Chen Chou led his horse away from the small house in the middle of the night, waiting by the city gate. When the city gate of Jiaomao opened, he immediately rode his horse out.

He helped Zhangping edit the county annals for a long time, and he was familiar with the county and surroundings. He chose the direction to go on a horse along the main road. After a while, it snowed.

After a while in the snow, I arrived at the boundary of Gaotaizi Township and caught up with the small markets in the morning. In the countryside, there are many such markets, which are usually at the critical point of several villages in the same town. It is not as crowded with shops in the city streets. Most of them are located next to the short roads of the Guandao Temple Temple School. There are inns, tea and rice sheds, and several low-rise buildings outside are open daily, selling essential items such as oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. In the morning, farmers in nearby villages do not have to be busy with farmers.

The elderly, weak and weak women and children brought some self-produced things such as picking fruits and vegetables, yellow mayonnaise, pickles, rice wine, fish and meat, etc., and they were either easy to sell. Most of them were carrying a basket, carrying a cloth bag on the side of the road, and they dispersed at noon, called Xiaoji. After the autumn harvest or during the festival, there were also large restaurants, similar to the city temple fairs, where even the city merchants and travel vendors came to sell goods, and there were opera troupes to perform. The dates of large restaurants in the same county and township were different, and the lively time was better than the downtown city in the city.

Gaotaizi Township is next to the county town, which is relatively wealthy, but due to the snow, Xiaoji is very sparse. Hula soup is boiled in the large pot of the tea and rice shed on the side of the road. Chen Chong drank a bowl and ate two large pieces of the freshly out-of-the-pot cakes. The crust was covered with scallion oil and sprinkled with sesame seeds. The yellow and crispy Hula soup was added with a few drops of old vinegar. It was amazing. After drinking, sweat oozed slightly from the forehead.

An old man sitting next to him was carrying half a basket of pickles, drinking soup and eating cakes, and asked Chen Chou, "Where is the young master going when it is snowing so much?"

Chen Chou casually answered the name of Lin County and said: "Quanyang."

The old man said, "Quanyang is nearly a hundred miles away. If you walk in such heavy snow, you won't be able to arrive tomorrow at noon. Go south to Shuiao Township, there are more than ten miles of land that are quite deserted. If you are walking there, it will be dark, it will be difficult to deal with."

The store owner also said: "The customer walked to Shui Ao today and then went to the inn to rest. If you are alone, if you are not in a hurry, it is safer to wait until the snow stops before rushing."

The old man shook his head and said, "This year, the Jiulong controls the water, the rain is heavy, and the snow may not stop until the beginning of the day."

Chen Chou said: "Thank you, my father-in-law, just to go to Quanyang and walk slowly." After eating and drinking, he was full of energy, he made money from his meal, took out a felt cloak from his bag and wrapped it in the snow, and then walked forward in the snow.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Chen Chou was afraid that the horse's hooves would slip and dare not move too fast. The sky was gloomy and it was difficult to tell the time. The big cakes in the belly gradually digested, and their bodies became colder and colder. When their stomachs were thunderous, they finally saw someone from afar. Chen Chou got off the horse and patted the door to ask for hot tea. The son and daughter-in-law of the family worked in Yiping County. Only the old couple were at home. They were very soft and kind-hearted. There was still some vegetable soup left in the pot, and half a bun was baked to Chen Chou. The old lady cleaned the snow on Chen Chou's cloak and took it to the stove to bake.

Chen Chou thanked him for money, but the two elders refused to accept it.

Chen Chou roasted for a while, ate the hot rice, and then came back to his anger. He asked where the place was. The old man said that it was the boundary of Xiaoniu Village, Shui'ao Township. His family originally opened a tea shed, so he lived on the main road. If he wanted to get to the village, he had to turn in along the fork in the road ahead and walk for two or three miles.

Chen Chou glanced at the hourglass in the house, and when he was just handing over the Shen, he asked about walking ten miles forward. There was an inn at the junction of Shuiao Township and Doutang Township. He thanked the two elders, asked for hot water and filled the water bag, secretly put some money under the small stool, and set off again.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and he was almost unable to see the road. The horse that Chen Chong led was a pony, which had always been kept in the stable and had never worked hard. Later, it turned into Chen Chong walking in the snow and leading it away. The luggage on his back was very light, and the horse's four legs were still trembling and he kept stagnating.

The snow on the road was getting deeper and deeper, and the water bag in his arms gradually became colder. Chen Chong pulled out the block and took a sip of the remaining water. He looked around, but he saw a vast white area, almost unable to separate the road. The sky gradually darkened, but there was still no smoke.

Chen Chou was a little suspicious that he had gone apart, so he had to walk before walking. The snow poured into his boots and melted. The ice hurt his feet for a while and gradually became wood. I don’t know how many times he looked around, a moving dot appeared in front of him.

Chen Chou rubbed his eyes, it was indeed not dazzling. Judging from the speed of his journey, he should be an individual.

The shadow gradually approached, and it was indeed a person, wearing a felt robe, a hat on his head, and carrying a load of firewood. Chen Chou hurriedly led his horse to meet him and asked for inquiries.

"I dare to ask where this place is, can there be an inn ahead?"

The man raised his hat and was a middle-aged man with beard and leopard eyes. He smiled brightly: "This place is the critical point of Shuiao Township. There are wastelands in the front ten miles. Where can I get people?"

Chen Chou felt a little sad: "But why have you never seen anyone along the way? I heard that there is an inn at the junction of Shuiao Township and Doutang Township to stay. How far is it?"

