After winter begins, the temperature becomes lower and lower; the more you go north, the temperature becomes lower and lower.

Combining the two makes Fang Chang’s journey north a journey witnessing the increasing number of people wearing.

Moreover, not only the people, the grass and trees on both sides were also yellow and yellow. In the early morning, the dew on the tip of the grass gradually turned into white frost, and the white frost became thicker and thicker.

The leaves on the tree are getting fewer and fewer, and the branches are getting bareer until one day the temperature drops sharply and beautiful tree hangings appear. Naughty children often take advantage of their companions to walk under the tree and raise their feet to the trunks. Then both sides play and play in the ice powder on the falling branches.

There was also a layer of white snow on the ground.

Houses, fields, distant mountains and nearby waters are all covered under soft white blankets, and occasionally there are facades that cannot be hung with snow, which look a bit dark under the contrast.

People have reduced their activities, but there are various footprints on the snow surface, which are traces left by rabbits, foxes, sparrows and other things.

The Central Plains has not yet been released here, but the scenery and customs are quite different from the south, but the accent is still close.

In the villages and towns far and near, the construction methods of houses have also changed. It seems that less wood and stone are used, and more bricks, straws, and mud embryos are used. If spring passes and snow fades, the color of the earth will definitely be closer to the color of the earth than the south.

Fang Chang picked up the hat, hung it on his back, and continued to walk forward.

The snow on the road was already trampled firmly and slippery. Of course, when he occasionally didn't walk the right path, there was no trace on the soft snow surface.

I don't know where this place is.

There were not many pedestrians around. Those who occasionally walked on the road wrapped themselves tightly and didn't talk to each other. After looking at the empty fields around, Fang Chang was about to find a village and ask about information about nearby geography and administrative divisions.

After all, although he has a map in his hand, the accuracy is really touching, and there are no obvious landmarks to confirm the location.

Not far away there is a small village, with a faint sound of blowing and beating from it.

Fang Chang got off the official road and walked towards that direction.

On the road around, there were also several people walking there, as if for the same purpose.

When I walked into the entrance of the village, the situation inside was different from that outside. Compared to the cold wilderness outside, the popularity of the village suddenly became more and more popular. Although the temperature is low now, adults and children are wearing as thick clothes as possible and standing outside to watch the blowing.

There was a shed next to it, and there were coffins inside. Some people next to them were covered with white cloth around their heads. Their direct descendants were wearing mourning clothes and doing idle things.

Whenever a guest came to pay his respects, they would come out to return the gifts. The people on both sides of the coffin sobbed in unison, and there were special people who were persuaded to help the deceased children, so as not to cry and unable to continue the funeral. Everyone was behaving, but because of this, they were orderly and sad without being hurt.

An ordinary platform was set up nearby, with a team of gongs and drums hired from nearby villages, playing with sheng, drums, flutes, xylophones, suona, cymbals, etc.

Fang Chang saw someone in a tone that saw through everything and said to the next person:

"It's because of the bad times over the past few years, otherwise, no one would have invited two drum teams to do business. Both sides were playing and playing, and they wanted to suppress the opponent. That kind of scene would be nice and good. Now, some of them are good, don't choose..."

The expressions of the person next to him seemed to be saying, "Who chose it?! You are chattering endlessly", but in the end he didn't dare to say anything, and nodded and continued to play and slap in the stands.

There was a faint smell of gunpowder after the explosion of firecrackers, as well as the smell of smoke and food floating from a yard somewhere.

After thinking about it, Fang Chang flipped his backpack and turned around toward a yard with yellow paper.

The small stove in the house was very hot, and there were people in the village who could write as accounts, grinding ink and dipping pens on the booklet, writing the name of the person who came and the accounts of the gifts. The amount of gifts was discussed by the visitor according to their distance, and the closer they were, the more they were.

Fang Chang looked at it and found that the booklet was full of Yun's surname, so he put down two strings of copper coins and said:

"The clouds are long, the length is long."

The person who wrote the account book looked up and felt that the person in front of him felt very close and familiar, so he didn't ask much, nodded and wrote the words "Yunchang Thirty Texts" on the account book. Then the person next to him gave a short cloth strip in the square and signaled the next person to step forward.

Fang Chang did not go to pay his respects. After walking a few steps, someone had already started organizing the guests to have dinner. This was an important item in the reception ceremony.

In two relatively spacious alleys, bamboo poles and coarse cloth are used to set up shelters to shelter. This shed can also block rain on rainy days, snowy days, direct sunlight in summer, and dusty days. It is a must-have item for guests during red and white events.

There are tables in the shed, with different shapes, including the benches around the table, which are of different heights and materials. Some have written or marked, which are obviously collected by neighbors nearby. The world is relatively poor, and things that do such major things often need to be borrowed everywhere to get them together.

Fang Chang was arranged to sit in front of a rough yellow paint table. The table was very mottled and the paint surface was severely peeled off. Although it seemed that the owner often wiped it, there were still layers of stains overlapping, adding a layer of oil to the tabletop.

Immediately, a young man carried a long tray and brought four plates to press the table.

Inside are two plates of eight-piece pastry, one plate of peanuts fried in the sand, and one plate of fried pumpkin seeds.

Although this family is a well-off family, there are still no conditions to pay attention to. According to what people around you say, more affordable and more particular families will use four dry, four fresh, four cold meat and four snacks to press the table and plate, and tell them about their experience of participating in the banquet, which makes people around you, especially the little babies, envious for a moment.

Next was cold dishes, but they were peeled eggs and tofu, radish mixed with dried shreds, and extremely thinly cut pork head meat and pork skin frozen. Everyone had already eaten something to press the table and plate to put some muddy wine next to them.

In this way, you can't afford to drink sorghum wine. It is brewed with a large amount of grain, which is a bit expensive for ordinary people. Therefore, it is popular to urge you to drink more of this kind of good thing here.

The atmosphere in the shed became warm, with thick bowls intertwined, and they started chatting with each other.

Then the hot dishes were served, including vinegar and cabbage, pork liver stewed with fat intestines, fried eggs with black fungus, shredded pork, bean sprouts, mutton stewed with radish, oil residue and snow-fried, and a plate of roasted chicken and a bowl of stewed fish. It seemed that due to the price and difficulty of obtaining, neither chicken nor fish were whole, and even the varieties of fish in the bowl were different.

Fang Chang drank two bowls with the people next to him, chatted about the scenery and the surroundings for a few years, and became familiar with each other, and then asked about the surrounding geography.
Chapter completed!