Chapter 7 The seventh round of snow-covered boats, gloomy mountains, light and cold forests like jade, zombies, rich families, stinky meat, and wine like mist

Du Fu sent Gao Shi away, thinking of the heavy rain that day, although the beaches on both sides of the Weihe River were not full, the water had risen a lot, I don't know how it is these days?First, I said goodbye in the same car with Gao Shi, but I didn't pay attention.Looking carefully on the way home, the village and fields are still so desolate.The ground has long been dry, although it is not like that day when there is no wind, people will be covered in dust when they walk a little on the road, and the autumn wind will still roll up waves of swirling sand, which is volatile.The ditches along the way are not full of shallow water, or the mud is dry to the bottom, as if it hadn’t rained that day, and the riverbanks on both banks are crowded towards the center of the river. The turbid current carrying silt, like a rope, cannot keep kinks and rolls down.The entire river almost dried up and returned to its original state.I thought to myself: "This year's drought is too severe. Although food and vegetables cannot be grown, the open space in front of the court is sunny and ventilated. I put up a grass shed, grow a little medicinal herbs, and grow them for sale. I can barely survive the spring famine. The natural things will be reversed, and there will be heavy snow in winter. Let's work together with Xiang Ming in the next spring, and there is still hope for a summer harvest. It's just that the many suffering people will not talk about the beginning of spring, even this winter will be extremely difficult. Everyone will suffer from hunger and cold, and I will never have a reason to enjoy food and clothing for a long time. That young man who was forcibly arrested and drafted, there are many poor people who are nearly aging, let alone what kind of situation it is?" Just as he was making wishful thinking, he suddenly thought of the disasters suffered by the people, and he couldn't help feeling anxious again.Walking all the way, I don't feel that I am close to home.Suddenly seeing Yang's mother and son talking in front of the door pointing the way, Aizi Zongwen first jumped up and cheered with a pair of small hands, and hurriedly dismounted and led the horse.

Zong Wen shouted urgently: "Dad! I want to ride a horse, I want to ride a horse!" Du Fu casually hugged him and sat on the horse, supported him with his hands, pulled the rein and walked forward slowly, and asked with a smile, "Where is Xiang Ming?" Zongwen said: "He's not coming back. Dad went to the city and won't come home for several days. Mother is in a hurry." Then he shouted: "Mother, Dad is back!" Mrs. Yang hurriedly took Zong Wen down and asked that the horse was a gift from Gao Shi. She had just sent Du Fu back from Weibei, so she invited Du Fu to rest inside. He went to the kitchen to heat up the water, took a pot back to the house, and saw that Du Fu was questioning Zong Wen about Xiang Ming's whereabouts, and said with a smile: "You wash your face first, and when I dust off your body, the water in the pot It's also wide open, you drink a bowl to calm yourself, and I will tell you."

Du Fu first saw that his son refused to tell where Xiang Ming was going, but there was an expression of indignation on his face, he was hesitating, and he hurriedly said, "Tell me quickly, how could Xiang Ming disappear? My family has no worries about food and clothing this year. Rely on him. I haven't learned many things in the field, and sometimes I have to go to the city to meet friends. This person is really indispensable. He gets along very well with my family and will never leave for no reason. It's just that he has a stubborn temperament and is not big. Be obedient. Have you ever quarreled with him?"

