salted fish soaring

In the early morning of winter, the sun rises late and the sky rises late.

There are very fine snowflakes falling outside the paper window, amidst the loud noise and occasional creaking, it is the dead branches and haystacks that have been pressed down by the snow.

This year's snowflakes must love Jiqianqu, falling and falling, lingering.

The colder the weather, the more nostalgic the warmth of the kang and stove.No one likes to get up early in the cold winter, but today Qianqu was lit up early, and joyful voices were heard from all over the place, and the neighbors congratulated each other:

"Happy holidays, a good harvest on the harvest festival, and a good harvest next year!"

"The team sent by our village will definitely win the prize and shake hands with Song Xianguan!"

Qianqufang has not yet opened, and every household in Tiancheng has already left their homes.People hang lanterns in front of the door, one by one to illuminate the night.

The husband lights the lamps and puts up window grilles, while the mother puts on new clothes for the child, combs her hair and tie a red string.

Then the family lit joss sticks and visited a small shrine dedicated to the immortal officials.

The shrine is concealedly embedded in the wall, and there is a curtain hanging on the outside.Only when the curtain is opened can the exquisite, lifelike statues of immortal officials be seen.

Carpenter Liu's inspiration is like a spring, and the statues of immortal officials in each family have different postures, standing or sitting, serious or smiling, or wearing formal dresses or white robes.

Taking the wooden statue made by Si Nong as a model, craftsmen from all over the world have introduced new ones, and the colors are colorful but not gaudy.

Pray before going to bed, the day is over, sleep soundly.Wake up in the morning and worship, the day officially starts, and work hard.

Except for the night when he passed out from drinking fruit wine, Song Qianji lived a very regular life, waking up at about the same time regardless of the cold or heat.

He pushed open the door and took a few breaths, filling his lungs with the cold and fresh morning air.

A row of little sparrows in front of the stairs flapped their wings and flew up, but they were not afraid of him, as if kindly making way for him, they landed on the plum blossom branch calmly.

The snow has stopped, a waning moon, two sparse stars hang between the zigzag and strong plum branches, revealing the faint brilliance before dawn.

Song Qianji walked into the courtyard, just picked up the broom, and suddenly stopped: "It's not good."

The gray sparrow turned its black round eyes vigilantly, fluttered its wings, and shook some snow on his shoulders, as if asking him what was wrong with the beautiful scenery on a good day.

"Cultivation is going to increase again? Even if there is the Immortal Spring, it shouldn't increase so fast."

The river was frozen and the water hadn't risen yet. Song Qianji's cultivation level rose like spring water.

Some cultivators are eager to break through, and take too much elixir. After breaking through, their realm is unstable and their aura is vain.

Some monks have a solid foundation and don't use aura to hit the bottleneck. They beat the meridians repeatedly first, and wait for the foundation to be solid before retreating and breaking through.

Song Qianji has been compressing the spiritual energy in his body and suppressing the realm.

Now the "foundation" is too solid, and there is nowhere to fight. If he gets closer, he can only go up to another level.

Song Qianji closed his eyes, and the smoke-like aura in the meridians continued to shrink, gradually condensing into a few drops of silver liquid, trembling slightly.

The sky is gradually getting brighter, the winter sun breaks through the mist, and the snow in the courtyard reflects a layer of bright and brilliant silver light under the sun.

Song Qianji opened his eyes, the snow was dazzlingly bright.His clothes and hair were wet with morning dew, and he let out a long breath of white air:

"May there be nothing wrong today. Otherwise..."

"Mr. Song!" Wei Ping entered the door carrying a food box, "Please have breakfast."

He usually wears plain and simple clothes, but today he changed into a new Qingshanlan jacket with a white fluffy edge rolled around the neckline, and his ordinary face also looks kind and lovely.

Song Qianji ate hot preserved egg porridge and thin pancakes with sauce.Wei Ping wiped his hands for him, and tied on a thick black fox fur cape.

The guards waited at the gate of Xianguan's mansion to pick up Song Qian and board the chariot.

When the chariot entered Qianqufang, the snow melted and the temperature rose instantly.The red satin is fluttering in the shop, and it is as bright as fire in the sun, and the colorful silks are flying across the sky, like rainbow bridges.

Thousands of people gathered on both sides of the street, cheering loudly.

Song Qianji waved uncomfortably, ushering in more screams.

Immortal officials from other counties go out occasionally, with solemn ceremonies and music, and the people kneel down to greet them without breathing.

Song Qianji travels, but it gives people a strange feeling: it seems that the wood carvings, clay sculptures, or bronze statues secretly enshrined at home suddenly come alive and become a real person, who is coming towards them under the support of the guards.

"It's Song Immortal Official! The real Song Immortal Official is here!"

"Happy holiday, Song Xianguan, look at me!"

"Ah, he just glanced at me!"

The river workers wearing soft armor and holding shields along the road have undergone training and rehearsals. While calmly separating the crowd and leaving a path for walking chariots, they loudly maintained order:

"No crowding, no chasing, no throwing flowers, melons, fruits, embroidered handkerchiefs, bellybands, and other sundries—"

Song Qianji thought it would be better to put up a sign next to my feet and write "no feeding, five yuan for group photo".

