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In addition, while strolling around the fort, Qinghe Miao also saw some rare items for him in this era.

A few horses, not exceptionally fine but quite strong, crossbows on the arrow tower, and some simple blacksmith's forge and weapon racks.

But it's just something new to see.

Apart from that, the fortress itself doesn't offer much of an appeal.

Qinghe Miao always insisted that no matter how late it was, he would never spend the night in Huangjiabao.

Every day, he must return to the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Temple, back to his home in the main world, where he is second only to the One.

Huang Wulang wisely refrained from saying anything further.

He was simply urging his father, who was far away in the county town, to hurry up and find out more about this person's background.

Time flies, and the end of the year is here.

In the main world of Under One Person, the Qinghe Miao family considers the Lunar New Year a top priority because the patriarch is still alive.

His uncles and aunts, regardless of how well they were doing, all rushed back from other cities.

Naturally, he also brought back several cousins ​​of varying ages.

A large family of more than ten people gathered in the old house, and it immediately became lively and bustling with noise.

On Chinese New Year's Day, I was woken up early in the morning by the sound of firecrackers and my family's busy work.

In the morning, I solemnly and meticulously greeted each of the elders I could see in the village.

Then I would call and say hello to the elders I couldn't see.

These are lines from decades ago, but they still sound so warm and comforting in this era.

At noon, a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner was served, with chicken, duck, fish, and meat filling the table. People clinked glasses and toasted each other in a lively atmosphere.

After lunch, the whole family, who had been busy all morning, finally managed to temporarily separate.

Adults and children alike went about their own business.

Some people, emboldened by the alcohol and the New Year celebrations, lay down on the warm kang (heated brick bed), enjoying a rare afternoon nap after a year of hard work.

Some people would call on their friends and relatives, shouting and gathering to set up tables at the homes of their aunts and uncles, and start playing mahjong or poker.

These kinds of small gambling games are quite popular in the village.

In earlier years, some people even played Pai Gow.

At this time, Qinghe Miao did not participate in those card games.

He was sitting on an old sofa in the living room, which had a very vintage feel, teasing a cousin who was about his age.

This was quite different from the later trends in sofas that featured sponge and wooden frames.

Sofas in this era still adhere to the idea that bigger springs mean beauty and stronger springs mean better.

The springs under the sofa cushions, which had long since sunken in, were clearly tangible, and sitting down provided a strong sense of "hardcore" support reminiscent of the last era.

Qinghe Miao fiddled with a one-yuan coin in his hand, waving it in front of his cousin's curious gaze.

Immediately afterwards, he clenched his five fingers, holding the coin in his palm. With a slight thought, the coin was instantly stored in the system's main hand equipment slot.

When he opened his hand again, his palm was empty.

"Wow!"

Her cousin's eyes widened, she gasped in surprise, and immediately grabbed Qing Hemiao's hand, examining it from all angles, even prying open his fingers:

"Brother, how did you do that?"

While she was still surprised, Qinghe Miao flicked the back of her ear with his finger, giving her a crisp snap.

The next moment, the coin seemed to appear out of thin air, and was already firmly held between his index and middle fingers.

"Amazing!"

My cousin's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Qinghe Miao waved the coin in front of her eyes again, then clenched his fist and opened his hand.

The coin disappeared again.

Finally, he clenched his fist, gently tapped his cousin's forehead, and then opened his palm, where the coin lay peacefully in his hand again.

"Let me see! Let me see!"

My cousin eagerly snatched the coin from his hand, examined it closely, and became even more excited, chattering away as she asked:

"Brother, how did you change? Teach me! Is there some kind of secret?"

This is a move that could be featured on the Chinese New Year Gala.

Qinghe Miao simply smiled without saying a word, letting her guess and beg, enjoying the simple pleasure of this prank.

Just then, my cousin's father, an uncle of Qinghemiao, and her aunt, dressed neatly, came out from another room and stood at the door to greet them:

"Girl, stop bothering your brother. It's time to go. Put on your coat."

During the Lunar New Year, people usually visit their immediate family elders in the morning.

If possible, I will visit some relatives in the afternoon who I only see a few times a year and whose names my children may not even know.

To maintain the blood ties and human relationships of the previous generation.

Just like before, when Qinghe Miao was sent by her mother to visit her fourth maternal uncle.

This auntie also married into the village from a familiar village.

She also has some relatives in the nearby villages that she can reach.

Seeing his cousin still engrossed in studying the coin, Qinghe Miao chuckled and said:

"Here you go, it's just a regular coin. Take it as pocket money."

My cousin immediately ran to her parents' side, hugged her aunt, held up the coin in one hand, and excitedly described the magical scene that had just happened to her parents.

Auntie heard this but didn't take it seriously, and instead chuckled and complained:

"You little brat, all you do is mess with your cousin."

