On the ninth day of the eleventh month of the fourteenth year of Tianbao, it was extremely cold in Fanyang.
The wind blows on the face like a knife. The old people here say that the winter this year is so cold that it has never been so cold in previous years. Well, it's just November, the moat is frozen solid, and the dogs on the street are huddled in the corners and unwilling to move.