Yang Shi brushed the dust off his clothes and crown for him, and replied calmly after listening: "After washing your face and rinsing your mouth, read the letter first. I'll go and fetch boiling water, and then I'll talk to you." Du Fu had no choice but to wash his face first as she said. Knowing that she was anxious to ask about Xiang Ming's whereabouts, Yang felt quite sad, so she took out the letter stuffed beside the bed, handed it to Du Fu, and then went to the kitchen to get boiling water. It was a letter from Cui Xiang, Du Fu's uncle, to the effect that Cui Xiang was the new county magistrate of Baishui, and his nephew and uncle hadn't seen each other for many years.It also mentioned that Yang's cousin Yang Yan was also transferred to the county magistrate of Fengxian near Baishui.Yang Mu always valued Du Fu and missed her niece, so she also planned to invite him and his wife to live in Fengxian.The distance between the two counties in Chang'an is only three or two hundred miles. I hope that Du Fu and his wife will go and wait for the spring to be warm.After reading the letter, Du Fu thought that although Mrs. Yang lived in her aunt's house for a few years when she was young, she missed her a lot when talking about it in daily life, probably because of the long drought and nothing happened in the fields, so she sent Xiang Ming to deliver the letter and went to Fengxian to visit her aunt. , slightly determined.Seeing that Mrs. Yang came in with soup, three newly steamed steamed buns and a plate of pickled vegetables, she asked with a smile, "Unexpectedly, the two counties where my uncle and uncle and mother-in-law live are not far from Chang'an, so you sent Xiang Ming here Did Feng go first?"

Yang said: "You have been running back and forth for more than half a day. First eat two pieces of steamed buns, and order some snacks before I talk to you in detail." After finishing speaking, he hurried out again.Then, I heard the sound of roosters crowing behind the house. Zong Wen just took the half bun that Du Fu broke open, and when he heard the crowing of chickens, he couldn't help saying happily: "Sure enough, mother will cut the chicken as soon as Dad comes back." As he spoke, he put down the bun and ran out, saying: " Help mother catch chickens."

Du Fu hurriedly pulled Zong Wen back, and said with a smile: "You can only help her. Sit down quickly and eat some steamed buns. I have something to ask you." Zong Wen said anxiously: "Mother said, if Dad wants to ask about Xiang Ming, just say he doesn't know, Dad don't ask anymore." After finishing speaking, he broke free and ran out again. Du Fu deliberately lowered his face, and said, "Good boy! If you want to cut chickens for your mother, your father won't love you anymore. Your mother will tell me about Xiang Ming's whereabouts. Do your mother and son often eat pickles when they are at home?" Zong Wen said: "It's a good thing to have pickled vegetables for dinner. Dad has only steamed dried fish once in the past few days in the city. Xiang Ming is even more reluctant to eat good ones. He even pickled the few pheasants he bought. It was air-dried, and I was reluctant to eat half of them. There were originally more than ten chickens, but Xiang Ming said that the chickens would not lay eggs if they were thin, and the weather was dry, so they would not be fat. Dad kept it to save food. Mother listened to him, and only gave two fat ones to Hao’s mother and son (parturients). Now there are only three hens and one chicken that is declaring dawn. We don’t eat a chicken for three days. Back to the bun, I often eat vegetable paste." When he said that, his expression seemed to be aggrieved.

Du Fu knew that Yang's household management had become more thrifty in recent years, and Xiang Ming was a good person who was used to hard work.Listening to Zongwen's tone, it is clear that the family is suffering.Thinking of the time when I was at home, although there were few dishes, there was often meat to eat for this meal every night. In the past half month, there was never a break in the food and wine in the city.Her mother and son and Xiang Ming ate the mush cooked with dried wild vegetables and whole grains at home.Steamed buns are not easily steamed.How can ordinary people live with such a man who has fields to cultivate and who is often helped by someone who has nothing to do with the food and clothing of those in the city?Can't help but feel heavy again.On that day, because Gao Shi was sent off without notice, he ran back and forth for more than half a day. He was very tired and barely ate one and a half buns.Just laying down on the couch, wanting to rest for a while, suddenly saw a large group of old and weak women and children running and shouting, and then a large group of people came chasing and killing them.Those who escaped a little later were cut down to the ground, and the blood flowed all over the field, which was horrible.When he was furious, he couldn't help but stand up, wanting to argue with the chief officer, but his arms were suddenly grabbed by a group of vicious military academies, and the others beat him shoulder to shoulder with long whips.Angry and angry, he struggled violently, and suddenly heard someone whispering in his ear: "Please wake up quickly, and sleep after dinner." Opening his eyes, he saw that Mrs. Yang was standing in front of the couch, shaking her shoulders, The lamps on the table have been lit, and the freshly stewed chicken and steamed bun pickles are also arranged.It turned out to be a nightmare.Wen Zhi Zongwen was already asleep, and it was early and night, so he quickly lifted the quilt and sat up. Looking through the window, the bright moon had risen for more than half of the last string, and he felt a little chilly.Tang hurriedly put on an old padded jacket that was placed on the side of the couch, and said with a smile: "It's quite cold tonight, I sent Wen'er to eat under the kitchen and go to bed first. You soak it in chicken soup first." Steamed buns, eat your fill while it’s hot, warm and warm. If you have anything to say, wait until you are young, and I haven’t eaten yet.”

