the frost on the window, but it turned out to be a flower. The fog is not fog. It appears at night and leaves during the day."

"Chairman Zhong is very clever, since he guessed right, there is a gift for someone here." Li Yi showed you a terrific expression.

Qingsong, carrying a wooden box next to it, put the box on the ground, opened it, and took out something from it.

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