A thousand families are like a chessboard, and twelve streets are like vegetable plots.,At the age of sixty, Fang Xuanling, wearing his official robes, stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the snow-covered roof and wore a face full of worry.,The youngest son, in a hunting trip outside the city some days ago, unfortunately fell off his horse and hit his back of the head. He has been unconscious ever since and remains in a daze. Everyone in the household is deeply worried.。