On the first day of December, in the afternoon.

It has snowed in the western part of Liangzhou for many days, so it has been temporarily suspended.

In the Taishan Mountain, southeast of Gimhae City, a cloak-like layer of snow draped from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, washing away most of the variegated color.

On the mountainside, a procession moves slowly like a long snake; Among them, men and horses stride with difficulty, like the scales of a long snake.

Hong Fan wore a thick jacket and led Bentley in the middle of the line.

At the forefront, the people hired by the Li family are responsible for guiding the way; In the middle are the children and servants of each family who participate in the hunting.

After hundreds of people trampled on the fluffy snow, it was just enough to facilitate the passage of the wagons and sleds pulled by the last pack of the procession.

"Hunting once a year, the days are uncertain, but they are all at the beginning of the lunar month; This year, more than 30 companies participated, with a total of more than 400 people. ”

Hong Sheng also led the horses and explained with a relaxed step.

"This time, the Li family is the east, and they will be responsible for selecting and leveling the camp in advance, and preparing dry firewood and coal."

"In the days leading up to the start of the winter hunt, the hired hunters will make several rounds to drive the herds into the hunting grounds; The first is to ensure that everyone will not return empty-handed, and the second is to prevent too dangerous beasts in the hunting area. ”

At this time, the cold wind swept by, diluting the human voice.

Hong Ping led the two newly raised hounds, tightened his fur hats, and said uncharacteristically silently.

"With such a big snowfall, and in the mountains, it costs a lot of silver to come to the Li family?"

Hong Fan asked freely.

As a martial artist who penetrated the realm and practiced Yanliu Gong, his posture in the ice and snow was far more stretched than Hong Ping.

"It's not too much, about one or two thousand taels, mainly hired hunters and people, as well as prepared lottery heads."

Nearby, a stocky young man with a beard replied.

"The people who participate in the hunt are the most outstanding children of the major families in the city and countryside, and if the lottery is too cheap, it will weaken the dignity of the rotating owner."

"With the practice of these years, the hunting is all three surnames to do the east."

His name is Hong Yu, he is twenty-two years old, and he has cultivated twelve paths through the realm, and he is the leader of the younger generation of the Hong family second only to Hong Sheng.

A total of ten people from the Hong family came this time - four surnamed Hong, and six servants.

Among them, the three eldest ones can be said to stand out, but Hong Ping relies on his background, and he is a raucous head in the eyes of everyone.

"The story of hunting has been passed down for generations."

Hong Sheng picked up the conversation.

"I heard that in the past, when the snake people had the upper hand, every time there was a military disaster, the clan would arrange for the old and weak to go out of the city and into the mountains, and when the days were difficult, they had to rely on hunting to maintain, so hunting also meant to commemorate."

As he spoke, he glanced at the procession that stretched out hundreds of meters behind him, and laughed again at the sight of the many healthy horses and shiny hounds, and finally the dozen or so carriages that were extremely tightly covered.

"Of course, it is said to be a commemoration, but in fact it is more of a social amusement - there is such an event every year, and the friendship between the families inside and outside the Jinhai will not fade."

He withdrew his gaze, the smile in his words fading.

"It's well spent."

Hong Fan said, and Hong Yu also nodded.

The wind around the mountain like a sicle roared again, and after hitting the wall several times on the three young masters who had achieved great success in Yanliu, they desperately caught the only inner vision realm to bully.

Hong Ping shrank slightly, holding the hound tighter.

His first path has already opened up eighty percent of the acupuncture paths, and he will be able to reach the breakthrough realm in more than a month at most.

It is said that at the age of just turning sixteen, the talent is not bad.

However, the good and the bad are compared.

Just half a year ago, Hong Ping was still able to look down on Hong Fan with martial arts in clan studies.

But now looking at Hong Sheng and Hong Yu's equal attitude towards the latter, he understands how far away he is from the other party.

Maybe even further.

Against the wind pressure, the team crossed the ridge.

Hong Fanyun used his true qi to disperse the oncoming ice flow, and suddenly heard an exclamation from ahead.

He looked sideways and saw a storm on the opposite side of the valley on the mountain, rolling and rolling with heavy snowflakes.

At first glance, it looks like an ice dragon with its teeth and claws, engulfing the woodland along the foothills.

The line paused for a moment, and the surroundings fell silent.

Everyone watched for more than ten seconds before they heard a distant and hollow whistling sound, clapping in layers like a tidal wave.

Hong Fan unconsciously slowed down his breathing, and his scalp was faintly numb.

The power of heaven and earth passed, and the serpent-like queue was activated again.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, a hunting party of several hundred people arrived at the camp pre-selected by the Li family.

It is a flat and open valley next to a forest farm, and on both sides are covered with white mountains.

Based on Hong Fan's physical sense, the temperature is about minus 20 degrees.

The sleds and carriages were dispersed, and the horses, including the Bentley, were put into a wooden shed that had been erected in advance, and snuggled up to each other for warmth.

The heavy snow, which had stopped for a long time, suddenly fell again.

The camping positions of each family were allocated in advance, and the Hong family was naturally in the center of the camp.

The servants began to set up tents in the snow, while Zheng Furui waited for the girls from the various families who got out of the carriage and were wrapped in zongzi, looking around curiously with their hands in their hands.

With them as the center, the young masters who are not alive in their eyes also surround the past.

Duhong Fan stayed where he was.

He watched as the six servants dragged the sleds and took off the shovels to level the snow.

When the snow is compacted, a four-meter-long and palm-wide wooden plank is laid horizontally, creating a space of more than 20 square meters.

The subordinates first set up a special iron furnace in the center, and then unloaded the seven or eight meters long lacquered wood pole, tied the top with ropes, and gathered the conical tent skeleton every half a meter.

When Hong Fan saw this, he was like seeing a wood-burning earthen stove in the countryside when he was a child, and he already felt that his eyes were extremely hot, so he wanted to come forward to help.

The servants naturally refused, especially Tang Da, who had just moved into Asahin, and was even more panicked.

With Aunt Liu's love for her young master, if she knew that Tang Dayi had let Hong Fan do rough work, I am afraid that she would not give him a good face for many days.

But the subordinates are no longer willing, how can they resist the master's willfulness.

"Okay, old soup, are you listening to the tune?!"

After a few hard words, Tang Da had no choice but to lower his thick eyebrows and give up the work in his hand.

"Young master, this iron pipe should be connected to the stove and used to smoke ......"

Hong Fan took off his gloves and listened to the explanations of the people below, while holding a custom-made iron pipe and pressing the stove, piercing through the top of the tent skeleton as a chimney.

After the completion of the main structure, the crossbar was tied as a beam.

Finally, there is the "wall" of the tent.

"There are two layers of this fur felt, one is deerskin and the other is sheepskin, which have been repeatedly dried before loading......"

Tang Da explained and instructed the young master to use an eight-meter-long pole to lift the fan-shaped felt to the top of the tent.

The felt is extremely heavy, and it would have required several people to operate, but with Hong Fan's far beyond ordinary people's physical fitness, it is easy.

Then, the others went around to the opposite side and tied the rope on the top of the felt to the bottom of the rod on the other side.

Layers of fur blankets are laid on wooden boards, bedding is placed, and the edges of the tent are compacted with snow......

Hong Fanpan sat in the tent, watching the servants carefully make the final inspection, and his heart was full of a sense of accomplishment brought by labor.

But he soon found that there were only four bunks in total.