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

Extremely fine snowflakes fell outside the paper window. With the loud and slight sound, they were occasionally squeaking, and there were dead branches and haystacks pressed by the snow.

Now the snowflakes of love are endless, and they have fallen and fallen again and cannot go away.

The colder the weather is, the more nostalgic the warmth of the kang and the stove. No one likes to get up early in the cold winter. Today, the lights are on early in the Qianqu Lake, and the joyful voices are heard everywhere, and neighbors are happy with each other:

"The ‌ Festival is good, the harvest is good for the harvest, and the harvest is good for the morning!"

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

Qianqufang has not opened yet, and every household in Tiancheng has gone out. People hang lanterns at the door, illuminating the night.

The husband lights the lamp and pastes window flowers, the mother wears new clothes for the child, combs his hair and ties a red rope.

Then the family lit incense and candles and worshiped the small shrine where the immortal officials were worshipped.

The shrine is hidden inside the wall, and there are layers of curtains hanging outside. Only by lifting the curtains can you see the exquisite and small, lifelike statues of the immortal officials.

Carpenter Liu was inspired by the springs, and each immortal official looked like a different posture, either standing or sitting, or smiling, or wearing a dress or a white robe.

The wooden statues handmade by the Jinnong are used as a model, and craftsmen from all over the country are innovative, and the color is colorful but not vulgar.

Sleeping, genius is over, and sleeping is peaceful. Get up in the morning, and the weather officially begins, and you are doing it steadily.

Except for the night when I got drunk with fruit wine, Song Qianji lived a very regular life, and he woke up at the same time regardless of the cold or heat.

He pushed open the door and took a few breaths to fill his lungs with the cold and fresh air in the morning.

The rows of little sparrows flapped their wings and flew up when they heard the sound. They were not afraid of him, as if they were kind to give way to him, and fell on the plum blossom branches without panic.

The snow has stopped, the waning moon, and two sparse stars hang on the winding and vigorous plum branches, revealing the faint brilliance of dawn.

Song Qianji walked into the yard and just picked up the broom when he suddenly stopped: "Not good."

The gray sparrow turned his black round eyes alertly, flapping his wings, and shaking some snow on his shoulders, as if asking him what was wrong.

"The cultivation level is about to increase again? Even if there is the Immortal Spring, it shouldn't have risen so quickly."

The river was frozen and the water had not yet risen. Song Qianji's cultivation first increased like spring water.

Some monks are eager to make breakthroughs and take pills. After the breakthrough, the realm is unstable and the spiritual energy is weak.

Some monks have a solid foundation and do not use spiritual energy to hit the bottleneck. They first repeatedly beat the meridians, wait until the foundation is solid, and then go into seclusion and break through.

Song Qianji directly compresses the spiritual energy in his body and suppresses the realm.

Now that the "foundation" is solid, there is nowhere to be built. If he steps closer, he can only reach another floor.

Song Qianji closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy in his meridians, which was like smoke and mist, continued to shrink, gradually condensed into a few drops of silver liquid, trembling gently.

The sky gradually brightens, and the rising sun breaks through the mist in winter. The snow in the courtyard reflects a layer of bright and brilliant silver light in the sun.

Song Qianji opened his eyes, and the snow was so bright that it was dazzling. His clothes and hair were wet with morning dew, and he exhaled for a long time. He breathed white breath:

"I hope there is nothing wrong today. Otherwise..."

"Mr. Song!" Wei Ping entered the door with the food box, "Please use breakfast."

He usually dresses simply and simply. Today he changed into a new blue jacket with Qingshan Mountain. The collar is rolled with white fur edges, and his ordinary face looks kind and cute.

Song Qianji ate hot egg lean meat porridge and thin crispy pancakes coated with sauce. Wei Ping rubbed his hands and tied a thick black fox fur cloak.

The guards were waiting at the gate of Xianguan Mansion and picked up the Song submarine chariot.

Walking into Qianqufang, the snow melted, and the temperature rose instantly. The red satin floated, the sunlight was as bright as fire, and the colorful silk spread across the sky, like rainbow bridges.

Thousands of people gathered on both sides of the street, and cheers shook the sky.

Song Qianji waved his hand on the ground and screamed even more.

The immortal officials of other counties occasionally traveled, with solemn rituals and music, and the people knelt down to greet each other, without breathing.

When Song Qianji traveled, he gave people a strange feeling: it seemed that the wood carvings, clay sculptures, or bronze statues secretly offered to the house suddenly became a real person, supported by the guards and came towards them.

"It's the Song Immortal Official! It's really the Song Immortal Official!"

"Songxian Official's Day is good, look at me!"

"Ah, he just looked at me!"

Wearing soft armor along the road and holding shields, the river workers were trained and rehearsals, calmly separating the crowds, leaving a road for chariots to pass through, and maintaining order loudly:

"No crowding, no chasing, no throwing flowers, plants, melons and fruits, embroidered squids, and cut into mixed bags——"

Song Qianji thought it would be better to put a sign at my feet, so he wrote "No food, take a photo of five."