Du Fu saw that the lights, water, clothing and food were all ready, his son Zongwen was sleeping soundly, even the clothes, shoes and socks that father and son would wear when they wake up tomorrow morning were neatly put away.Knowing that his beloved wife has been busy all by herself, she doesn't even care about food.Thinking of her usual hard work, I was so moved, I retracted what I was going to ask, and replied: "Okay, this poor family really owes you!" Then I sat down. Yang Shi and Du Fu ate their fill together, sent the rest of the food and furniture to the kitchen, cleaned them up, picked up a pot of freshly brewed tea, and planned to go back to the room.

Du Fu waited for a long time for Mrs. Yang to arrive, so he went to the cook and said with a smile, "I haven't done anything for you for a long time..." Yang said, "I've already cleaned up, so I don't need your help. If you have something to say, it's better to say it here, so as not to wake up Wen'er. It's warm in front of the stove. I just finished washing the dishes, and the stove is still on." Du Fu sat down on the low wooden pier in front of the stove, put a small table in front of him, took the teacup, and poured the tea.The husband and wife sit side by side and drink together.

Seeing that she was still wearing the old padded jacket, Du Fu smiled and asked, "This cotton padded jacket is already old and not warm, so what if you wear it again?" Yang replied with a smile: "This is specially for wearing under the kitchen. I'm not cold, and I go to bed when I'm young." Du Fu still didn't quite believe it, when he shook Yang's hand, it was really warm.Thinking of her slender hands in the past, like spring onions, but now she is so rough and thin, she can't help but feel pity and love, put her hands on Yang's shoulders, and forced a smile: "I have really failed you!"

Yang gently pushed Du Fu's hand away, and replied: "Husband and wife should share the same poverty, and they are the same as each other. Who is to blame? Drink the hot tea quickly, I have something to say." Du Fu saw that his beloved wife was always soft-spoken and affectionate, picked up the cup of tea, and just took a couple of sips, when the fire in front of the stove was lit up, he caught a glimpse of Yang's face, he immediately moved his thoughts, and said hurriedly: " Why are you looking sad again? Are you feeling sick from the wind and cold?" When Yang saw that Du Fu had finished eating, it was half an hour before he told the story of Xiang Ming's disappearance. Because of the severe drought that year, Xiang Ming feared that there would be no food in the next spring, so he went to the mountains to dig wild vegetables and grass roots, and dried them in the sun to prepare for the spring famine.And said to Yang: "Although the master and his wife are very good, they are both from official families. I have never suffered disasters like those I have encountered before. How can I know how severe it is? This heavy rain even washed away the original fertile soil. In a blink of an eye Just dry, only harm. The next year's crops will not be able to grow, and if the drought continues, there will be no hope of next year's rice, sorghum and vegetables. At this time, I have made an early decision. Not only can I prevent the famine, but I can save a few people when the time comes. Waiting for hardship at home?" On the one hand, he talked about the tragic situation that many victims were starved to death in the wild when they were fleeing famine. Because Yang heard that there were blue wolves in the mountain, she was afraid that he would be in danger, so she repeatedly advised him not to stop, so she had to listen. It was almost dusk that day, and I didn't see Xiang Ming picking up vegetables and turning around. I was worried, and the neighbor suddenly came to report: "Xiang Ming is an ugly man with a hunchback. Shi always carried heavy burdens, and his feet were quick, so he would not listen to advice. Today, when I came back early, I was bumped into by an officer and arrested by force, and I am nowhere to be seen today." Yang Shi was alarmed when she heard the words.Sixty or seventy miles back and forth between inside and outside the city, Hugh said that he could not leave home, so he asked someone to find her husband, but it was of no avail.Early the next morning, I remembered that apart from the tenants of the rich and eunuchs, most of the rest were old and weak women and children, and it was hard to find a good hand gesture like Xiang Ming.In the blink of an eye, there is not enough food in the spring, so how dare you add people? Although there