If you don't farm, you will be smashed [End Times]

"Thank you, Benefactor Xia." Wangchen thanked again.

The little monk hesitated for a moment, and bowed to express his thanks: "Thank you, benefactor, can I let the little monk live with the master?"

"Wangchen!" The old monk stopped him, knowing that the apprentice wanted to make him live more comfortably, but he didn't want to make Xia Chen unhappy.

"It's okay, the room is for you to live in, how you live is up to you." Xia Chen thought about it very much, muttering in his heart, why did he seem to have heard the name of Wangchen somewhere.

Xia Chen called Brother Nan to go upstairs with Wang Chen to look at the room, and packed all his things to the next door.

Several monks also scattered separately, some took the medicine to decoct the old monk, and some packed their belongings, Wang Chen helped the old monk upstairs, stood at the door and lowered his head, not looking at Xia Chen to clean up thing.

When the window was scraped open, Xia Chen moved all his luggage to Brother Nan's room, and when he came back later, he only took two changes of clothes and some common items, so he packed them up very quickly. The two of them worked together, and it didn't take long Just move them all next door.

Xia Chen stretched out his hand and gestured to the two monks to come in, Wangchen and the old monk clasped their hands together and saluted.

During the Spring Festival in the eighth year of Xiyuan, the imperial capital was no longer as lively as in previous years. It had snowed heavily for ten days, and the snow was so thick that it could bury half of a person's body. There were more pedestrians on the street. It was impossible not to go out, and the food at home was exhausted. , If you go out, you may freeze to death, but if you don't go out, you will starve to death.

The government organized people to clear the snow. It was heard that on the road beside the palace, whole bags of salt were poured down.

The people living here in Xicheng District are ordinary people. How can there be such a luxury? A few guests left the inn, and the price of hot water and food quadrupled. However, the shopkeeper didn't push him any further, thinking that he also understood that if he was pushed too hard, he would probably start a mess.

Luo Hu and the others who made trouble had no choice but to drive them out after the merchants who hired them refused to pay for board and lodging.

On the 12th day when the city was closed by heavy snow, it was New Year's Eve. The innkeeper bought back half a cow and a sheep at a high price, and asked the cook to kill them for the New Year's Eve dinner.

People from all over the world gathered together, and those who paid gave two extra pieces of meat, and those who had no money also got a bowl of broth. A few men who worked as caravan guards like Luo Hu held up soup bowls and praised with a smile: "The shopkeeper benevolence."

The shopkeeper clasped his hands, and brought a jug of wine to the table to drink with others. The lobby was full of bubbling, and even the most particular scholar would fight for wine with others with a loud voice and blushing face.

"Uncle, I'm homesick." Brother Nan murmured softly while lying on the table with a blushing face. He just stole a glass of wine while Xia Chen wasn't paying attention, and his eyes blurred after drinking.

"I want to eat meat buns made by my mother, as well as the old hen at home. It's time to cook them for the New Year. We're not here. My brother Kemei died, and all the chicken legs belong to him."

Xia Chen was also full of homesickness at first, but he couldn't help laughing when he was teased. He was obviously homesick, but why did he come to Brother Nan, so he was thinking about eating.

"No, when the snow stops, my uncle will buy you a whole chicken." Xia Chen comforted his nephew by touching his head.

"When will the snow stop?!" Brother Nan sighed dizzily.

In fact, everyone is aware of the abnormal weather this winter, but everyone believes that the snow will not keep falling.Every time I say, when the snow stops, what to do, every day I look forward to opening my eyes the next day, when the snow stops and the sun comes out, but the heavy snow still falls for so long.

"Little benefactor, don't panic, the snow won't last long." Wang Chen interrupted suddenly.

Ever since Xia Chen gave him a pinch of medicinal powder to reduce the old monk's fever, the monks were all grateful to him. Brother Nan has a warm and simple personality, and soon became acquainted with Wang Chen who lives next door. .

Hearing Wangchen was so sure, Brother Nan's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Really?"

"Really, what my master said." Wang Chen bent his eyes and smiled slightly. He is a gentle and thoughtful person, and he is very pleasant to get along with.

Wangchen's master's name is Kongming, and Xia Chen doesn't know if he has the ability to see the weather, but the old monk is indeed quite experienced, and he acts with restraint, which is respected.

"That's great!" Brother Nan cheered happily: "When the snow stops, I'll treat you to something delicious. It's a pity that you don't eat meat. The meat is so delicious..."

After talking, they turned to eating, Xia Chen and Wang Chen looked at each other with a dumbfounding expression.

That night, the noise lasted until very late, and the lobby was reeling and drunk. Since Xia Chen got drunk and lost his savings for several years, he quit drinking. Together with Wang Chen, he helped Nan Geer, who was holding his left foot and his right foot, to go up. building.

