The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

morning.

It's rare to have such free time when the weather is cold, and everyone wants to stay warm in the quilt for a while longer.

After the three of them had lunch, the sky cleared up and the heavy snow stopped falling. They packed up and prepared to go out.

The winery is in a village outside the city. Although it has stopped snowing, the snow piled up around it is quite thick, and the wind blows so cold that the cold penetrates deep into the bone.

The three of them took the mansion's carriage. Butler Qian had thoughtfully laid a soft and thick carpet in the carriage. There was a small table in the middle and a red-hot charcoal stove next to it with hot water boiling on it.

There is also a small stove to ensure that they will not freeze along the way.

The two grown men wouldn't think it was an exaggeration. Jiang Shian was in poor health, and they couldn't let him get cold when he went out. This arrangement was just right.

The carriage traveled for about half an hour, and the road into the village was blocked by heavy snow, so they had to walk for about an incense stick of time to reach the village.

Fortunately, the roads have been trampled out, so we won’t get lost.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, many people come to buy wine, most of whom are servants in the family who are responsible for purchasing.

There were also some young men dressed elegantly, looking like young masters, walking along the path with them, laughing and joking.

These people should be like them, driven by curiosity, so they decided to make a trip to this small village to buy wine.

Jiang Shian saw several young men getting off the carriage. When he heard that they could not ride in the carriage and had to walk into the village, he walked forward with the help of the guards, cursing, and his face did not look good.

The three of them followed the crowd into the village.

Except for a path in the middle, the snow on both sides was already knee-deep.

There were bushes and weeds all around, all covered with white snow.

This road was not easy to walk on, the ground was covered with ice and snow, and it was a bit narrow on both sides. Ji Yinghuai couldn't hold Jiang Shian's hand anymore, so he could only let him walk in the middle. He followed behind and paid attention to Jiang Shian's steps to prevent him from falling.

"I told you not to wear such thick clothes. Now I feel clumsy and heavy even when I walk."

Jiang Shian complained dissatisfiedly.

Before going out, he looked at himself in the mirror. He was wrapped in three layers of clothes like a ball. In addition, he had a hand warmer in his hand. One could imagine what he looked like at that moment. He should be the same as the penguin on TV.

"It's cold and you're not feeling well. If you're sick you'll bother me at night." Ji Yinghuai grabbed the fox fur hat on Jiang Shian's head.

The white fluff is delicate and adds a touch of softness when worn by Jiang Shian, making him look particularly adorable.

Ji Yinghuai thought that it would be even cuter if he could put two snow-white rabbit ears or fox ears on the top of the hat.

"Who bothered you?" Jiang Shian muttered in a weak tone.

Thinking about the illness and fever he had two days ago, he seemed to be a little fussy, whining and asking Ji Yinghuai to meet his various requests.

But he saw that Ji Yinghuai was also enjoying it.

Jiang Wenjing listened to the two people playing back and forth, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it before, but now seeing how the two of them get along, he suddenly thought that if he had a boy like this by his side, it might be better to play around with him.

As he was thinking about it, a figure appeared in his mind. He quickly shook his head. That little ancestor had a very bad temper and would start yelling at people as soon as he was not satisfied with something.

He would be returning to Beijing in a few days, and then that little ancestor would come to interrogate him again. After thinking about it, he shook his head helplessly.

They said they would arrive in an incense stick of time, but the road was slippery and difficult to walk on. People fell down every now and then, and it took Jiang Shian and his companions more than half an hour to walk.

I was sweating profusely in the middle of winter and was out of breath due to fatigue.

Everyone finally arrived at the entrance of the village.

There were quite a few people gathered at the village gate, both adults and children. They formed a circle with a particularly large fire burning in the middle. The heat seeped through the gaps, and you could feel the heat coming towards you as soon as you got close.

This scene made Jiang Shian feel as if he and Ji Yinghuai were still in the village. Back then, in the village, he could see a large group of people gathered together chatting every day.

Many people noticed them, and cast their gazes at the approaching group with either surprise or curiosity.

Several aunties around, holding melon seeds in their hands, shared the seeds with them with a smile.

"Hey! What is that? It's so black. I don't want it." One of the young men, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, took a step back with a look of disgust on his face.