are occasional friends to help, firewood and rice are so expensive this winter, is it a good idea to rely on people?When I was in a hurry, I suddenly received a letter from my uncle Cui Xiang, and learned that my cousin is now the county magistrate of Fengxian, and my aunt is still healthy.Both families look forward to his husband and wife going to get together, and their affection is very deep.With these two relatives to rely on, I feel a little relieved.Thinking of Xiang Ming being arrested by officials, he was still sad.Every day, I hope that my husband will go home to discuss plans, and think about Xiang Ming's escape in case.It's for this matter to look in front of the door first. Du Fu felt resentful after hearing the previous story.After repeated gentle persuasion, Mrs. Yang went to rest. Early the next morning, Du Fu took half of Gao Shi's gift of silver by his side, rode on a salu horse, went from outside the city to the city, and went around to check on Xiang Ming's whereabouts.It was not until the fourth day that Fan Yang Jiedu envoy An Lushan ordered his subordinates to come to Beijing to pay tribute ten days ago and to send gifts to the five families of the Yang family.As soon as the incident was over, dozens of servants carrying tribute gifts suddenly fled.Because the general wanted to send a large amount of cloth and weapons back, relying on the power of the Yang family, he immediately forced the local government dignitaries, and the time limit was tight.The tenants of less wealthy families were also arrested.It took only two days to catch all the servants and drive them back. I knew Xiang Ming was among them, so I had to let it go. Seeing that there is no hope for Xiang Ming to come again, Yang said that the future will be very difficult, even though there are close relatives of Cui and Yang, Keyi, who are not big officials, the years are famine and the world is chaotic, and the future is uncertain.Du Fu should make up his mind early, not to cut off contact with his friends in the city.Du Fu was worried about leaving Yang's family alone at home, and he was pregnant again, and he was even more afraid of overwork.Knowing that the two sons of the neighbor's wife had already been drafted, they were old and helpless, so they found her to accompany Yang's family and help with housework.Although Yang was worried about the lack of food, seeing that her neighbor's wife was poor and her husband was worried, she agreed. Du Fu had no other way, so he had to visit the city again. It took ten and a half months before returning home to visit him. The noble official is fancy, so ask someone to tell.Seeing that the other party intends to rely on the situation to buy it, Du Fu felt angry, and it was not what he wanted to resell the beloved horse gifted by his friend.Knowing that he would never be able to keep it, he took it and passed it on to Li Jing, the king of Ruyang.Although Du Fu had no horses to ride, Li Jing's gift of silver and rice was quite generous, which was probably enough to live through the year, until next spring, he would have no worries about food and clothing, so he hurriedly sent back all the other gifts and stayed at home for a few days.When I realized that it was almost midwinter, the sky would be so warm, and suddenly it snowed heavily for two days and two nights.It will be extremely cold after the snow lives.Originally I didn't want to go to the city, but on Li Jing's birthday at the end of November, Zuo Cheng Wei Ji invited some courtiers to have a meeting to relieve the cold, and he had already agreed that he would not miss the appointment.Yang saw that the snow was freezing and the road was even more difficult.Although he was worried that he would go, because Du Fu made an agreement with others when he returned, it was no harm to insist that he must go, so he had to add two more clothes for him. Du Fu was wearing a hood and heavy cotton. He had just left the house. Although he felt the weather was cold, he didn't care.When I got on the main road into the city, I accidentally stepped on the ground, and with a sound of sand, my foot sank deep into the snow, and I almost slipped and fell.The further you go, the more troublesome you will be, and the wind is so strong that you have no warmth left.His face hurt like a knife scrape, and his hands were bitingly cold when they were slightly out of the sleeves.The most uncomfortable thing is when the morning sun comes up, the coldness is cold, the snowflakes reflect the sun, and it is difficult to open the eyes.A series of northwest winds made it difficult for people to move, and they were