March 6, 2015, Jingzhe.
The Lantern Festival is over, and the rural tourism bonfire has turned into scattered ruins, the residual warmth has faded, leaving only wisps of blue smoke and ashes, as if telling the story of yesterday's shadows.
Winter in Yuzhou is extremely cold, the land frozen hard by the night's chill, the wheat fields covered in frost, appearing even colder in the dawn's light.
Bamboo forest, north of the bungalow.
Zhuang Jianhui and his group, wrapped in down jackets, stood before a big pit, still digging. They somehow spent the entire night digging in the freezing cold.
Three ordinary men equal one Zhuge Liang. They initially looked for bamboo rats, finding the nest through traces, and started digging furiously.
Wang Yong was shivering from the cold, feeling very bitter inside!
