After wearing the book, he was favored by the villains in line

With the help of the manpower brought by Fei Wusu Xin, and these officials who worked extraordinarily hard because they were afraid of losing their heads, the temporary shacks for the people in the city to shelter from the cold were finally built before the sky completely darkened.

The people finally had a shelter, and a group of officials had to squeeze together under the small shacks to keep warm with the people. They were so cold that they couldn't fall asleep until dawn.

When they woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun, and when they walked out of the huts, they found that Fei Fusu and Xiao Li's generals had woken up before them, and they were hanging up some crude lanterns made of red paper. Among the huts, some were posting couplets on the door of each hut, momentarily stunned.

They were not the only ones who were surprised to see this scene. Even when many people woke up, they found couplets pasted on the door and red lanterns hung up. Their faces, which had been numb in the wind and snow, couldn't help showing a little complexity.

Because of this devastating wind and snow, some of the peach charms, blessing characters and paper-cuts that were originally posted on the first day were blown away by the strong wind, while others were buried under the white snow, and even the rest were lost. Most of them are broken and damaged, and no one wants to go to make up for them. Facing the threat of life, there are not even many people. They still remember that today is the Lantern Festival.

In fact, Lou Rongrong deliberately dragged Fei Qusu along with these things, and brought them together when the supplies were delivered. Because of the tight schedule, the convoy brought limited things, so naturally it was not as good as it was during the Beijing Central Lantern Festival. Delicate, but already very rare.

At this moment, certain memories deeply imprinted in the blood of the nation were reawakened along with the bright red on the white snow.

Some people began to take the initiative to hang lanterns and post peach charms, some people helped paste simple lanterns with red paper, some people helped to cook hot flat food in the square where the fire was lit, and the white mist diffused, making everything look more alive stand up.

When the first pot of flat food came out, someone lit a bunch of firecrackers. Amidst the crackling sound, the people who survived the snowstorm were carrying bowls of flat food, and there was inexplicable laughter. The children ran around and played games.

But laughing and laughing, many people couldn't help but shed tears, fell into the dumpling bowl, wiped their tears while eating, and finally couldn't eat any more, covered their face with their hands, turned their backs, shoulders trembling silently stand up.

Lou Rongrong was helping by the cauldron, and was responsible for handing out the filled dumplings to the hands of the common people. He greeted with a smile while handing over:

"Eat more, if you don't have enough, fill it up again! Just enough! There are Yuanxiao and Tangyuan to eat at night, don't forget to come and try it!"

Because when the flat food was first invented by the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing, it had the original intention of warming up the body, so the fillings of these flat food were prepared by Zheng Miao and Ren Mingshi. The role of people's immunity.

At this moment, Ren Mingshi was also helping to cook the flat food, and Chen Yun, Lou Rongrong didn't know that he was on duty at Sinong Temple, but he was good at making flat food. Among the few people who helped to pack the flat food, he was the most The fastest and most beautiful ones, Xiaoguo and Xiaohua, are small but sensible, and when they are full, they also come to help.

The common people who finished eating the flat food also spontaneously came to help, and wanted to replace Lou Rongrong and the others so that they could also eat flat food sooner.

Lou Rongrong shied away twice, and finally let a fat woman in her forties take her place, brought a bowl of flat food, and sat side by side with Ren Mingshi, Chen Yun, and the others at the door of the medical hall forward.

Lou Rongrong was indeed hungry, he didn't care about his image at all, he almost buried his face in the big porcelain bowl borrowed from the common people, eating bite by bite quickly.

Ren Mingshi looked at this scene, and it was hard to imagine that Lou Rongrong was a noble princess who was bestowed by the emperor, but what Lou Rongrong did made him feel that even if she was born in the royal family and had a real noble blood A princess may not be able to be like Lou Rongrong, so that people can truly respect her from the bottom of her heart.

Noticing his gaze, Lou Rongrong raised her head from the bowl, puffed her cheeks, looked at Ren Mingshi while chewing, and said in a vague voice:

"What's wrong? But what's wrong?"

Talking to someone while chewing is a very rude behavior, but for some reason, the corners of Ren Mingshi's mouth almost couldn't be controlled, and somehow he felt a little cute:

"It's nothing, just seeing that you eat deliciously, I can't help looking at it and find it interesting."

Lou Rongrong tried her best to swallow the remaining dumplings, and then gave Ren Mingshi a thumbs up without hesitation:

"Delicious! The stuffing is delicious, and the dumpling skin is also thin and firm. It's so delicious!"

Chen Yun, who was also gorging himself on the side, raised his head. It was about the past two days that he got acquainted with Lou Rongrong, and he was not so cautious anymore, and he even said a little complacently:

"I also think that my mother said that my skill at making dumplings is comparable to that of Fan Lou's masters. If it wasn't for my father who refused to let me go to Fan Lou to learn art, he insisted on letting me enter the court as an official, saying No, now you can eat the dumplings I made in Fan Lou."

A few people were talking and laughing while eating flat food, and a group of people from Hubu and Sinong Temple not far away watched, couldn't help swallowing, but didn't dare to go forward.

When one of the officials pushed back, he suggested:

"Chen Shilang, isn't it your nephew who sits and eats with Princess Tianlu? Look..."

Chen Shi was protecting his newly sewn ears, his Adam's apple was rolling, and he wanted to go forward, but he knew very well in his heart that from the perspective of others, Chen Yun was his nephew, but he had never paid attention to the person in Si Nong Temple. The nephew of the little master.

Not to mention taking care of him, even when the people below took credit or bullied Chen Yun, he never restrained the people below, acquiescing to this kind of behavior, which indirectly led to Chen Yun's difficult situation in Sinong Temple.

Now that Chen Yun has a face in front of Ying Ze, but he is hated by Ying Ze because of his neglect of duty, it is still unknown whether he will sell this face to him now.

But naturally he couldn't say it out, he just sneered and said:

"If Mr. Zhang is hungry, you can go and get your own food. Why are you living here, and you want my nephew from the Chen family to serve you?"

What he said also carried the resentment that all the people in the household department blamed on him alone, his expression was venomous, it made people feel cold, the person who suggested it dared not mention it again.

Among the group of people, only a few were conscientious. They had no face to eat dumplings, stared at their growling stomachs, and went to help build new shacks, or paste lanterns and peach charms.

What they didn't expect was that when they were helping, the people who were working together next to them, when they heard the sound of hunger in their stomachs, they looked back at them, and then went to bring a few bowls of flat food and handed them to them.