Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

"I see that among the fish you caught with the net, there are quite a few turtles and turtles. You picked them up and threw them back?" Fang Chang sat on the bow, pointed at the small net beside Zhou Fan, and asked with a half-smile.

Since it has been used just now, this coarse cloth and hemp are used as materials, and it is carefully made. The net that looks very strong is still full of catches, and the next net cannot be used.

Compared with hooks, small nets are indeed less likely to catch big fish, which may be a matter of probability.

In this small net, the larger fish have been put into the hold by Zhou Fan, where a certain amount of fresh water is reserved to ensure that they are still fresh when they go ashore or put on the chopping board in the boat.

The most leftovers are all kinds of shrimps—the kind that Fang Chang ate on this boat yesterday—and some small fish mixed with algae and finely divided aquatic plants, such as zodiac, cockroaches, mullet, and white fish. , Shatapi, and a few scattered tortoises and turtles, all of which are moving slowly.

Hearing Fang Chang's question, Zhou Fan hummed and said:

"They don't have much meat, and they can't be eaten. Even if they grow into big ones, they will be troublesome to cook. No one will want them, even we won't eat them."

Fang Chang smiled and said: "Then you pick a small turtle and put half of it in a basket with me, and I will buy it for a price."

Zhou Fan paused with the fishing line in his hand, turned his head and said to the other party: "What do you want this for? It's useless, it's too wasteful to spend money on it, so just send it to you."

Standing up slowly, Fang Chang walked to the side of the ship, and looked at the distant river bank with his hands behind his back:

"There is a water pool in front of my house, and the surrounding scenery is quite beautiful, but it's just newly built, and there are few creatures in it, so it's too deserted."

"I just saw the tortoises in this net, and I suddenly had some ideas. I might as well buy some and put them in to raise them. It can also be regarded as adding some color to the pool."

"Would you like to help me, little brother?"

Zhou Fan imitated his father's example, bowed his hands and said: "Of course I am happy to do it, and it doesn't cost much, just give it to the guests, no need to spend money."

Fang Chang adjusted his voice to majestic, and said to the boy:

"I've said I want to help you, but I'll take it easy. Learning to read and write earlier will be of great benefit to myself and the world. And in my daily behavior, the principles I hold are first of all not to be easily given by others for no reason. understand."

The two were a little intimidated by their aura and dared not refuse.

Fang Chang wanted to help this young man because he liked it in his heart. It had nothing to do with morality or good customs. After all, he was a person outside Fang Fang who entered the practice. These worldly ties had nothing to do with him, and he didn't even care about the young man's thoughts.

Without judgment, he's gone a bit his own way this time around.

The young man started to work, picking out the tortoises and turtles from the nets he got each time, and putting them into the bamboo baskets to save.

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When they arrived at Xingqing Mansion, Zhou Fan cast off the net one after another, saved up half a basket of small turtles, handed them to Fang Chang for some money, and then satisfactorily followed his father Zhou Chang to steer the boat away from the pier. Raise the sails to ride the wind, and go upstream and leave.

The father and son simply gave the bamboo basket to Fang Chang.

He took the bamboo basket and hung it on his waist, one on the left and one on the right with the wine gourd, which is quite symmetrical.

The scenery on the side of Xingqing Mansion made Fang Chang feel very familiar. Compared with Huaifeng Mansion, Xingqing Mansion is slightly to the southwest. The wharf here is at the southernmost point of Xingqing Mansion, nearly a hundred miles away from Huaifeng Mansion, but only about 150 miles to Yunzhong Mountain.

The same big river is called Dongxu River in Lianzhou, but here it is called Qingjiang.

The Baigou River, which originates from Yunzhong Mountain, also merges into this river in the end, but the meeting point is further downstream.

Due to the convenient transportation, Jiangzhong fish can be directly transported to Huaifeng Mansion. Fang Chang remembered that he used to be in Yuelaiju in Huaifengfu City, and met there selling "Qingjiang Laughing Fish", which was one of the signature dishes of that shop.

However, compared with the signature dishes of Huaifeng Mansion Yuelaiju, the aquatic products near the pier are fresher and more varied.

Moreover, because this place is an important place for transportation, people come and go, there are a lot of goods, and there are many residents. There are water and land gates, and all kinds of industries are flourishing. The prosperity is no less than that of Xingqing Fucheng, but there is no city wall.

Fang Chang ate a fish-based meal, wandered around the market in Shijindu, and felt the culture and customs here.

Although it belongs to Xingqing Prefecture, the habit here is rice soup with fish, and even the staple food provided in the surrounding restaurants is mainly steamed rice, which is served in small wooden barrels and eaten casually.

But if it is around the city of Xingqing, it becomes mixed with rice and millet, and at the foot of Yunzhong Mountain, it becomes the staple food, followed by pasta.

"Rice cakes—! Excellent rice cakes~!"

On both sides of the road, there were bursts of hawking, and the stall owners and even the guys in front of the shop were shouting one after another.

Although the focus is still on clearly explaining what the family operates, each family has chosen more interesting words, and some even have rhythms in order to attract more attention.

Compared with others, this rice cake stall does not have a good shouting content, but the queue in front of it is quite long.

Fang Chang went up to line up to buy a small piece. The rice cake stall has a small stock, only two boards, cut and weighed for sale, but the image of the rice cake is very good, and the taste is also very good according to the surrounding evaluations, which attracted so many people. people.

Rice cakes are made of glutinous rice, but there are too many people coming and going from north to south in Shijindu, so everyone calls rice cakes slightly differently. Some call it cut cake, while others call it jujube cake.

Because of the method of making this rice cake, in addition to spreading the soaked glutinous rice layer by layer in a large pot and a cage, it also needs to spread three or four layers of jujube, which is a special product in a certain place in the north.

That kind of jujube is very sweet, and when it is ripe, the sugar can be pulled out, so it is called "golden silk", so there is no need to put sugar in the glutinous rice, and the cake is sweet and delicious.

When selling, the stall owner uses a thin piece of wood to gently cut open the cake, wrap it in yellow paper and weigh it, and then sell it to customers. The sweet dates are like fillings, which go well with the sticky, fragrant glutinous rice.

The only problem is that it gets too cold in winter.

After chewing the jujube pit and eating it slowly, Fang Chang cleaned his hands.

Next, he planned to find a car to go to Xingqing Mansion Fucheng, and then head east all the way back to the mountain through Huaifeng Mansion.

Randomly found someone to know the location of the car and horse stall here, and Fang Chang was walking over there.

Suddenly, he saw a little boy standing by the side of the road with a pair of bowls and chopsticks, looking at everyone anxiously, with a small package under his feet, his expression was very strange.

Due to his excellent memory, he felt that the boy looked familiar.

The meddling mentality of a cultivator broke out, Fang Chang smiled, stepped forward and asked, "Little brother, what are you waiting for?"

Hearing this, Xiaotong turned his head and took a careful look at Fang Chang. Seeing that the person he was waiting for was not the one he was waiting for, he looked at him with some vigilance and said, "I'm not waiting for you."

While talking, a middle-aged man in green cloth came running anxiously from the other side of the long street, with a tense expression, constantly looking around on both sides.

When he glanced at the package at the boy's feet, his eyes lit up.

So the middle-aged man ran a few steps, came to Xiaotong and Fang Chang, and said a little nervously: "You two are invited, I just passed by here and lost a small package."