The second dragon raises its head in February, also known as the Spring Ploughing Festival.

Qiangang shakes, the sky thunders, the clouds and thunder roll, the momentum is grand, the yang is strong, and all things grow.

The wicker on the bank of the Qixing River pulls out the tender buds, the literati and scholars travel in groups of three or five, the painting boats in the river are like weaving, and the scenery on both sides of the river is picturesque.

However, when all the boats passed by Qingshuifang, they all avoided the area of Mei Guihua's house, and no fishing boats dared to stop.

The old woman basking in the sun at the corner and taking the soles of her shoes bit off the needle and thread with the root of her teeth, and said to the others with her eyebrows fluttering: "There are voices of men and women talking in the middle of the night, of course it is true, I heard it through the wall, what else is behind?" That's not a good idea, ouch, old woman......

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