The three of them looked at each other in bewilderment… As for the assignments for the holidays, the group walked up the mountain for a while before returning the way they had come, anxious to get back to writing poetry.
On the second day, the three of them went to the academy with their homework. After checking, Master Song stroked his beard and nodded. The three of them were all good. He picked out some that needed attention and let them go.
Although Wang Yu's recent poems are not as spiritual as Chen Yanwen's, he has made progress and will no longer be criticized by the teacher. Of course, Song Boyan is the incarnation of Wenquxing, and no mortal can compare with him!
The days passed slowly. One day, Wang Yu felt that the weather was getting colder. He opened the door and found that it was snowing. The snow was not heavy, but a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the ground. Yuxi Village is a little south, and the snow every year is not as heavy as that in the north, but it is still cold.
Wang Yu is also from the south, but in modern times, he has air conditioning at home, heating in his car, and heating at work. He hasn't felt cold for a long time in winter. Suddenly, he felt really cold, so he quickly closed the door and got into bed to keep warm.
It's only cold for about one or two months in winter here. Unlike the north where there are kangs and floor heating systems, people here mostly rely on their righteousness to get through it.
When Wang Yu lay down, he might have been cold, and Cheng Chen woke up. Wang Yu sat up, tucked the corner of the quilt for him and said, "It's snowing and the weather is cold. You should get up later. I'll go to town to eat something."
Cheng Chen nodded and said, "Well, my husband, there are some new cotton-padded clothes and shoes in the closet that I made for you to wear when you go to the academy."
"Okay, you sleep a little longer, I'm leaving."
With that, Wang Yu got up, got dressed, washed up quickly and went out.
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