The New Year is approaching, and the entire mountain col has been frozen by the cold.

In the mountains, on the wild slopes, there is a thick layer of snow. In the winter light, a dazzling white light is scattered.

People in the wilderness all squinted their eyes, and a thin curtain covered with eyelashes could hide the light and shadow of the white flowers that suddenly swarmed in the world. Only when the eyes are slightly accustomed to this silvery environment can they settle down and carefully look at the dazzling silvery white tones around them.

At this time, a sharp northwest wind was still blowing in the mountain ravines, like a huge and invisible cloak, quickly sweeping across the ground. Everywhere he passed, he carried a chill that pierced the bones, and rolled up a burst of vigorous snow, arrogant and arrogant in the lonely wilderness. Every now and then, a great whirlwind would roll up, carrying silver snow and dead branches and leaves hidden under the snow, rising from the ground and rising into the air. Compete with the winter sunshine, compare with the mountains.

The infrastructure work on the new plant on the southeast slope of the village has been completely stopped.

Wang Gong had just left Xinghua Village and rushed back to his home in Nanjing to reunite with his family for the Chinese New Year. He will only be able to come back when the cold freezes and thaws in the mountains and continue to guide the construction of the joint processing plant. Prior to this, all preparations for the construction of the new plant had to be suspended. On the southeast slope, there is a half-pull project that has just raised the courtyard wall and a few rows of house frames.

In stark contrast to the silence on the southeast slope is the place at the foot of the North Mountain where the shrine once housed.

In the white snow, there were five or six black figures. There were men and women in the crowd, and they were circling around the seat-like sacred stone. The hat or scarf on the top of the head, the stubble on the mouth and the eyelashes on the eyelids were all covered with the hot air exhaled from the mouth, and then frozen into a layer of white frost. They put their hands in their sleeves, hunched their waists, and hunched their necks, like live shrimp that have not yet been cooked, trudging and jumping through the thick snow.

Li Zhenshu was frozen and trembling in his palm, holding an earthy yellow compass. He stared intently at the equally trembling little needle in the center of the compass, carefully identifying the point of the needle. The people around him stared at his face with reverence and curiosity, and then their eyes fell on the shaking pointer. Everyone closed their mouths tightly, not even daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing Li Zhenshu, who was concentrating on his breath and scrutinizing carefully.

Zhenshu finally gently placed the compass on the seat-like rock, and rubbed it a few times on his toes a little west in front of him. Roll the snow away, leaving a shallow mark on the frozen ground. At this time, he seemed to have completed a major mission, and exhaled the breath that he had been holding back for a long time thick and freely.

He said to everyone lightly and happily, this is the direction, this is the mouth. After the frozen soil is opened, the main hall is set up in this phase, the statue of the god is erected, and the incense case is placed.

Shiji asked, what kind of hall can you afford, you can't build your own courtyard, right?

Zhenshu replied, Well, let's go out for a walk and see what the temples are like outside. Let's go back and figure out our style.

He turned to Mao Sheng again and said, "Big nephew, when the time comes, you have to go with you." Outsiders look at the bustle, insiders look at the doorway. What this hall can be built depends on you. [End of Chapter]