September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival. It is a traditional Chinese festival. The festival is the ninth day of the ninth month of the lunar calendar every year. The "nine" number is a yang number in the "Book of Changes". The two yang numbers of "nine" are mixed together, so it is called "double Ninth"; because both the sun and the moon meet nine, it is also called "double Ninth". Ninth Ninth Return to the Truth, the beginning of the first Yuan, and the ancients believed that the Double Ninth Ninth Festival was auspicious day. In ancient times, people had customs such as climbing high to pray for blessings, autumn outings to appreciate chrysanthemums, wearing dogwood, worshiping gods and ancestors, and drinking banquets and praying for longevity.

Nine is the extreme, nine months, the number of the heavy extreme yang.

Today is the day of extreme yang, ghosts are easy to destroy, and filth is difficult to arise. Even the spiritual charm in the air has a strong yang energy dispersed.

"Today I'm afraid it's a shock to the little ones, and those with evil hearts are not clear about their hearts."

Li Yun rode a green cow and walked down the mountain with a blue and white paper umbrella in his hand. He had a sense of a Taoist sensation in the world, hiding the spirit and seeing the prosperity of the world.

The county town at the foot of the mountain is also popular because it is the Double Ninth Festival on September 9th, and there are also various activities at the foot of the mountain.

And ancestor worship is the biggest theme.

All kinds of sacrificial supplies are placed on the temples and on the streets.

All kinds of meat and delicacies for sacrifice were put out, and the entire street was filled with a strong atmosphere of people.

Osmanthus fish, sweet duck, roast chicken, golden roast suckling pig.

"It's a pity that all such precious foods have been put out." Blue and white porcelain looked at the roast chicken and pork that were placed everywhere on the street, and sighed a little: "There are many people in Pingding Village who may not be able to eat meat and vegetables once a month."

Blue and white porcelain knows the preciousness of food from Ye Juan’s remaining memories.

"Double Ninth Festival is also known as the Harvest Festival. Harvest Day, worshiping ancestors is the theme of Double Ninth Festival. Naturally, you need to greet them with good meat and vegetables." Li Yun continued: "As for what you said, meat and vegetables may not be eaten in a month, it was decades ago. Nowadays, meat is very cheap. Not to mention that everyone can afford it, at least most people don't have much problems, especially Wenzhou County, which is a relatively wealthy county town in the area. It will not hurt the bones when taking out generous sacrifices on the festival."

"Oh..." Qingxuan said again: "I don't know if their ancestors had eaten so many delicious foods."

Li Yun smiled slightly.

"That's something that's naturally not something you can eat."

Qingxuan said in confusion.

"Then why do you want to worship your ancestors?"

"In the past, the word "Sacrifice" was more about the word "Sacrifice". In modern times, the word "Sacrifice" is more about the word "Dian", which expresses longing and does not seek much protection from ancestors, but more about seeking peace of mind, lively, and reunion on the ninth of September."

Li Yun rode Qingxuan leisurely.

The county town on September 9 is extremely lively and full of fireworks.

There is a flower market in Yanjie that is specially opened for this purpose, called chrysanthemums. Here are hundreds of chrysanthemums in full bloom, for people to enjoy the autumn chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival.

The chrysanthemum market will be open for three days. If passers-by are willing, they can buy some to appreciate chrysanthemums.

After arriving at Jushi City, Li Yun took a breath.

The fragrance of autumn chrysanthemum mixed with the smell of incense and will power poured into the nose.

"The autumn chrysanthemums on Double Ninth Festival have a strange and strong smell of fireworks."

Qingxuan also took a deep breath. He didn't hate this mixed smell of humanity, but he liked it quite a bit.

"You're pretty good."

"Because it smells good."

At this moment, Li Yun suddenly felt something. He turned around and saw an old woman selling autumn chrysanthemums.

The stalls are very small. Judging from the many street stalls selling Qiuju, they are quite small stalls and there are not many categories.

Some shabby tricycles look a bit disrepaired, shabby and mottled. Although they are very clean, they also have some rusty smells. There are some unsold autumn chrysanthemums on the tricycles.

On the front of the car, there was an oil lamp, which was still flashing with a slight fire, and it was bright in this sunny afternoon.

The old woman was wearing shabby flower fir and her thin body seemed to fall when the wind blew, but her expression was a little quiet.

The most important thing is that the old woman's eyes are white.

She is blind.

A blind man selling flowers.

Some poor people saw that the old woman was blind and left money.

I don’t know if I saw it or heard it, the blind old woman said.

"How many flowers do you want, this guest? Are there large pots or small pots?"

"I don't want to spend it, I'll give it to you, it's not much anyway." The kind-hearted man shook his head and did not want to spend it.

"Thank you, kind-hearted man. I am not able to see it, but I am alive." The blind woman pointed at the flower and said as if she had known it: "The big pot of tweed is sixty yuan, the middle pot of tweed is thirty yuan, and the small pot of tweed is ten yuan. I can't see it, and I can't find zero, so I'll trouble you."

The blind woman still had a warm and sunny smile on her face, and she seemed not disturbed by blind eyes at all.

This kind-hearted person didn't think about the flowers at first, but he seemed to be infected by the old woman's tenacity and optimism. He smiled and said, "I'll just have a small pot."

The kind-hearted man took a small pot of flowers and left, but what he left was one hundred yuan.

It seems like it is a loss, but this kind-hearted person does not feel that he has lost it, but is in a happy mood. When he left, he hums a little song, and the autumn chrysanthemum in his hand seems to be even more fragrant.

But not everyone is like that kind-hearted person...

At this moment, Li Yun's ears stood up and he heard waves of discussion.

......

At the corner of Hua Street, a group of unemployed idle people were squatting while smoking while watching the bustling street.

They stared at everyone passing by like wild dogs.

"There is no fat sheep." A young man with red hair threw the cigarette butt on the ground, flipped through the change in his hand, and said, "Tum, they are all poor."

"Now everyone has paid for their mobile phones, who can still bring the money with you?"

"But everyone doesn't keep their phones away and they don't put them down when walking. We can't do anything."

“It seems to be too.”

“It’s getting harder to do.”

"Hey, you know if that blind old lady on North Street."

"Uh, I know." The red-haired gangster Huang Hongtao raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you staring at that guy? You are so poor that you can't pull out a hair."

"yes."

Yang Fei, a flat-headed gangster wearing a floral shirt on the other side, said.

"That old lady is probably poorer than us."

"Hey, of course I know that the old woman is poor, and my brothers probably don't like this kind of poorer ones." The gangster on the other side said mysteriously: "But I know, does she have a treasure?"

"What baby?"
Chapter completed!