On a rare sunny day after a heavy snowfall, the sun rose brightly in the sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Thirty miles after Baishi Town, I entered Yangshou Mountain. It is difficult to walk about forty or fifty miles to Ankang, Ankang has been there since ancient times, because it relies on Yangshou Mountain, and has a favorable location, plus this place communicates north and south, and personnel exchanges, so it has always been a prosperous place for personnel exchanges.

As the saying goes, snow is not cold. After several days of heavy snowfall, there was a thick layer of snow on the ground. As soon as the sun came out, the snow began to melt and the weather became colder.

The moon beaver has been meditating on the carriage all night, and now his internal breath has reached the upper part of the fourth grade, and his body is rolling and moving, so the weather is naturally not a problem. There is only a thin layer of moon-white monk's robes, which looks more and more fluttering, and the treasure is solemn. Luo Xiang, who was riding on a horse next to him and had been frozen all night, was envious.

It has been almost ten years since Luo Xiang was in the upper stage of the third stage, and he knew that he had never expected to break through to the fourth stage in his life. So he has begun to wear black clothes obliquely, there is an unwritten rule in the rivers and lakes, those who have given up hope and live to say that it is no longer possible to go further in martial arts will wear black clothes, once he wears such clothes, it means that he has given up on continuing to progress in martial arts.

Ankang Ancient Town Luo Xiang has been here before, and this is a good place. Yangshou Mountain has had many predecessors haunted since ancient times, and Ankang is the last prosperous city in Yangshou Mountain. It is said that the city is actually a very small place, so small that even Chunfeng Lou forgot that there is such a place.

"There's no Spring Breeze Tower here?" asked Lu Zhu, sticking his head out of the carriage and looking incredulous.

Luo Xiang nodded and said, "There are not too many people in Ankang Ancient Town, and there are not many people who usually come out to eat, so Chunfeng Lou didn't come here, right?"

When the moon beaver opened his eyes, he was greeted by an ancient stone plaque with two large characters written on it, "Ankang".

The carriages lined up into Ankang Ancient Town and stopped at the square of Ankang Ancient Town. Don't look at the small place in Ankang Ancient Town, the square in his center is not small at all. This should be the place to catch the market, according to the rules, here is every 369 to catch the market. Today happens to be the sixth day of the lunar month, and it is the day of the market, so the people from the nearby ten miles and eight towns have come here to catch the market, and some people take some winter bamboo shoots and fungus from the nearby mountains, and some hares, badgers and other things out to sell.

There is an earthen wall on the edge of the square of the ancient town, and there is a newly pasted notice on the earthen wall.

"Wanted: Jiangyang's thief Yu Xuanlin has done many evils, and he has done all kinds of evil in captivity. Jinyiwei offered a reward of 500 taels to capture the head, regardless of life or death. The moon beaver read the notice. The notice shows a bearded man with a fierce look and a black mole at the corner of his right eyebrow.

"You also said that there is no one in this town, you see that there are a lot of people in this square, I am afraid that it is not bad compared with the temple fairs in the capital. Green Bamboo jumped out of the carriage. She had been in the carriage long enough, and now she refused to stay in the carriage anymore when she saw such a lively scene.

"Where are you going next?" Luo Xiang asked as he came to the side of the moon beaver.

"Let's find a place to eat first. Jiang Liu'er is still on the way, and I don't know what happened to him, so I knew that it would be okay for us to come to Ankang to replenish. The moon beaver got out of the carriage and walked a few steps with a frown. The square is full of people, and it is not easy for such a large convoy to pass through the square.

It is about to arrive at Laba, and according to the rules here, a pot of Laba porridge must be cooked on the eighth day of the lunar month every year to worship the ancestors. Regardless of whether it is from a poor family, or a rich family, it must be cooked, the poor family is to put some cheap red dates, peanuts, soybeans or something, the rich and noble people are longan, lotus seeds, these, the things eaten are different, the festivals are the same, everyone hopes to have a good omen in the coming year. Therefore, there are many people who buy dried fruits and beans in the market.

Luzhu didn't want to go too far from the carriage, this place was unfamiliar, and it would be a very troublesome thing if it got separated. The carriage was surrounded by country farmers selling dried fruits, and Luzhu picked some peanuts, raisins, and dried cherries.

It is the eighth day of the lunar month, and if you are in the capital, you must cook a big pot of Laba porridge. Now on the road, Laba porridge is indispensable. There are a lot of rules for cooking laba porridge in Huafu, and dried longan from Lingnan and raisins from Xinjiang are indispensable. A pot of laba porridge should be cooked from the morning when the sun has just appeared, and it will be boiled until noon, before it can be regarded as an authentic pot of laba porridge.

The rivers and heavenly demons have changed four times, and after the five internal breaths, it is already cold and heat, and water and fire are not invading. Even Moon Dance, who was sitting next to him on the wheel of the carriage, didn't feel cold. Xu Fatzi is different, he has been blowing in the cold wind all night, and now he even has a snot frozen. When he was in Ankang Town, he had no intuition when Jiang Liu shouted to stop, and it was the horse under him that stopped by himself.

The moon beavers left the square where they were gathering with their hind feet, and they arrived at the river with their front feet. Fat Xu was so cold that he couldn't get off the horse.

"This won't work, you have to warm him up, or he'll get sick. Moon Dance jumped from the carriage to Jiang Liu's side, and she had already changed into her ordinary coarse cloth clothes, covered with a wide and shabby dogskin jacket. Moon Dance doesn't have the ability of Jiang Liu, Jiang Liu on such a cold day is wearing a thin robe, and his body is still very warm.

"This is the place to catch the market, so naturally there is a way to warm him up. When you go out, there are a lot of people who have to travel at night, let's go, follow me to the carriage and horse shop, where there is a kind of food, and ensure that after he eats, he will sweat profusely, and he will be alive and well at once. Jiang Liu said and pulled Yoyou to the carriage and horse to the market.

The carriage and horse shops in Ankang Ancient Town are on the edge of the square, so that the north and south converge, and the business of the carriage and horse shops is usually excellent. There is usually a so-called horse gang dish next to the carriage and horse shop. This is the rule of the carriage and horse shop, and when Jiang Liu was in Yanmen, he often went to eat horse gang dishes. Especially in the winter, come to a bowl of hot spicy soup, and the body is warm after drinking.

Fat Xu had already drunk three bowls, and his face was full of red light, and he couldn't see the slightest fatigue.

"Is it enough, if it's not enough, two more bowls?" Jiang Liu laughed as he looked at the empty bowl on the table. The spicy soup of the authentic horse gang has finely chopped horse meat, and most people say that horse meat is poisonous and cannot be eaten, but the people of the horse gang do not see it that way, the horse tree branch is the best friend of the horse gang, and the best destination after the death of a friend is to eat it in the stomach. The best friend of a horse runner is a horse who pulls a cart.