often forced to retreat.If you don't pay attention, you will hold your breath.After barely struggling for a while, it seemed that the bone marrow was about to freeze.I couldn't go on the road, so I had to return.When he got home, he was panting a little, so Yang made him another bowl of ginger soup and drank it, so that he could recover. After lunch, the husband and wife were chatting around the fireplace, and in the strong wind, they could hear the noise coming from the snow in front of the door.Zong Wen suddenly ran in with a frozen face, panting and said: "Zhang Shangshu sent someone to fetch Dad into the city." As soon as Du Fu walked into the main room, he saw a man wearing a leather hood.A brawny man in sheep fur came in, breathing hot air from his mouth.Bow down and salute, explaining your intention. It turned out that Du Fu was introduced (introduced) by Wei Ji a few days ago and met several court nobles.Among them, Zhang Jun and Zhang Yi are the sons of the old prime minister Zhang Shuo.He was a successful young man, and he was also a favored minister. Because the poems Du Fu presented to Zhang Jun included the sentence "Tong Ji's hoofs are green, and Heng Xi shines on the purple mud. Lingqiu passes on the arrows at night, and returns to the horses to scatter the frost hooves". The poems presented to Zhang Jun include: The sentence "Hanlin forces the canopy, and the whale power breaks the sea. Mr. Zhang in the sky, the Han guest star in the palace", I am very happy to read it, and I want to accept it as a guest.In fact, these two poems were just social works that were common practice at that time.Hugh said it is far inferior to the "Soldiers and Chariots" and "Exiting the Fortress" written by Du Fu when he came back from Xianyang Bridge that day, and it is also much worse than his usual works for friends Cen, Gao, and Zheng Qian.However, the antithesis is stable, the words are elegant, and the opponent's brother Hanlin was appointed Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and the other was the princess Ningqin, and built a house in the ban.Zhang Jun saw the fast snow and clear yesterday afternoon, and wrote a happy snow poem. He was very proud and wanted to find Du Fu and a poem.First, he ordered someone to pick him up at Zheng Qian's house. He heard that he had returned to Duling, but he still refused to give up.The next night, he ordered his healthy servant to prepare a horse, and brought Du Fu into the city early the next morning.There are military academies cleaning the neighborhoods in the city, and pedestrians, cars and horses can still come and go.The thick snow outside the city makes it difficult for people to walk, let alone chariots and horses.The servant Jian didn't dare not to go at first, but after trying twice, he couldn't get away, so he had to tell the truth that Zhang Kuo just came to see his brother, so he ordered his servant to pick him up with the snow boat he had prepared in the forbidden area.This thing is shaped like a boat, with an iron sled and a small wheel attached to it. There are two strong men in leather clothes and leather pockets at the front and back, supporting the iron poles, driving on the heavy snow, and coming and going like flying.This is a special ban, specially made for skiing in mid-winter.Zhang Jie is the son-in-law of the emperor, and he also imitated one. After Du Fu asked about the reason for his visit, he couldn't refuse his kindness, so he hurriedly told Yang a few words, changed his clothes again, and got up to go on the road.I saw that the snow boat was made of high-quality wood, carved and painted by good craftsmanship, and decorated with gold and silver, it was very sturdy and luxurious.The warm cabin in the middle can accommodate several people sitting together, and it is surrounded by animal skins inside and out, covered with Luo Qi.There is also a warm curtain that can be rolled down on each side for people to enjoy the snow.The brocade embroidered cushion was already extremely warm and soft, and there was still a cage of animal charcoal growing there.Despite the severe winter, the inside is as warm as spring, there is no chill at all!He thought to himself: "Brother Zhang Jun, although he is a young boy, is not really in power. He is already so extravagant, and the power of the people is exhausted!" Yuji silver shop, no more variegated.The trees near and far have become Yushu Qionglin, and the silver flowers are shining brightly, reflecting the sun.The Zhang Xu long snow boat was sailing forward like an arrow, and the snow waves flew across the boat behind the boat, with great speed.Under