Butler Wei kept smiling. The curve of the corners of his mouth was stiff and unchanged, and his eyes were moving around alertly.

He looked up, his eyes passed through the excited crowd, and looked at the wide open windows beside the street.

"The second and third floors of Qianqufang are all cleared, and there will be people guarding every window, and there will be people on all roofs."

"When I see someone with suspicious signs, I will immediately notify me. Thank you for your hard work this time, I will invite you to eat barbecue."

When Xu Kanshan and Qiu Dacheng listened to his arrangement, he only thought that he was worried about someone trampling, or someone was excited to see the official Song Xianguan, and wanted to hug and shake hands on the chariot, which scared Song Qianji who was scattered:

"If you are in charge of the Wei Dynasty, we are all for the smooth harvest festival and not working hard."

Wei Ping looked at the roof tiles and flying eaves again and nodded secretly.

"I need you to set up a knife network array in Qianqufang. If someone makes trouble and the guards do not respond in time, you should do it immediately."

"Brother Wei, on the day of the festival, there are crowds of people, and everyone is watching. In the sky, it's like a day. Who will make trouble? Isn't it because of the spitting of people? He can drown him." Ji Chen said lazily: "Is the original Thousand Channel protective array not good? On the festival, don't you really want to kill people, right?"

Wei Ping had a firm attitude: "I don't want to protect the formation, I want to kill the formation. Is there anyone who can kill the golden elixir and can beat the Nascent Soul half to death?"

"Brother Wei, I have the cultivation level and I have only learned the formation for a long time. If you want my killing formation to have such a powerful force, you can only launch it once."

Wei Ping: "It's enough, and the other party has only one chance."

Ji Chen yawned pitifully: "Today is so cold, you pulled me out of the quilt and blow the wind, and you still have to listen to your orders to set up the formation. For such a deep brotherly love, do you want to consider my sister?"

Wei Ping touched his messy chicken coop head: "I'll give you barbecue."

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

"Okay, let's take your sister."

Wei Ping coaxed and deceived Ji Chen and finally tricked him into setting up a formation.

Walking along the chariot to the high platform in the center of Qianqufang, slowly landing.

Amid Ji Xing's clear sound of the newspaper, Song Qianji took his seat and Wei Ping stood behind him.

The two left and right are his right-hand men, the Siyuan Liu Carpenter and the Sigong Tie Sanniu.

Finally, the most anticipated link of Song Crown Machinery, millet, corn, sugarcane, mung beans, soybeans and other potted plants appeared one after another.

Whether he asked about the lack of water during cultivation or what kind of fertilization was used, the contestants answered it in a sensation and wanted to know everything they could.

Song Qianji said in his heart that he was addicted to it: "When Huaweizong visited the news conference, some people held a 'flower appreciation party' in the small building. I heard that famous flowers were everywhere, so I left with pleasure. I found that they were just a group of laymen and didn't know how to plant flowers. Today I held this 'Harvest Festival', which is worthy of my reputation."

Such full seeds are lustrous and so lively, and they also grow green buds in winter.

Such farming experts and farming experts gathered in the hall.

Ji Xing said loudly: "After a fierce and intense competition, the Hedong Village 'Bridge Repair Team Go Home to Plant Beans' Team, the six kilograms of soybeans selected stood out and won the Harvest Festival Prize. The company was invited to present the award and the representatives of the Taiwan Strait."

Song Qianji stretched out his hand: "Congratulations."

The village head of Hedong Village blew his breath and leaned back straight.

Song Qianji hurriedly reached out to help him.

The fellow villager next to him patted the village chief’s cheek with cold snow: “You can’t dizzy, there are only times of chances. If you dizzy, you can’t hold it anymore! The painter has arranged everything!”

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

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

Everyone was full of envy:

"Their villages are all shining with their ancestors. Who can help the village chief be good at it? He also brought a chef to participate in the competition and performed the live cooking beans and fried beans and braised beans. It smells good."

"Our village is not bad either. The people from Hongfu Caravan just saw the cotton in our village and wanted to book a deposit, and now they have to pay a deposit."

When the atmosphere was the warmest, Qianqufang was almost overturned by voices.

Wei Ping did not relax his vigilance at all. It was not until the dust of the competition that Song Qianji waved his hand to the high platform and walked towards the chariot that he let out a sigh.

This festival has not ended. There are also lion dances and dragons on the streets in Qianqufang, thousands of fireworks shining, opera troupes perform on stage, and free hot rice paste, which makes every Qianqu people laugh and make fun of each Qianqu people.

But what Song Qianji is most looking forward to has been completed, and he is about to go home.

Wei Ping followed behind Song Qian's fuselage, his nerves were relieved, and finally felt the festive atmosphere, and a smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!