The man said, "Young Master has taken the wrong path. You have to walk along the official road. This road is a good man from Shuiao Township who has built a big road. It was originally for the convenience of worshiping ancestors, but there were wasteland graves when he went further. I thought it was snowy, and the young master couldn't see the road clearly, so he mistakenly walked on this road."

But I have been walking along a road and have never seen a fork in the road...

Chen Chou had no time to think about it and asked again: "How can I walk back?"

The man said, "It will take about ten miles to go back."

Isn’t it all the same? Chen Chou felt cold and said again: “There are people who can stay in front of these more than ten miles of wasteland?”

The man smiled and said, "After this section of the road, it is Jingdun Village, Saigang Township. It is connected to the official road. There are people who are near the road. It's just that it's getting dark and it's snowing and nights. I don't know when the young master will get there. If you want to stay, why go so far?"

Chen Chou Yixi: "Please give me advice!"

The man shook his finger and said, "Can't you stay in front of you?"

Chen Chou looked in the direction he pointed, and there was a place that was bulging out in the white wilderness, vaguely looking like a house. He couldn't help but be surprised and happy, and hurriedly thanked the man and headed towards the house.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The man appeared a little strangely just now.

On a heavy snowy day, when Thirteen is not in a position, I carry a load of firewood, where I can't get in front of the village or the shop behind me...

Where did he come from? Where would he go?

Alas, maybe I've been with Zhang Ping for too long and got into the problem of thinking about things.

Chen Chong looked back and squinted his eyes, and the road was empty.

The woodcutter just now disappeared!

Chen Chou shalt shuddered.

How fast can people in heavy snow go?

There is no place to hide around...

The woodcutter actually disappeared out of thin air.

Jade Emperor, Yuanshi Tianzun, Amitabha, don’t scare yourself, don’t scare yourself...

Chen Chou shrunk his neck and looked at the house carefully.

Still there.

Maybe it was because the sight of the snow was hindered, maybe the woodcutter was referring to his family.

I'm afraid it's difficult to walk for more than ten miles. You can't freeze to death in the snow in the middle of the night.

Chen Chou gritted his teeth and continued to lead the horse, walking towards the house with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When he got close to the house, Chen Chou's hand softened, he loosened the reins, and the horse neighed lightly, Chen Chou's teeth clattered a few times-

The door opening is wide open, the broken windows are broken, and the spider webs are hanging everywhere.

It is clearly a dilapidated temple!

Chen Chou once again muttered in his heart, don’t scare yourself, don’t scare yourself... Amitabha, Wuliang Tianzun... Don’t be suspicious of good people. It is better to hide from the wind and snow in the dilapidated temple than to freeze to death on the road. Since you come, you will be at peace. The sky is almost dark and you should not go anywhere else...

After reading it back and forth several times, I strongly grabbed the reins, led the pony to the corridor, tied the horse to the pillar, took a breath, raised my legs, and stepped into the threshold.

No strange sounds heard, no strange phenomena were seen.

On the high platform in the middle of the hall, there was a statue of god standing, which should be a land, and the broken cushion in front of the platform. Chen Chouzi prayed to the statue-

The young student Chen Chou passed by the treasure land, and it happened to be wind and snow, so he was not allowed to stay in the temple for a night. He thanked the gods for their blessings, and offered no incense, so he respected them only.

After praying, I turned around and found that this place might be a place where woodcutters and hunters often rest. There were fires and ashes on the ground inside, many tree branches and wooden sticks, and even small iron pots, some plucked pheasant feathers and other items. A few broken futons were not much ashes. It seemed that people often sat down, and there was a straw shop made of hay with a door panel in the shelter in the corner of the wall.

Chen Chou breathed a sigh of relief, then became happy again, gathered the remaining firewood to make a fire, set the frozen cakes in the bag on the fire, and roasted them. He took a small iron pot to melt the snow water, drank some of them himself, and kept some of them for drinking horses. He led the horse into the pillars on the other end of the hall and tied them up, grabbed some hay, but didn't know whether it would eat it. He lay on the straw bed with a stomach full of hot food, grabbed some grass and covered it on his body, and then pressed the felt cloak, and there was a kind of happiness that even the palace could not be better than it was. He closed his eyes and fell into his dream.

In my dream, I couldn't feel the cold at all, and it was a little hot. I wanted to turn over, but I felt my chest was heavy, so I couldn't turn over. I raised my hand and my tentacles were fluffy.

Chen Chou opened his eyes in a daze, and two faint green lights were lit up at the tip of his nose.

Chen Chou looked at him for a moment, the green light flashed slightly, and his chest squirmed heavily.

Chen Chou was suddenly shocked and woke up.

There was something furry pressing on his chest!

Chen Chou's whole body was numb, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound. The thing stood up and shook his hair. In the dark, he could only see his pointed ears and green eyes flashed again. Chen Chou felt a hot breath on his face, and then there was a warm and soft moist thing in his mouth and nose. It should be the tongue of that thing...

Chen Chou's eyes were thrust upwards and fell into darkness again.

After a long time, Chen Chou's limbs suddenly twitched, he suddenly opened his eyes, and bounced up.

The surroundings are bright.

The bags were placed next to the grass shop. The fire was filled with dust, futons, small pots, statues of gods... The pony was shaking its tail and chewing the grass, and everything was nothing different.

Chen Chou was stunned for a while before he let out a long sigh.

He turned over and sat up, suddenly froze.

What he covered was not the broken felt cloak, but a yellow-brown cotton cloak!
Chapter completed!