"Are you blind? These are melon seeds. Why are you acting like a bumpkin? This is not your city. You don't even know the most basic manners. It's shameful." The people accompanying him looked at him with dissatisfaction, their eyes full of disgust.

The aunt who was distributing the melon seeds didn't care at all and continued to distribute them to others with the bag.

When it came to Jiang Shian, he reached out and grabbed a handful, raised his face and said with a smile: "Thank you, auntie."

"No need to thank me, the child is so handsome." Auntie praised with a smile.

One of the men stepped forward and said enthusiastically, "Gentlemen, are you all here to buy wine?"

"Yes."

Standing in front of Jiang Shian and the others, a man who looked like a butler came out and answered.

The man smiled even more: "I'll take you in. The ingredients for the wine in the village are all grown and brewed by themselves. You can taste them before buying. The wine cellar is at the end of the village!"

Everyone followed him into the village. Although it was the end of the village, it was still quite far away. After walking for a while, everyone finally saw a very large house.

Unlike other wooden houses and earthen houses in the village, this house was obviously built with a lot of effort. The materials and craftsmanship were good. It didn't look like a wine-making place at all, but more like a mansion of a wealthy family.

There are several pine and cypress trees in front of the mansion, and a small house built separately in front of the door.

Just as everyone was puzzled, they saw a particularly ferocious wolf walking out of the wooden house?

It should be a sturdy wolfdog. Its white and gray hair is very similar to that of a wolf, and its sharp golden eyes make people mistake it for a wolf.

Jiang Shian exclaimed in amazement, this wolfdog was so handsome, with fluffy and clean fur that was well-groomed.

This reminded him of Yuanbao at home. After not seeing him for half a year, Yuanbao must have grown up a lot. He wondered if he still remembered him after not seeing him for half a year.

The door was open, and the man leading the way saw that everyone's eyes were on the dog tied to the door, and explained: "Don't worry, it won't bite."

After the man led them in, other people came out to greet them. They smelled a particularly strong aroma of wine when they stood at the door before entering the yard, let alone standing in the yard now.

Jiang Shian couldn't drink much and felt a little dizzy from the alcohol.

Ji Yinghuai and Jiang Wenjing looked at each other and said in unison: "Go to the wine cellar."

The person who was leading them on the tour smiled so much that his eyes curved: "Gentlemen, please follow me."

As soon as we entered the yard, he said he wanted to go to the wine cellar. It seems that he has high requirements for wine. They have all kinds of wine here, and the most abundant thing is good wine.

The wine cellar is located under the courtyard. Because of the cold weather, some wines have been moved upstairs. Only some older wines are still stored underground.

Jiang Shian felt choked up just standing in the yard, and he didn't plan to go down with the two of them. Seeing a burning brazier in the distance with a table and chairs next to it, he waved to the two of them, "You go ahead, I'll warm myself up by the fire."

"Okay." The two responded.

Ji Yinghuai walked a few steps closer and tidied up Jiang Shian's messy hair under the brim of his hat: "I'm right downstairs, call me if you need anything."

"I know, let's go." Jiang Shian pushed Ji Yinghuai. It was just a small place, how could there be any danger?

The two of them went down to the wine cellar, and Jiang Shian withdrew his gaze.

He looked around, took a wooden stool and sat down by the fire, then stretched out his hands to warm them.

In this kind of weather, you can roast a fire at home, put two potatoes on the fire, and then put a barbecue net on top. Just think about eating while roasting.

Looking at the burning flames, Jiang Shian suddenly thought of the spicy hot pot. This kind of weather is most suitable for a few people to sit together and eat hot pot.

Although it was in ancient times, Daheng was not particularly backward. There was still hot pot in the restaurant, but it had not yet been made into a double-flavored hot pot. Only one kind of soup base could be ordered in one pot, and the ingredients were relatively monotonous.

It’s a bit like putting all the dishes together and cooking them, which is a low-end version of hot pot.

How about we go back and have hotpot tonight? It would be so lively just thinking about the whole family sitting together.

"Hey, who are you from? Are you promised to marry someone?"

A sudden voice behind him interrupted Jiang Shian's thoughts. The voice sounded familiar, so he turned around and looked.

It was the young man who had spoken unpleasantly at the village gate just now.