At the door of the room, Xia Chen and Wang Chen said goodbye to each other, and helped the half-drunk nephew in.

"It stinks, you should sleep on the floor tonight." Throwing Brother Nan on the bed, Xia Chen reprimanded with a dark face.

Brother Nan was still conscious, and smirked at Xia Chen twice: "Uncle, you can't bear it."

Xia Chen couldn't hold back his laughter, and slapped him on the head: "Go and wash all the sheets and clothes for me tomorrow."

"Okay..." Brother Nan was drunk after all, and his eyelids slowly drooped without saying a word to Xia Chen.

Xia Chen covered him with a quilt, leaned sideways by the window, stared at the window in a daze, and didn't know what happened to Zijian, he said that the small yard would buy a lot at once, so you don't have to worry about eating and drinking even if the mountains are covered by snow. , but couldn't get in touch with him, Xia Chen was inevitably anxious.

"Ban'er, can you get me some sunlight?" I used to think morning glory was very useful, but now I find that there is still a shortage of energy storage. In such a situation where the sun cannot be seen for more than ten days, it is basically useless.

[cannot. ] Xia Tongpan refused very simply. In fact, this was not the first time Xia Chen asked him.

Xia Chen sighed, and asked again: "Then the magic seed I planted this time has mutated?"

The last time he went to Baocheng Temple, he dug the soil and added snow water. The mutated plants he planted had only leaves but no fruits. The leaves were like enlarged versions of snowflakes, with a crystal-like texture. Certain areas are icy.

For example, if you throw a piece on the ground, about one square meter of the ground will be frozen and form a thin layer of ice. If you throw it into the water, a certain volume of water will also be frozen into ice.

This function should be very useful in summer. It is very convenient to freeze a piece of ice cubes to freeze fruit or something, but now it seems very tasteless.

After using the magic book to turn it into a card, he got another green card. Before he could use it, Xia Chen made a copy as the mother copy.

It was also because of this mutation that Xia Chen saw hope. Maybe he could grow a sunflower to produce solar energy for him?With such a mentality, Xia Chen would ask Xia Tongpan every once in a while whether his magic seed had mutated.

Unfortunately, it is still the same answer this time: [No. ]

"Hey, should I dig some more soil in the temple?" Xia Chen sighed.

Just finished speaking, before Xia Tongpan could answer, Xia Chen suddenly heard a few knocking sounds from outside the window.He immediately held his breath, pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and sure enough there was a knock on the window.

Get out of bed lightly, and pick up the footstool beside him. Xia Chen walked to a place near the window, and asked coldly, "Who?"

In fact, he wasn't too worried. He lived on the second floor, and this distance was enough to embarrass most criminals.

"I, Yuan Bao, open the window." Xia Chen's thoughtful voice came from outside the window, and he put down the footstool in surprise. Xia Chen pulled out the bolt and opened the window. While the wind and snow were engulfing, a person jumped out of the window.

"How do you..."

"Shh."

Xia Chen subconsciously kept silent, and the next second there was a knock on the door: "Benefactor Xia, are you asleep? I seem to hear something outside."

"It's okay, I accidentally tripped over the stool just now." Xia Chen dismissed Wangchen calmly, and heard footsteps going away, and the wooden door next door was closed.

"Why are you here at this time? Is it cold? How did you come up?" He threw out a bunch of questions like a cannonball, and before Wen Shu could answer, Xia Chen hugged and touched his hand, and it was really cold. Same as ice.

Holding Wen Shu's hands in his arms and rubbing them together, he breathed a sigh of relief, and while moving his fingers, Xia Chen frowned and stared at him: "Don't you know how to wear two more clothes?!"

The last time he met, he discovered that this man is a person who cares about style and not warmth, and only wears a thin brocade robe in winter, but today he didn't wear the flamboyant red one, but a white cotton robe, which is still not very thick to the touch.

Wen Shu wanted to say that he wasn't cold, but Xia Chen carefully held his hands in his arms and rubbed them back and forth. The warm touch was so comfortable that he couldn't bear to let go, so he swallowed all the words, and only raised the corners of his lips to watch intently. Looking at Xia Chen, he thought about it for a long time, he just took one more look.

"Wait a minute." Xia Chen thought for a while, then let go to get something, but Wen Shuhui held his hands and did not let go, he couldn't help but smiled: "Why are you like a child, come here. "

Pulling Wen Shu to the closet, Xia Chen rummaged through some warm clothes sent by the General's Mansion. Inside were two thick cloaks for him and Brother Nan. Wen Shu was taller than him, and his clothes Wen Shu It won't fit, but the cloak is all right, only a little shorter.

I gave Wen Shu the one of mine to put on, but when I turned around, I saw him staring at Brother Nan, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, with unfriendly eyes: "Who is this?"

