The bleak wind is damp and cold, and the moon in Wudi is actually colder than in the north.

It's okay if it's not windy, the wet cool breeze easily penetrates the cotton clothes to bring the cold, Bai Yujun has been a little sleepy by the cold wind these days, and he is too lazy to urge the pure yang trick to dispel the cold, anyway, the brain is confused and it is convenient to mess around, and when he is bored, he lies on the quilt and eats snacks, and feels that a happy little life is beckoning.

Chinese New Year's Eve is coming soon, Bai Yujun wants to go to the city to buy some red paper to write couplets, and the thatched house is also a house.

It would be nice if you could buy rice wine and snacks.

The fish belly on the horizon was white, he went out early with a basket, covered his head with a coarse cloth to cover the dragon's horns, pushed open the fence door of the small courtyard and went down the mountain, and when he passed by the muddy ground by the river, he took a special look, but he didn't see the sisters.

It's still early, so if you want to buy some fresh snacks early, you have to go into town early.

Confused, half-asleep and half-awake, hurrying away.

Rushed to the city gate and saw many people waiting to open the city gate, it is estimated that the time will soon come, turn out the bamboo folding stool and find an open space on the side of the road to sit down and look at the city gate in a daze, a little hungry, want to go into the city to eat some local specialties in the restaurant, deliberately empty stomach to eat more delicious.

Many of the merchants and gentry who had fled from the north to the royal city were dejected and covered with dust.

Sitting on the side of the road with a bamboo basket in your arms, listening to passers-by complain.

"Alas, I moved four times, all the family property was gone, and there was only one car of belongings left in the end of eight houses on dozens of acres of land, when will this battle be over......"

The middle-aged man was dressed in tattered cotton clothes and guarded the donkey cart with the old and young in the family.

The other person next to him also sighed.

"Yes, my grandfather fought in his life, and he was still fighting when my son was born, and he couldn't finish fighting~"

"I heard no, there is news that after the first month, King Wu is going to send troops to the Northern Expedition to Yanguo with the King of Chu, where can I still recruit soldiers, my father was pulled away twenty years ago, and now there is no news, my mother is in a hurry every day, and my eyes are blind......"

There are always a lot of stories that can be heard on the roadside, which is a story for Bai Yujun, and a lifetime for those people.

It's getting brighter.

"Open the city gate~!"

There was a loud shout, and the city gate rumbled and was pushed open by the gatekeepers.

A certain Bai put away the small bench and slowly entered the city in a daze, and saw a demon mirror hanging on the top of the city gate from a distance, very cheap kind, Bai Yujun was curious if this kind of thing could illuminate the monster, it is estimated that it is only for low-level goblins, after all, the monsters that have become the climate can easily climb over the wall and enter the city.

Following the crowd slowly approaching the city gate, the demon mirror trembled for a moment and then did not react......

This kind of demon mirror is just a shoddy batch product, most of the world's similar magic weapons are called demon mirrors, monsters will turn into human shapes that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and the demon mirror has become a fashionable magic weapon, but anyone who has two spare money will buy one and hang it at the door of his home.

The city is high and the hole is deep, and the city gate is dim, like a monster with a big mouth open.

After moving for a long time, I finally came to the city gate, the doorway was damp and dark, the pedestrians and animals were so smoky that they wanted to vomit, and a damp and cold wind mixed with the stench blew from the hole in the city gate, as if walking into a mausoleum, and the smell of decay filled the nostrils.

When I passed through the city gates, I saw in the distance that the palace was covered with clouds.

It can be seen that the royal family of Nanwu is exhausted, and it has nothing to do with the common people, only the royal family and the high-ranking nobles are changing, after all, the poor are still poor no matter how much they change.

Pedestrians hurriedly did not see the atmosphere of the New Year's Pass, and their faces were sad.

A young woman with a young child on her back walked in front of her, and the young child on her back looked at Bai Yujun with big eyes and babbled.

"Big ...... Big tooth ...... ...... in vain"

The woman coaxed the child not to let the young child talk nonsense, and the two-year-old little doll kept staring at Bai Yujun tightly, showing curiosity, and what she saw in the doll's eyes was a huge dragon, with big teeth, and her whole body was snow-white.

Bai Yujun turned her head and made a strange face to the little doll when she passed by the woman, stretched out her little tongue and pretended to grin, and Danfeng's eyes were round.

"Big ...... Big Tooth~"

The doll didn't understand what it was seeing, and the dragon's head suddenly pretended to be fierce, and the little doll didn't feel afraid.

Carrying a basket of vegetables, following the smell in the air, I went to the stall for breakfast, and then wandered around looking for the goods I wanted to buy.

I first went to the grocery store to buy red paper, pen and ink, and saw that there were many poor scholars on the side of the road who had no hope of fame and no money setting up stalls to write Spring Festival couplets, and occasionally writing letters for people to earn pen fees, maybe when they first earned copper coins, they would understand that the most important thing to get fame is not only knowledge, but also silver is the key.

Go to the countryside and follow the customs, find a scholar who looks the poorest, and write a couplet.

As soon as the young scholar looked up after writing, he was suddenly shocked, his face turned red and he wanted to say something but was embarrassed to say it, stammered and shirked not to give money for free, and in the end Bai Yujun left one or two pieces of silver, paying money with one hand and delivering goods with the other.

smiled, put away the couplets and turned to leave.

Leaving a stunned young scholar sighing......

The strange thing is that the business of restaurants and green buildings in the city is booming and coming and going, perhaps because of the threat of possible death and psychological pressure, the nobles indulge in hangovers while they still have money in their hands, and they are drunk and dream of death when they are still nobles, even if they die tomorrow, it is worth it, and one day is a day.

Go to the brewery and buy two barrels of rice wine, and put it in a storage bag silently when you go out.

I bought dim sum at the dim sum shop, and bought a few pieces of cloth to go back and make some new clothes, and the storage bag was full of some fine fabrics, and there were very few coarse cloths, which was not conducive to hiding traces.

Passing by the alley, he solved a few ruffians and hooligans with a blank face, and grabbed less than one or two pieces of silver.

When I came to the slums, I saw a different picture.

The tattered sheds, the sewage flowed sideways, the sour smell was sour, the homeless beggars were thin, their skinny eyes were numb, the gangsters in the city showed off their might and scavenged for the last bit of oil and water, many people gathered around the brazier to bake the fire to keep warm, Bai Yujun walked in the lifeless slums with a expressionless face, witnessing everything that was happening in this era.

Behind the shack, the parents took the money from Renyazi's hands, sighed and put the ignorant child's little hand in Renyazi's hand, and the child cried and called for his mother......

On the other side, several men scolded and beat people, and both the beaters and the beaten lived in the slums......

There were many numb and haggard women standing in front of the dirty shacks along the street, and occasionally men of all kinds got into the shacks, and the money was either a handful of copper coins or rice grain......

Perhaps, after countless years, no one knows what kind of survival struggle our ancestors experienced.

Everything around is a dim gray color, Bai Yujun is like a bright color walking through the dark world, the bright white slender figure passes by silently, and finally goes away, for Bai Yujun, they are just a scene in his countless memories, and he can't care about it.

When I was about to leave, I met someone carrying a coffin out of the funeral.

The dark red coffin was so heavy that the coffin bearer could not straighten his waist, the paper flags swayed in the damp and cold wind, and the family members wore linen and filial piety and hurried away, and paper money was sprinkled all over the sky......

Bai Yujun stood on the side of the road and silently watched the funeral procession walk by, looked up, and saw the paper money fluttering and flying towards the palace in the wind......

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