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Preface
It's seven o'clock in autumn, and there are very few people in the streets and alleys of the county town at this time.
Ordinary people go to bed early after finishing their day's work. The alleys in the city are empty and dark, a silence that only belongs to the night.
Occasionally there will be some unexplained footsteps coming from the alley.
In ancient times, there were no clocks, but people used their own native methods. In order to tell the time during the day, people learned to tell the time from the rising and setting trend of the sun. After a long history, people firmly believed in the ancient saying that "a day's plan begins in the morning." In order to better grasp the time, a professional watchman was born.
The person who plays the watch is not surprised at all. He can play gongs and bangs in one hand without the help of others. One person can skillfully play the gongs and bangs while walking.
"Tuk-tuk--boom"
One slow and one fast, three times in a row means that the first watch has arrived and you should rest early.
"Blow the gong to notify us, close the doors and windows, and be careful of candles!"
"Master, slow down, please slow down! Oops, Master, you are going the wrong way. This way, this way, the way back home is this way."
I can't remember clearly what time it was, but the watchman's gongs and drums gradually faded away, and a master and a servant came out of the basket with a faint sound.
Xiaoluzi panicked anxiously. As soon as he went out, it seemed like there was fog outside, and it looked like it was already midnight. There was no curfew in their small rural area, but it was not safe at night in this small place. It was better to go back early, otherwise he might not be able to escape the consequences if he stayed late.
The porter at the door had been waiting for a long time. When he saw a familiar person, he stepped forward.
The sedan went slowly towards the house in the east of the city. The young master in the sedan asked for wine from time to time.
The starry sky was sparse, and frost formed on the streets, growing deeper and deeper.
Intention: Fallen leaves will eventually return to their roots