the sunny sky, the top of Zhongnan Mountain is full of light, and the snow-free places in the cliffs are still blue and purple, and the scenery is especially beautiful.Except for the big gardens along the way, all the villages have no smoke, no sound of frozen sparrows, snow rushing at the gates, and no trace of people on the road.The dilapidated houses with thatched roofs that were overwhelmed by the heavy snow are constantly being discovered.Xin Fang sighed, there was a lot of voices in front, the snowboat changed from fast to slow, and it had already entered the city gate.Wei Wen said someone beside the road: "On the second night of the heavy snowfall, more than 20 people died in the snow in this area alone. It's so cold this morning, so what if you die! That's Gong Zhongxue Car, don't cause trouble, hurry up!" Du Fu hastily opened the nostalgic curtain and saw that the two talking traders had already passed by the boat, a dead body was lying in the shallow snow nearby, and several passers-by were pointing and sighing.Feeling sad, the boat has entered the city.There is only a thin layer of frozen dry snow in the center of the city.As the boat sailed on it, there was a chaotic sound of phosphorus and phosphorus.When Du Fu heard that there were so many people freezing to death and the boat was shaking violently, he couldn't help being dazed, without any thought.While in a trance, Xuefang passed several neighborhoods and drove in to a rich gate in the south of the road.Drive through the passage door and stop when you reach the hall on the first floor. This is Zhang Jun's residence in the Sixth Square (Xuanyi Square), West Second Street, Zhuque Street.The story that Yan Guogong Zhang said is in the fourth square (Yongle Square) of the first street east of Zhuque Street, and the scale is larger (the above neighborhoods all start from the north).Because Zhang said that he heard from a sorcerer in Japan that the Feng Shui of the old house had been broken, which would not be good for his descendants, so he specially built this other house, and Zhang Jun lived in it.Although the scale is slightly worse than the original Xiangfu, the buildings, pavilions, and flower and tree furnishings inside are more gorgeous. Du Fu first thought that the host was so kind and eager, and he couldn't wait, so he would definitely wait at home.Unexpectedly, as soon as the man got off the boat, another healthy servant rushed over and said with a smile: "The master has gone to find Cui and talk about poetry with two bachelors. There will be a snow appreciation lunch tomorrow. Please stay in the guest house temporarily. Tomorrow See you later." Although Du Fu has been able to hold back his anger in the past year, he was not at home and he didn't want to stay in the locality because the master he had only met once, so he told him that he still had an appointment in the evening.Since we are destined to meet tomorrow night, I just took time to meet a friend's appointment.I am still living in Zheng's house, and I will come back tomorrow afternoon and wait for words.The servants of the Zhang family knew that the master who was born as a noble son had a bad temper, as usual, he thought that it was going to happen at that time, and it became normal after the matter was over.Seeing that the visitor insisted on leaving, Zheng's house was close to each other, and he was happy to save trouble.Wanting to prepare his father and horse to see him off, Du Fu replied that it was very hot in the boat, and he could see the snow scene in the city on foot.All the healthy servants were happy to save trouble, and did not persuade them deeply.Du Fu's body was extremely hot because of the burning smoke cage in the boat, which was airtight and airtight.The wind in the city is much less, and when walking on the road, I feel my head is cool and my body is relaxed, and I don't feel cold.Suddenly, at the corner of a rich house, two people in front and behind carried out several slaughtered and skinned pigs and sheep.The frozen meat turned grayish white.The person carrying it is still talking.Listen carefully, the general idea is "This year's autumn drought and winter cold, many poor people died of freezing and starvation. Rich and noble families filled their houses with wine and slaughtered pigs and sheep in groups. It's no pity to spoil it. The weather was too warm a few days ago. , A lot of fresh meat has rotted in the kitchen. I don’t want to eat frozen meat, but it’s causing us trouble” and other words.Du Fu was thinking about how rare the rich people's wine and meat are, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a