Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 102 [Fang Chang goes down the mountain to eat noodles first]

  Time slipped by.

  The feeling of the seasons on the cliff is not obvious, but the temperature has dropped quietly.

   Fang Chang knew that another winter was coming.

Wielding a bronze knife, he harvested the mature millet and sorghum in the field, and put the storable vegetables in the small cellar. He thought about it, anyway, he had a lot of salt, so he just put some radishes in the pottery jar. Code well, sprinkle salt layer by layer.

  After the particles returned to the warehouse, he wandered on the cliff.

   "Hey, mature."

  Looking at the gourd vines hanging beside the morning class rock not far away, Fang Chang secretly made a sound.

  Because he encountered it too often, he stopped checking the status of the gourd on the vine when he passed by every day. When he saw it today, he found that the gourd was completely mature.

   Well, of course,

   No gourd doll pops out and calls itself grandpa.

  After all, in Yunzhong Mountain, although the spirit is extremely beautiful, there are many birds, beasts, plants and trees that have opened up their wisdom, but compared to the huge number of species in this mountain, fairies are actually very rare.

  Besides, after opening their wisdom, their lifespan will generally increase a lot, so the density seems a bit high.

  Although the gourd was not enlightened, the gourd was full of aura. Fang Chang laughed lightly, stepped forward, took off the first one to bear fruit, and held it in his hand to examine it carefully.

  A very beautiful gourd, small at the top and big at the bottom, with a well-rounded appearance and a suitable size. When you hold it with your flat palm, it stands very straight. I haven't paid attention to it for a long time, but the appearance of this gourd has already shown a comfortable light yellow color.

In fact, Fang Chang ate some gourds and gourd leaves when they were soft and tender. The dishes and soups made with them are delicious and fragrant, and they can be steamed on a cauldron. There are not many gourds on the vine.

  Using a small jade knife with a straight back, cut off the mouth of the gourd horizontally, then gently rotate the knife to open it, and dig out with tools.

  Gently take out the gourd seeds and gourd flesh, then put some self-planted beans, shake and dump them to ensure that most of the flocs have been taken out, and then Fang Chang put away the gourd seeds, ready to plant again later.

  Then soak the gourd in water for three days and three nights, then pour water into the pot and cook for two minutes.

   Then, continue digging.

  After cleaning out the inside, he went to the mountains to look for honeycombs, took some beeswax, boiled it, poured it into it and shook it well, let it cool down and repeated it again. The beeswax on the inside can prevent leakage, and it is durable, and it is not easy to mold and does not affect the contents.

Fang Chang used to have a hunted horn. He took the tip, cut it and steamed it, and made a beautiful gourd stopper, and then inlaid it with silver pieces. After looking at it, the aura of the gourd was not affected after this operation. Instead, it has a sense of ingenuity.

  Using a self-woven rope, tie it to the waist of the gourd, hang the empty gourd on the waist, put away the tools, and walk out of the house.

  He stood in the pavilion by the cliff, looking down the mountain into the distance.

  In the past two months, my chance in my spiritual sense is approaching, and it is becoming clearer and clearer. Maybe I will go down the mountain today to completely resolve my obsession with the original body.

  Only in the recent period, the celestial phenomena at night have also moved more and more strangely, which shows that the catastrophe in the world has begun to operate.

  However, Fang Chang can now see a little bit that the celestial phenomenon is not just a human thing, so under the surge of variables, it is different from the previous situations.

   All right, let's pack our luggage.

  Walking into the room, Chang Fang took out the furoshiki, and put some snacks, "The Way of Practice" and "The Way of Practice" into it. Since the descaling technique is available, the white clothes are enough and there is no need to change clothes, but old clothes can also be used as bedding and put on. Then he added a few lumps of copper, and some silver nuggets from the copper mines, and some combs and other odds and ends.

   After fastening the package, Fang Chang took off the Lingquan Sword from his back.

  Since it was cast, it has been inseparable. The spirit in the sword has been washed away from the lead, and it is completely out of ignorance. However, this sword spirit is different from spirits and monsters.

   It's just that it's still a little short of a big success.

  Fang Chang held the hilt and drew the sword out, looked at it, and decided not to take it for the time being.

  Hanging the scabbard on the wall, he went out and raised his hand, the Lingquan sword groaned softly, flew up into the sky, entered the clouds a few times, then turned slightly in the air, and landed obliquely towards the back mountain.

   Plop.

  The Lingquan Sword fell into the Lingjian Spring again.

  The sword is warmed here, and the water mist gradually rises, gently moving and winding around, half covering the Lingjian Spring, which is very beautiful.

  Going back to the house and looking around, Fang Chang picked up the oil-paper umbrella and stuck it behind him.

  This umbrella was made at the beginning of the year, and later it was made of paper. I found tung tree fruit in Yunzhong Mountain, and I grabbed it with my hand and brushed it with oil. It has a bamboo body and a paper surface, is plain in color, light and beautiful, and he has used it a few times in the summer rain, so it is a good practical item.

   After tidying up and cleaning up, closing the house door and fence gate, Fang Chang turned his head and jumped off the cliff.

  As he fell rapidly, the mountain wind whistled in his ears.

   landed safely.

The pool next to the waterfall is deeper and bigger, and the thin waterfall leaps down from the cliff, making a loud sound in the pool. There are densely covered aquatic plants on the side, and there are fish and frogs in the water. I don’t know where the birds and beasts brought them here. Grass seeds and eggs.

  There are mosses on the rocks beside the pool, which seems to be affected by the aura on the cliff, so it is quiet and natural here.

  Fang Chang adjusted his clothes and walked down the mountain.

  Linxi Village seemed much more lively. After the harvest, it was not yet severe cold. People visited each other, or gathered under the wall, chatting in the sun, very active. It was close to meal time, and the aroma of new grains wafted in the air.

  The small mountain village is not exploited by big households. Although the fields are small and thin, life is better than that in the plains below the mountain.

After working for a year, in theory, after paying 10% of the imperial grain according to the number of acres, the rest is all his own, but he needs to gather the young and strong, drive them to the prefectural city, eat and chew some, and have to endure the hardships of the petty officials. , That's the case, the harvest left after the exploitation is quite a lot, enough to live a good year.

  The children ate with ruddy complexions and were playing with great energy. The adults also let go of their worries and enjoyed their leisure time.

  Looking at this scene, it is very refreshing.

  Fang Chang was still the same as before, passing through the village in an upright manner, but no one could find him.

  On the official road, he removed the effect of this transparent person, walking slowly on the official road like an ordinary pedestrian.

   Huqiao Town is more than a dozen miles ahead. Fang Chang plans to go to the blacksmith's house to exchange some copper coins, and then eat a bowl of mutton noodles in the town, and then buy a few tiger pancakes to put in his bag.

Using tiger pancakes as dry food for traveling is a common choice for passers-by. After all, tiger pancakes are heavy in oil and sugar. s reason.

Fang Chang's plan is to go to Huaifeng Mansion first, because the last time he went down the mountain to investigate, he was able to know that his original parents should be related to a company called "Aeon". I have seen this business in Fucheng.

   Instead, at the mutton noodle stall, he met Xie Guangan, a porter from Huaifeng Mansion.

   "Hey, it's Mr. Fang, long time no see."

  (end of this chapter)