New White Snake Asking Immortals

The wind is damp and cold, and the clothes are cold, and the twelfth lunar month in Wudi is actually colder than that in Beidi.

It’s okay if it’s not windy, the wet and cool wind can easily penetrate the cotton-padded clothes and bring the chill, Bai Yu has been a little sleepy from the cold wind for the past few days, and I’m too lazy to activate the Chunyang formula to dispel the chill, anyway, it’s easier to dawdle if the brain is confused, When you are bored, just lie down and eat snacks, feeling that a happy little life is beckoning.

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

It would be even better if you can buy rice wine and dim sum.

The sky was white, and I went out early with a basket on my shoulders. I covered my head with a coarse cloth to hide the dragon's horns and pushed open the fence gate of the small courtyard to go down the mountain. When I passed the muddy field by the river, I took a special look, but I didn't see the sisters.

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

In a daze, half asleep and half awake, I hurried on my way.

When I arrived at the gate of the city, I saw many people waiting to open the gate. It was estimated that the time would come soon. I took out a bamboo folding stool and found an open space on the side of the road to sit down and look at the gate in a daze. I was a little hungry and wanted to go to a restaurant to eat Local specialties, deliberately empty stomach and want to eat more delicious food.

Many businessmen and gentry who came to the king's city from the north to hide from the disaster were dejected and covered in dust.

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

"Well, I moved four times, and all my property was gone. Back then, there were only one carload of belongings left in the eight houses on dozens of acres of land. When will this battle be over..."

A middle-aged man in tattered cotton-padded clothes and his family members, old and young, were guarding the donkey cart.

The other person next to him also sighed.

"Yeah, my grandfather fought wars in his generation, and he's still fighting wars when my son is born. I can't finish the war~"

"Have you heard? There is news that after the first lunar month, the king of Wu will send troops to the north with the king of Chu to attack the country of Yan. How can we recruit soldiers? My father was taken away 20 years ago and there is no news now. My mother is anxious every day. I was blinded by the fire..."

There are always many stories heard on the roadside. For Bai Yu, it is a story, and for those people, it is a lifetime.

It was getting brighter and brighter.

"Open the city gate~!"

Shouting loudly and in a long voice, the city gate rumbled and was pushed open by the gatekeepers.

A certain Bai put away the small bench and mixed into the crowd slowly into the city. From a distance, he saw a demon mirror hanging on the top of the city gate. It was a very cheap one. High-level goblins, after all, monsters who have become weather can easily climb over the wall and enter the city.

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

This kind of demon mirror is only a crude mass-produced product. Most of the similar instruments in the world are called demon mirrors. Monsters will turn into human shapes and are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. The demon mirror has become a fashionable magic weapon. Anyone who has spare money will buy one and hang it at the door of the house.

The city is high and the cave is deep, and the city gate is dim like a monster with its mouth wide open.

After moving for a long time, I finally came to the gate of the city. The gate was damp and dark, and the pedestrians and animals smelled so bad that they wanted to vomit. The smell of decay fills the nostrils.

Passing through the city gate, you can see the palace and pavilions shrouded in dark clouds from a distance.

It can be seen that the royal family of Southern Wu is exhausted and has nothing to do with the common people. Only the royal family and a group of high-ranking nobles have changed. After all, the poor will still be poor no matter how they change.

Pedestrians are in a hurry to see the New Year's atmosphere,

There is a sad look on the face.

A woman with a child on her back came towards her, and the child on her back looked at Bai Yu with big eyes and babbled.

"Big...big teeth...in vain..."

The woman coaxed the child not to let the child talk nonsense. The little doll, about two years old, had been staring at Bai Yu closely, with a curious expression on his face. What the doll saw in his eyes was a huge dragon with big teeth and a snow-white body.

When Bai Yu and the woman passed by, he turned his head and made a strange face at the little baby, sticking out his little tongue to pretend to grin his teeth, and Danfeng's eyes were round.

"Big...big teeth~"

Wawa didn't understand what he saw, Jiaolong's head suddenly pretended to be fierce, Xiaowa didn't feel scared.

The vegetable basket was dangling, following the smell in the air, I first went to the stall to have breakfast, and then wandered around looking for the goods I wanted to buy.

First, I went to the grocery store to buy red paper, pens and ink. I saw many poor scholars with no hope of fame and money set up stalls to write Spring Festival couplets. A genius will understand that the most important thing to obtain fame and fame is not only knowledge, money is the key.

When I went to the countryside to do as the Romans did, I went to find a scholar who seemed to be the poorest, and wrote a pair of couplets.

As soon as the young scholar finished writing and raised his head, he was suddenly astonished, his face flushed red and he wanted to say something but he was too embarrassed to say it, he stammered and refused to ask for free money, and in the end Bai Yu left a tael of silver and paid with one hand and delivered two with one hand. Not owed.

Smiling, put away the Spring Festival couplets and turned to leave.

Leaving a young scholar feeling lost and sighing...

The strange thing is that the restaurants and brothels in the city come and go. Perhaps it is because of the psychological pressure of the possible threat of national subjugation. The nobles indulged in hangovers while still having money. When they were nobles, they were drunk and dreamed of dying. Even if they died tomorrow, it would be worth it. Take it day by day.

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

The snack shop bought some snacks, and bought a few bolts of cloth to go back to make some new clothes. The storage bag was full of high-quality cloth and very little coarse cloth, which was not conducive to hiding traces.

Passing the alley, he dealt with a few ruffians with a blank face, and grabbed less than a tael of silver.

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

The dilapidated sheds and sewage flowed with a sour smell, the skinny and numb eyes of the refugees and beggars, the gangsters in the city swaggered to plunder the last bit of oil and water, many people gathered by the brazier to warm themselves by the fire, Bai Yu walked expressionlessly in the lifeless slums, witnessing that this era is everything that happened.

Behind the shack, the parents took the money from Ren Yazi, sighed and put the ignorant child's little hand in Ren Yazi's hand, and the child cried out for mother...

On the other side, a few men were swearing and beating people, both the beating and the beating were living in the slums...

There are many numb and emaciated women standing in front of the dirty shacks along the street. Occasionally, men of various colors sneak into the shacks, and the money is either a handful of copper coins or rice grains...

Perhaps, countless years later, no one knows what kind of struggle the ancestors experienced.

Everything around is dim and gray, Bai Yu is like a touch of bright color passing through the dark world, the bright white slender figure passed by silently, and finally went away. For Bai Yu, they are just a scene in his countless memories, and he can't control it.

When I was about to leave, I met someone carrying the coffin for the funeral.

The dark red coffin was so heavy that the coffin bearers couldn’t straighten their backs, the paper streamers swayed in the damp cold wind, the family members walked on the road in sackcloth and filial piety, and paper money was everywhere...

Bai Yu stood on the side of the road silently watching the funeral procession pass by, looked up and saw the paper money fluttering with the wind and flew towards the palace...