Chapter 227： Life can be so colorful

Chapter 227 It turns out that life can be so colorful

Jiang Xinyan looked at this picture and felt very happy. This is the place where the couple chose. The white snow is dotted with green, and there is really a hint of fireworks.

is no longer a cold, lifeless barren land. If the original people here saw this scene, would they regret their escape?

Chu Lixuan expected that Cheng Xianhou and the others would come to the door, but he did not expect that they would come so soon.

Cheng Xianhou supported his grandfather Cheng Taifu, and Song Junkang, the former general of the Song Dynasty, one was Yang Wanlin, the former prince's companion, and Song Junkang was supported by his youngest grandson Song Daida.

Actually, Song Junkang is still very healthy and doesn't need help, but Song Daida is desperate to keep up, he really wants to meet Zhennanhou.

Chu Lixuan and Jiang Xinyan heard that they were visiting, so they called Zhao Yu to greet them. They planted vegetables with mud on their hands, so they went back to wash their hands and tidy up before going to see the guests.

Jiang Xinyan was very impressed. Two elderly people who were nearly seventy years old must have some ability to survive in this bitter and cold barren land and live such a long life.

Zhao Yu brought five people into the big yurt where they usually ate, which was full of tables, chairs and benches.

There are also two pots of white charcoal burning brightly red. It is very warm when you enter the simple dining room. It is much more comfortable than their cold cave!

Cheng Xianhou is a man in his twenties, and his group of exiles is recognized by all of them as a capable man of Wen Tao and martial arts.

When he walked into the dining room, he felt ashamed of himself. He was also an exile, and he was still there during the famine. Don't live too comfortably these days!

On the way, they saw the children smiling so happily, without a trace of exile sadness, the adults waving their hoes vigorously, the smiles on their faces could not be covered.

Cheng Xianhou recalled twelve years ago, when he had just met Grandpa Song's family and those exiles, each and everyone was crying and wailing, and they were so embarrassed that they didn't look like any human beings.

Although   Cheng Xianhou was born in the northern cold land, his life was much better than the average person when he was a child.

Because at that time, Grandpa Song helped them, and Uncle Yang and Uncle Wang helped them. Now it seems that it is not enough compared to the huge dining room of Zhennanhou.

Cheng Xianhou looked at the five of them now, sloppy clothes and sloppy clothes, and they were all wrapped like a zongzi, but they still felt a little cold.

Look at the two people sitting opposite him. It is said that they are about the same age as him, a little over twenty years old.

Besides, this large round house is made of a lot of wood. In this bitter cold place, the most important thing is wood, but unfortunately they did not expect it.

The roof is made of many wooden beams, and then covered with animal fur, the snow can slide down automatically, and will not stay on the roof and crush the house.

It is not impossible for them to hunt the fur of wild beasts, and because they have to exchange meat for food all the year round, there are still many wild beasts to hunt, but unfortunately they did not think of it!

The tables and chairs in the dining room are all made of wood, which is firm and beautiful, but they still didn't expect it!

People use several rotten iron pots to burn black and black fire excrement (white charcoal), and there is no smoke, and it will not smoke children.

That fire **** is made of wood, and they don’t lack it. Unfortunately, they only know how to keep burning open fire and roasting. Once the fire is extinguished, it will be cold. If the firewood is not dry, the tears will flow!

There is no harm without comparison, and a comparison makes him, a self-proclaimed genius, a scumbag in seconds!

The most unbelievable thing is that people started slicing up snow-seeded vegetables as soon as they came. When their secret spy went back and said, everyone joked that the Houmo of Zhennan was not a fool. Can you grow vegetables in the snow?

He was severely scolded by his grandfather, and everyone was unconvinced. Cheng Xianhou was also very disapproving at the time. He had never seen snow-shaving vegetables.

Although Chinese cabbage and radish were eaten in the winter before here, they were all planted in autumn, and when it snowed, they were ready to eat.

But, they just walked all the way, what is that green? That's a precious vegetable!

They used two pounds of meat for one kilogram of vegetables in previous years! They have never tried it, and they make fun of others beyond their own power!

The Cheng family did not have the support of the Song family, the Yang family, and the Sun family. As soon as their family was suppressed by the county master, they were so hungry that their faces were yellow and skinny, and they were miserable.

It was his grandfather and Grandpa Song who turned the tide and took them to hide in the snowy mountains, living a life like a savage.

What do you want to eat tomorrow? What I worry about every day is that there are no officers and soldiers, and they dare to chase the deep mountains where there are as many as the wild beasts, and come to them to find fault.

What is the joy of their life? I want to be full! What to expect in the future? Eat every meal!

What are their plans for life? Live!

Cheng Xianhou suppressed the vicissitudes of his eyes, "May I ask Zhennan Hou, do you have time to come and see us?"

"Our grandfather is an exile now. There is no Marquis of Zhennan here, so Mr. Cheng must be Marquis of Nan?" Zhao Yu asked coolly.

"No, my grandfather and Grandpa Song came here today mainly to visit your grandfather." Cheng Xianhou said humbly and politely.

"Elder Cheng and Mrs. Song were both famous people back then. We should have visited the two of you, but unfortunately you didn't seem to welcome us very much last time, so you didn't dare to bother."

Cheng Xianhou was startled by a clear and familiar voice. He looked up and saw a long and jade-like man pulling a petite woman in.

The woman is young, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate eyebrows and bright eyes. Even if she spends a few months in exile, she spends a few months in the wind and sleeps on the road, but she still has a unique beauty.

is even better than the Beijing beauty in his grandfather's painting. His grandfather's painting is recognized as lifelike, vivid, with a magical brush, and a wonderful hand Danqing...

When Cheng Xianhou looked at Jiang Xinyan, Jiang Xinyan was also looking at the five people in the dining room. The two old men were said to be about the same age as the eldest princess' grandmother, and they were less than seventy years old.

However, the two old men looked like they were over a hundred years old, and the folds on their faces were deeper than one, as if the vicissitudes of life were carved on their faces.

Sitting next to the brazier, there is a kind of calmness and ease in which Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing its color, and the elk rises to the left without blinking.

The man sitting next to him was the man whose wife gave birth that day. Jiang Xinyan thought he was a middle-aged uncle at the time!

Only later did I find out that he was a year younger than Chu Lixuan! At this time, he was wearing thick beast skin, and his lips were dry and peeling from the cold wind.

Those eyes are calm and unwavering, as deep as a dry well. The originally delicate facial features have become mean because of thinning, like a blade polished by years, and there is an air of depression in silence.

(end of this chapter)