Three Kingdoms: I ran for my life all the way, but was forced to become the master of this world!

Chapter 287

The winter in Luoyang is still relatively cold, although most of the people in the Han King Mansion are southerners, but the ability to adapt is still relatively strong, and the facilities here must be relatively complete, because they are built according to the specifications of the palace.

Under the special guidance of Liu Jun, Western merchants introduced some cotton and linen products through the Silk Road, and clothing has transitioned from silk fabrics to cotton fabrics.

In the past, in the northern winter, most of the clothing for the cold was fur, but now cotton clothes have been made. Compared with fur, cotton clothing has many advantages, such as lightness, cleanliness, neatness, etc., and the price is relatively cheap. Therefore, it was very popular with the people, so that merchants obtained great profits, so a steady stream of cotton and linen was transported from the Western Regions to Chang'an and Luoyang.

Under the organization of the people of Hube Shangshu Pangshan, a lot of wasteland was reclaimed, and the free time in winter was used to tidy up the land and prepare to plant cotton and linen from spring.

In addition, the winter cabbage of the Western Regions was also introduced, this vegetable cultivation method is very simple, and the survival rate is extremely high, so that the people in the north can also eat fresh vegetables in winter.

A heavy snowfall, covered in silver, the sky and the earth are white.

Liu Jian was in a good mood, and took several ladies and children to enjoy the snow in the garden.

"Father, look at the plum blossoms, they are so beautiful!" Liu Sheng shouted excitedly when he saw a few plum blossoms.

"There are several plums in the corner, Ling Han opened alone, knowing that it was not snow, for the dark incense. Liu Jian casually chanted out a poem by Wang Anshi.

"Husband, what a poem!" Cai Yu listened and was amazed, "Fujun should be the number one talent in the world, although the concubine has read poetry books before, but she can't make such a good poem!"

But I think that if he compares with his husband, he is still much inferior. Xiao Qiao was already impressed by Liu Qiao's poetry at this time.

"Yes, no one compares to your husband!" all

the women exclaimed, of course, not intentionally flattering, but from the bottom of their hearts. Liu Wei listened to it and naturally enjoyed it very much.

When my husband was a child, he also pondered hard and pondered, wanting to write a good poem, although there were some good words and sentences, but the content was empty, it can be described as gold and jade, and it is a failure. , Now after all these things and some tribulations, I can write casually. "In this era for a long time, the number of times he plagiarized other people's poems increased, Liu Jun's face became thicker, and he was more convenient in bragging bulls.

"The suffering of the husband is the fault of the concubine..." Liu Jun had told Cai Yu in detail about the experience of Liu Jun's escape from Fancheng, and every time he thought of this, Cai Yu felt very guilty. If Cai Yao hadn't sacrificed Jingzhou to Cao Cao, how could her husband

Liu Jun suffer like this?"

"The destiny of heaven is like this, Yu'er doesn't have to blame herself!" Liu Jun smiled generously, "Mencius said that the heavens will descend on the people of Si, and they will first work hard for their minds, work their bones, starve their bodies, empty their bodies, and act in Buddha's ways, so they will be patient and gain what they cannot!"

Father, this plum blossom is as white as snowflakes!" said Liu Xing after looking around the plum blossom for a while.

"Oh, then look again, what is the difference between this plum blossom and snowflake?" asked Liu Jun.

"Plum blossoms are scented, snowflakes are not!" Liu Xing said.

"Father

, if you look closely, the snowflakes are whiter than the plum blossoms!" Liu Sheng said, "From a distance, the plum blossoms are a little pink." "

Sheng'er observed very carefully, not bad!" Liu Lian nodded with a smile.

"Father, can you write another poem about plum blossoms and snowflakes?" said Liu Xing.

"Xing'er don't mess around, how can this poem be written and written?" said Fan Shi hurriedly.

Liu Xing twisted his head, "Sir said that Father can write good poems at any time!"

"Ha..." Liu Li smiled easily, "Okay, happy today, I'll write another song for my father!"

Liu Jian pretended to think a little, and slowly paced around the plum blossom for two steps, in fact, Lu Meipo's "Xuemei" was just in time, and he had already thought of it and groaned it softly.

"Mei Xue fought for spring and refused to fall, and the pen fee of the Pavilion commented. Mei Xusun snow is three points white, but the snow loses plum fragrance.

For a moment, all the women stared intently, their faces full of dementia.

How could such a good poem be written casually?

"Good poetry, good poetry!" Suddenly, Ma Liang's voice came from the door of Xiaoyuan.

Followed by Shangshu Wang Xuan of the Ministry of Work, Shangshu Ma Liang of the Ministry of Work, Zhong Xiu, and Ma Zhong, the attendant of the Criminal Department, and other four people came to the garden.

"See

the Lord Father!" "Excuse me

!" "Thank you

Lord!" "It's a great blessing to be able to listen to the Lord Father's song "Xuemei"

today!"

Zhong Xiu seemed very happy.

"Yuanchang, didn't you come in vain today, do you want to thank me?" said Ma Liang with a smile.

"Of course, another day to invite Ji Chang to drink!" "

That must be Wanli

Xiang!" "Good!"

It

turned out that Ma Liang, Ma Zhong and Wang Xuan had something to discuss with Liu Jun, and Zhong Xiu did not plan to come over, but was pulled by Ma Liang.

"Mei Xusun snow is three points white, but the snow loses plum fragrance. Such a wonderful word, only the lord can write it!" Wang Xuan, who was once known for his poetry, the only thing he admired was the lord Liu Jun, although he did not deliberately make poetry, and he did not write many poems, but every capital can be called a classic, "From now on, the world may not dare to write Xuemei

!" "Yes!"

"

Father also wrote a poem just now, also about snow and plum." Liu Sheng suddenly interjected.

"Oh, then I must appreciate it, can Saiko recite it?" asked Zhong Xiu.

"Of course you can!" Liu Sheng walked to the side of the plum blossom, shook his head, and began to read, "There are several plums in the corner, Ling Han opened alone, and he knew that it was not snow, because there was a dark incense."

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Zhong Xiu seemed to enjoy it very much.

"The Lord has written poems, and the power of each poem is unmatched!" Ma Liang once again admired sincerely.

"Master, my subordinates plan to print your poems into a new book, I wonder if I can do it?" asked Wang Xuan.

"Master, this must be printed, and his subordinates are a little impatient!" said Zhong Xiu.

"Yes, it must be printed!" echoed Ma Liang.

"Since you all agree, Zhongxuan, you just do it!" "

No!" Wang Xuan seemed very excited, in fact, he had long wanted to do that.

"You guys are not just seeing me today, right?" asked Liu Jun.

"Don't hide from the Lord, there are indeed some things!" "

Okay, then let's go to the study!"