frozen man lying on the side of the road, his whole body constricted, his yellow teeth bared, he seemed to be smiling, but his face was shriveled and turned earth-colored, his appearance was very grim.I really couldn't bear to look more, so I quickly covered half of my face with my left sleeve, and rushed to Zheng's house in one breath. Zheng Qianqing didn't go out, but he was very happy to see that Du Fu came as soon as Xue lived.Seeing Du Fu's angry face, sneezing and sneezing, and angrily telling what he saw that day, he was also very angry.The pair of friends didn't even have a good meal and wine that night, so they went to rest. The next day at the beginning of the west, Du Fu went to Zhang's house again, and met the host again, and ordered him to wait in another room.After waiting for an hour, there was no movement.Feeling in a dilemma, the healthy servant suddenly invites you to sit down.When I arrived, I saw that the hall was full of wine and lights, and the room was as warm as spring.The Huayan has been set up, and it is very rich.A dozen or so distinguished guests and courtiers had already sat down, but they reserved a seat for themselves.He had no choice but to accompany the host to raise his hands to let the guests sit down.Full of suffocation, there is nothing to vent. After three cups of wine, Zhang Jun ordered people to fetch the poems of singing snow, and passed them on to the audience. When Du Fu saw that the poems of all the people present had not been read, he praised them first.When it was passed to the hands, it was even recited aloud, full of praise.That poem is just a pile of vulgarity, and there is nothing good about it.The more I listen to it, the more annoying I am, and I don't even want to eat such good food and wine.Just as he reluctantly took the poem, he suddenly remembered what Wei Ji had repeatedly told him: If you want to be proud, you must be like the light.Although he suppressed his sulking and said a few perfunctory words, he was not as flattering as others. Although Zhang Jun's poems are rich and noble, they flow into vulgarity, but after all, he inherited his family's learning from a young age and has a lot of experience.As soon as he heard it, he knew that Du Fu's words were insincere, and he was very upset.Xi San didn't stay with him, nor did he see him off. Du Fu pretended to be half full of stuffy wine, braved the cold winter night wind, and just walked back, when the chaogui riders who were picking up together also drove past him.The snow on the side of the road is thick and it is difficult to avoid it.The dry snow and dust rolled up by the wind behind the horses and horses also seemed to hit the head and face, which was icy cold.With great difficulty, he sneaked into the alley beside the road, and rushed to Zheng's house after the expensive carriages and horses passed by.After drinking with Zheng Qian for a while, his body warmed up. The next day was Li Jin's birthday, and there were many congratulators.Du Fu took a commoner as the guest of the palace, and there was already a boundary invisibly.Coupled with this group of high-ranking officials and nobles who are stalking the power, princes and grandsons are either flattering or arrogant, and many ugly behaviors are even more unacceptable. I feel that the current dynasty of Gungun is the same generation, how can the country's vitality not be hurt? Following Du Fu's appointment with Wei Ji to relieve the cold, although the people present at the meeting were gentlemen, they were very snobbish, even Wei Ji, who admired nothingness, was not exempt from vulgarity.There are many people at the banquet, and you are more likely to be stimulated.After passing by several times in succession, even the rich and noble friends Li Jing, Wei Ji, and Zheng Qianyao who are more close to each other seem to be in harmony with each other, and they don't like to reciprocate often.However, although Du Fu was getting farther and farther away from the wealthy and noble people in his heart, he was forced by the situation, and sometimes he had to ask them, it was really distressing! There was a lot of snow that year, and it was sunny for a few days, and then it fell again, and the chill was very bitter.The people outside the city were blocked by the snow, and there were very few pedestrians in the city.It wasn't until the middle of the twelfth lunar month, when the sun was shining for several days, that Du Fu went home to visit on the muddy ground.It was intended to be able to cultivate after the beginning of spring, but when I got home, I found out that the cattle had frozen to