"My nephew." Afraid of waking Brother Nan, Xia Chen whispered.

"Why is he in your room?"

"This... It's a long story. This should be his room. My room was originally next door. You just heard that I gave up the room to two monks. By the way, how do you know I'm in In this room? Also, why did you come here at this time? You jumped out of the window, I am on the second floor, is it dangerous!"

"A New Year's Eve with you." Wen Shu smiled slightly, not saying that he had heard where Xia Chen was.Opening the package he brought, it was full of food, including the pastry that Xia Chen mentioned to him last time he thought it was delicious, meat such as braised beef and roast chicken, wine, and a few oranges.

Xia Chen stared blankly at the pile spread out on the table. He just mentioned something when he was chatting with Wen Shu. He asked him to celebrate the New Year together this year. He never thought that he would really come. He walked through the wind and snow without hesitation.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Shu frowned slightly: "The preparations this time are not enough, it's a little crude, don't blame Yuanbao, I will prepare a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner for you next year's Spring Festival."

"That's good. I almost vomited from eating steamed cakes at the inn." Xia Chen laughed immediately, and pulled him to sit down: "Do you want a drink?"

Zijian came from a long way, he should have a drink with him, it's just a drink, it shouldn't be a problem, at worst, he will not enter the space tonight.

Using the teacup as a wine glass, Xia Chen filled two glasses of wine, pushed one in front of Wen Shu, and raised the other by himself: "Happy New Year."

Wen Shu toasted and touched each other: "Let's have fun together."

After the wine in the cup was exhausted, the two looked at each other and smiled. When friends met, there was endless talk. Xia Chen briefly talked about his situation, and was about to ask Wen Shu, when there was a faint meowing sound outside the window.

The smile on Wen Shu's face restrained, he covetously glanced at Xia Chen, got up and said goodbye: "I'm leaving."

In fact, as early as ten days ago, he planned to go down the mountain to find Xia Chen. In order not to bring troubles to Xia Chen, he used himself as a bait to lure the spies from Duke Ding's mansion to come out, hoping to solve them all at once.

However, after Wen Bo broke his leg, knowing that he had no hope of inheriting the title, he went crazy and arranged for his subordinates to kill him. Not only did he arrange for the Dingguo Mansion's personnel, but he also put a reward outside to pay for his life.

Just as Wen Shu solved one group, another group came. He keenly discovered that the two groups of people were not the same master. After investigation, he found that, as expected, the latter was sent by his stepmother.

Wen Shu thought for a while, the stepmother in the previous life was always good in front of him, probably because he was too good as a young father-in-law, and Wen Zhuo, as the second son, had no hope of becoming a prince, so they maintained their superficial harmony.

But in this life, he was abandoned and abandoned, and he has no other advantages except for being the head of the heir.He faded out early, and the two parties in the Dingguo government's struggle became Wen Bo and Wen Zhuo. In this life, there is no Wen Shu standing between them. The relationship between Wen Bo and Wen Zhuo can be said to be in dire straits.

So Xiao Lin's fish in troubled waters sent people to intercept and kill him, but he wanted to kill him and then put the crime on Wen Bo. As the only male heir of Dingguo Duke's mansion, Wen Zhuo could logically inherit the title.

Solving two obstacles at once is simply killing two birds with one stone.

Wen Shu didn't intend to do what they wanted, but he hadn't deliberately cultivated manpower over the years, and he was no match for four hands. After he killed and retreated a group, Zhe Liu was also injured, and he wasted some time in order to recover from his injuries.

Now Wen Shu is leading the group of killers around the city, so he turned around and killed a few of them. Today's Chinese New Year didn't make them feel better. He chopped off two of the killers to celebrate, and then ran away while the others didn't catch up. Come and meet your loved ones.

But there's no need to tell his family Yuan Bao about these things, he's afraid of scaring him.

"So fast?" Xia Chen asked in shock.From Wen Shu's unusual way of coming, Xia Chen guessed that he might have come here secretly, and probably wouldn't stay long, but he didn't expect to leave so soon.

Wen Shu watched him remain silent, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull Xia Chen into his arms, and whispered in Xia Chen's ear: "Yuanbao, you must remember what I said."

"Huh? What?" Xia Chen pushed but did not push away, and whispered: "Let me go first." The two big men kept hugging, which was weird.

Wen Shu didn't let go, still lowered his head and put his lips next to his ear and whispered: "Listen, if I don't come to you before the seventh day of the first lunar month, if I don't come to you before the sixth day, leave the imperial capital immediately, go south, and take the official road The carriage ride lasted half a day, there was a small Zeshan, not far from the post station, you can ask someone to find out. There is a small farm of mine on the mountain, with all the clothes and food, you stay there and don’t run around, wait for me to find you."

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