"No way!"

My cousin complained.

Uncle also greeted Qinghe Miao with a smile:

"Xiao Miao, we're heading over now, we'll be back later."

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"Okay, Uncle, Aunt, drive carefully."

Qinghe Miao responded.

The uncle and aunt helped their cousin put on her scarf and gloves, and the three of them chatted and laughed as they went out the door, their figures quickly disappearing outside the gate where fine snow was falling.

The room became much quieter immediately.

All that remained were the snores of relatives on the kang (heated brick bed) in the inner room and the not-so-loud sound of the old-fashioned television in the living room.

As for his cousins, they've long since disappeared.

Although it's not like in later years, where shops and internet cafes open for business on the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year.

But some relatives in the village had bought old-fashioned game consoles that could be connected to the TV, and a few older people had brought laptops.

These kids went off to freeload and play games.

Qinghe Miao enjoyed the warmth and the smell of alcohol in the room, and sat alone on the sofa for a while.

Then, he stood up, took advantage of his drunkenness, pushed open the door, and walked into the yard.

Outside, fine snowflakes began to fall again, covering the world in a silvery white, quiet and cold.

The family's few stray dogs alertly approached, wagging their tails.

A thin layer of snowflakes covered her back, and glistening snowflakes clung to her nose and beard. She rubbed affectionately against his legs, leaving damp marks on the hem of his cotton trousers.

“You guys are quite energetic.”

Qinghe Miao smiled, squatted down, and helped them brush the snow off their fur.

At this outdoor temperature, it's no exaggeration to say that "water freezes instantly when splashed."

A row of icicles of varying lengths hung from the eaves, and frost flowers condensed on the windowpanes, making it impossible to see inside from the outside, and from the inside, all one could see was a blurry expanse of ice crystals.

Occasionally, a gust of wind would whip up the snowflakes on the ground, which would then hit the windows with a crackling sound.

After standing outside for just a short while, even with Qing Hemiao's body strengthened by Qi, he felt a chill, and his slight intoxication instantly subsided by three-tenths.

His thoughts drifted involuntarily to another world.

He rubbed the heads of several dogs, and with a slight thought, his substitute [Spicy Red Pepper] was quietly activated.

He precisely broke off several long, seemingly dangerous icicles from under the eaves and threw them into a corner of the courtyard wall.

Back inside, Qinghemiao warmed her slightly cold hands, dressed neatly, opened the cabinet, and took out two large bags containing loose peanuts, melon seeds, and candy mixed together in plastic bags.

This stuff is sold everywhere in the countryside during the Lunar New Year.

Some people buy it home in huge bags.

After thinking for a moment, Qinghe Miao brought up the bottle of local pure brewed liquor that he had opened at noon but hadn't finished drinking.

Carrying these things, he walked leisurely towards the back mountain.

I trudged through the snow that reached above my shoes, through the bare trees, with no one around and only the howling wind and snow.

With a thought, his figure vanished silently from the spot, as if blending into the snowy landscape.

In the world of "The Bad Guys", Feng Lingyue and Ying Guan are around.

Steam rose from several large iron pots placed on stone stoves, where porridge was still being cooked.

But the porridge was bubbling with chopped modern pickled vegetables.

This is an improved way of eating that these disaster victims came up with themselves.

It's actually just a random stew.

Salt is also a valuable resource here.

Pickled vegetables provide both saltiness and can be considered a type of vegetable.

Adding some unidentified wild vegetables that they occasionally find in the nearby mountains and fields, at least it has some greenery and a different taste.

Because today is "New Year's Day", Qinghe Miao instructed that no work should be done, and two meals of porridge would be provided as usual.

Not only was it thicker than usual, but surprisingly, there were also oil droplets and minced meat floating on the surface of the porridge.

That was a whole piece of meat that Qinghe Miao had brought over recently.

The air was filled with the aroma of grains and a hint of meat, which was incredibly tempting to the starving people.

It's nice to be able to have such a meal during the Chinese New Year.

In the eyes of the disaster victims around them, some squatting, some standing, holding broken bowls and waiting for their meal,

This young "Master Qingmiao" is a very good person, a deity who came down from heaven to save them.

Let alone building a Taoist temple, they would even follow the Taoist priest in a rebellion!

Don't underestimate them. They've been through turbulent times; what haven't they seen?

When you're working, slacking off is slacking off.

But that doesn't stop them from risking their lives for a bite to eat and a chance to survive; they'd actually do business that could cost them their lives.

Given the state of the world, what can they do?

Just as everyone was eagerly waiting for the porridge in the pot to boil, preparing to line up for their meals as usual...

The Taoist temple gate, which had undergone preliminary repairs but remained simple, creaked open from the inside.