death early, and next year's crops would not be able to be planted.Kongzi was disappointed and had nothing to do. Seeing that all the rice and sorghum he had planted had died of drought, and the wheat harvested for one season was not enough to eat, he exchanged all the money donated by Gao Shi and the money returned by Li Jing for food. , dying.Originally, he couldn't bear to eat the frozen cattle, so he asked the neighbors to take the cattle away and divide them equally.In addition, some food was distributed as a gift.There was a depletion of stored grain, and the snow fell one after another.The old and weak women and children in the neighborhood had no way out except waiting at home to die, so they had to distribute the surplus food among the people one after another. Even the wild vegetables and grass roots that Xiang Ming picked from the mountains were all scattered, and the sky was sunny and snowy.Now, let alone the famine of spring, even the dying years are difficult. At first, my husband went to the city for many days, and he would be able to bring some silver and rice home. After waiting for many days to bring him back, he was empty-handed, and he couldn't help feeling anxious. Du Fu and his wife were very affectionate, and they strongly said: "There are a lot of acquaintances in the city, and there must be gifts at the end of the year. I have sent them some poems, so they will not all be lost. Although Zheng Guangwen (qian) is not well-off recently, there are still two paintings in this year. It can be sold, and if it is a last resort, you can also give alms. What are you worried about?" With comforting words in his mouth, he couldn't help feeling anxious when thinking of the lack of food at the end of the year.Reluctantly stayed at home for two days, then rushed to the city again. It's hard to tell people from time to time, and people are more snobbish in the years of chaos.Du Fu has lived in Chang'an for the past few years, and he has experienced the bitterness of the world and the warmth and coldness of human relationships.At the beginning, I came up with a lot of courage, feeling that there were many people to find, but as soon as I saw the city gate, my heart felt empty.When borrowing money from rich people, it depends on the timing, and you can't open your mouth casually.Only Zheng Qian is willing to give away everything, but he is not rich.How can he bear to save people from it?After thinking all the way, I still arrived at Zheng's house before I knew it.I overheard a painting seeker talking about that next year's first lunar month Wangchen (8th), the emperor will offer sacrifices to the Taiqing Palace and sacrifice to Emperor Xuanyuan (Lao Tzu).Gui has been, enjoy the Taimiao in the court, and sacrifice to the ancestors of the Tang Dynasty.In the afternoon of Jiawu, I went to the southern suburbs to pray to heaven and earth.For three days in a row, three big ceremonies will be held, and I can't help but feel moved: "It's better to ask for yourself than to ask for others. At the end of the year, when the road is poor, why don't you write three "Great Ritual Fu" to improve yourself and try it? In addition, find someone to borrow some silver and rice, and make up your mind after the New Year." After the guest left, he discussed with Zheng Qianlue, and within two days he completed the three "Da Li Fu" together with the table, and put them in Yan'en Temple.On the second day, Li Jing came to invite him to the banquet, and Wei Ji and Zheng Qianyao were also invited.Du Fu asked them to read the manuscript.After reading the Fu, Li and Zheng praised it together, and each gave some wine, meat and silver rice.The third day was getting closer to the new year, and just about to leave, those nobles who had received poems from Du Fu saw Wei Ji's face, and each of them gave some gifts.Du Fu knew that Zheng Qian was not short of money for the time being, so he left some of the wine, meat cakes and fruits sent by others for him, and hired a car to go back. Du Fu returned home with a full load in the wind and snow.The whole family passed the New Year safely, and distributed a lot of things to the neighbors.But thinking of what he had seen and heard this year, Mrs. Yang was very timid, and secretly made an idea. After the new year, on the fourth day of the first lunar month, Du Fu went to meet people in the city to celebrate the new year, and he was busy for several days.As soon as he rushed home, he wanted to reunite with his wife and children for a few days, when Wei Ji suddenly summoned him on a flying horse and waited for the road, but he didn't say the reason.