The housekeeper kept smiling.The curvature of the corners of the mouth was rigid and unchanged, but the eyes turned around vigilantly.

He raised his head, looked through the excited crowd, and looked at the wide open window on the side of the street.

"The second and third floors of Qianqufang are all cleared, every window is guarded, and all the roofs must be guarded."

"If you see someone acting suspiciously, immediately send a signal to notify me. Everyone has worked hard this time, and I will treat everyone to a barbecue."

When Xu Wangshan and Qiu Dacheng listened to his arrangements, they only thought that he was worried that people would trample on them, or that someone saw that Song Xianguan was too excited and wanted to rush up to the chariot to hug and shake hands, scaring the reclusive Song Qianji:

"Where is Director Wei, we are all for the harvest festival to be smooth and not hard."

Wei Ping looked at the roof tiles and cornices again, and nodded secretly.

"I need you to set up a network of knives in Qianqufang. If someone makes trouble and the guards don't respond in time, you should do it immediately."

"Brother Wei, there are huge crowds of people on the day of the festival, and everyone is watching. In broad daylight, whoever makes trouble is looking for death? One person can drown him by spitting." Ji Chen said lazily: "Isn't the original Qianqu protective formation not enough? ? It’s a big festival, don’t you really want to kill people?”

Wei Ping was firm: "I don't want to protect the formation, I want to kill the formation. Is there anyone who can kill the Jindan with one blow and beat the Nascent Soul half to death?"

"Brother Wei, what cultivation level do I have, how long have I only learned the formation, if you want my killing formation to have that kind of power, you can only activate it once."

Wei Ping: "That's enough, the opponent only has one chance."

Ji Chen yawned pitifully: "It's so cold today, I was dragged out of the bed by you to blow the air, and I have to obey your commands to set up an army. For the sake of such deep brotherhood, do you want to think about my sister? "

Wei Ping touched his messy chicken nest head: "I'll grill the meat for you."

"I don't want your barbecue, I want you to think about my sister."

"Okay, let's test your sister."

Wei Ping coaxed and deceived, and finally tricked Ji Chen into a set of formations.

The chariot walked to the edge of the high platform in the center of Qianqufang, and slowly fell down.

Amid Ji Xing's crisp announcement, Song Qian took his seat on the stage, and Wei Ping stood behind him.

The two on the left and right are his right-hand men, Si Nong Liu Carpenter and Si Gong Tie Sanniu.

Finally came the part that Song Qianji was most looking forward to, millet, corn, sugar cane, mung bean, soybean and other crops and different types of potted plants appeared one after another.

Whether he asked how much water to water a day during cultivation, or what fertilizer to use, the contestants answered fluently, eager to share their knowledge.

Song Qianji exclaimed in his heart: "During the Huaweizong Enlightenment Conference, there were also people who held a 'Flower Appreciation Party' in the small building. I heard that there were many famous flowers, so I went there on a whim, only to find that they were just a group of laymen who didn't know how to grow flowers. The doorway. Today I hold this 'Harvest Festival', which is worthy of the name."

Such full-bodied seeds, each with luster, such smart seedlings, also grow green shoots in winter.

So many farming masters and farming experts gathered together.

Ji Xing said loudly: "After a round of intense competition, the six catties of soybeans selected by the 'Bridge Repair Team Going Home to Plant Beans' team of Hedong Village stood out and won the first prize in the Harvest Festival. Please ask Sinon to present the award, and the representative will come to the stage to accept it. prize."

Song Qianji stretched out his hand: "Congratulations."

The head of Hedong Village let out a gasp and fell straight back.

Song Qianji hurriedly reached out to help.

The fellow next to him patted the village chief on the cheek with cool snow: "You can't faint, you only have one chance, and if you faint, you won't be able to hold it! The painters below are all arranged!"

The village head woke up immediately, and grabbed Song Qianji's hands: "Song Xianguan, thank you!"

Song Qianji: "I want to thank you sir, I have benefited a lot today."

Everyone in the audience was full of envy:

"Now their village is full of glory. Who made the village chief so smart that he even brought a cook to the competition to perform live cooking of fried beans, refried beans, and stewed beans. It's so delicious."

"Our village is not bad. The Hongfu caravan saw the cotton in our village just now and wanted to order a batch. Now we need to pay a deposit."

When the atmosphere was at its most enthusiastic, Qianqufang was almost overturned by voices.

Wei Ping did not relax his vigilance at all.He didn't let out a breath until the dust of the game settled and Song Qianji waved his hands off the high platform amidst cheers and walked towards the chariot.

This festival is not over. Qianqufang also has lion and dragon dances to parade the streets, thousands of fireworks to shine, singing troupes to perform on stage, and free hot rice milk, which is enough to make everyone in Qianqu laugh.

But Song Qianji's most anticipated thing has been completed, and he is about to go home.

Wei Ping followed Song Qian's fuselage, his nerves soothed, and he finally felt the festive atmosphere, with a natural smile blooming on the corner of his mouth.

Just at this moment, a blade of light lit up in the crowd, reflecting the sunlight, dazzling like snow.