In the heavy snow, seventy-two men laid the vermillion lacquered boxes they were carrying on the ground, standing upright and steadfast, like the stones in Guyuan standing firm amidst the wind and sand.
Thirty-six sets of betrothal gifts were lined up in the snow, and the red silk on the poles fluttered in the wind and snow, like the great red banners of triumph from Anding Gate.
By the street, an aged woman watched the thirty-six sets of betrothal gifts and muttered to herself, "When I was a maid in the Li Family, Miss's dowry contained a piece of Xuan Fox Fur. She wore it for fifteen years, and the fleece never flattened. Not a single stray hair was allowed on a complete piece, and it had to be a whole cylinder with no splicing. Even one was hard to find."
