Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

The firewood in the firewood room was still dry, so I threw a few descaling techniques on the tables, chairs and beds, and took a broom and dustpan to sweep the floor carefully.

After pouring the dust into the ash pit not far away, Fang Chang took out the original fire-making tools and rekindled the flame in the fire pit.

This way of making fire is a bit outdated, and it doesn't match the style of the full set of bronze tools in the shed. Fortunately, he doesn't lack time, let alone the strength to drill wood to make fire.

But Fang Chang still decided that when he was in the mood in a few days, he would make a fire bow and use it, which could save the fire for a short time, and it was also convenient to use, instead of pulling the fire bow with a wooden block against the drill pipe like just now.

The bright orange flame ignited, and the warmth radiated instantly, making the cottage that had experienced winter come back to life.

After unpacking the package, taking out the contents and putting them back in order, and putting away the fur skin, Fang Chang took a look, took off the gourd at his waist and pulled off the cover, took a sip of the sorghum wine, turned around and went out to the kitchen next to him.

I've been busy for a while, and it's time for dinner.

He was going to get himself something to eat.

Food and the like are still as usual, but the vegetables and fruits placed outside have rotted.

The rest of the dried fruits, bacon, air-dried fish and birds, mushroom skewers, and dried potatoes are also intact, and the pickles in the pottery are just about to heat.

Fang Chang is going to make the first meal after returning to the cliff, and make it richer.

Most of the vegetables and fruits are still stored in the cellar. Those were intended to survive the winter, so he specially selected some storable varieties. Now that it is spring, many of them should be rotten and inedible.

He was going to go down and have a look, and if there were any edible ones, he would take some to use, and the rest of the rotten parts would be cleaned up after eating.

The small cellar is not far from the kitchen.

Fang Chang deliberately avoided underground water veins, dug a deep pit in a dry place, sprinkled lime, spread beams and thatch as a roof, and then spread a thick layer of mud mixed with grass leaves, leaving only a small square hole. For access.

Lifting the cover of the cellar door, he jumped in lightly.

As the cover was lifted by Fang Chang, a beam of sunlight shone in from the small cellar above, slanted on the wall, and the reflected light brightened the cellar.

It's not broken?

Fang Chang saw that in his small cellar, no matter whether it was stored sweet potatoes, plant tubers, or vegetables and fruits, except for some of them looking wilted due to the dryness and lack of water in the cellar, none of the piles were really rotten.

He chose the ones that looked more delicious, and filled half of the bamboo baskets.

Another thing that surprised Fang Chang was that he was not breathing well.

Fortunately, I am a practitioner. If an ordinary person lives alone on the mountain like this, if he jumped down recklessly like he just did, he should have entered a dying state by now due to inability to breathe and poisoning.

Presumably this is because the fresh goods stored in the cellar are still breathing, changing the air composition in the cellar. At the same time, the change of air composition is also the reason why these vegetables and fruits do not rot.

Therefore, in the folk, the cellar that has not been opened for a long time must be ventilated before entering.

Some people even try to use candles or firewood. If the lights go out, they can't go down. It's just that there are often people who don't understand this matter, just like what Fang Chang did just now, and died in the cellar.

Fortunately, for Fang Chang, a practitioner, breathing is just a habit, which is of no use. Apart from discomfort, he is safe and sound.

With the basket in hand, he climbed out of the cellar by stepping on the wooden wedge used as a ladder on the cellar wall.

Fang Chang didn't put the cover back on, but left the lid open to ventilate the cellar. It will be much more comfortable to enter the cellar next time.

He took the burning firewood from the firepit, lit a fire in the kitchen, and started cooking with copper tripods, copper plates, and clay pots. All kinds of ingredients are cut, chopped, stewed, boiled and fried, and finally turned into delicacies in plates and bowls, placed on the table.

In addition to pickles and vegetables, he also steamed sweet potatoes and dried sweet potatoes as staple food, cut bacon and steamed them into slices, fried a fish, and made bean soup.

The rich variety of seasonings in the mountains, and the fact that there is no shortage of salt in the distant salt mines, made this meal very delicious.

It just so happened that Fang Chang's appetite had grown deeper and he was "happy", so he emptied all the food on the table.

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On this day, Fang Chang turned over from the cliff of Xianqi with a hammer and chisel on his shoulders, put down his tools, and began to tidy up.

But in his spiritual sense, he felt that a guest was coming.

"Fang Immortal, Zhang Chun is here to visit!"

Sure enough, when Fang Chang had just finished tidying up and was boiling water in the kitchen, a loud voice came from behind the cliff top.

"Welcome, please come here."

Fang Chang walked out of the house and saw Zhang Chun, the god of Yunzhong Mountain, with a half-grown boy, standing opposite the valley where Huanhuaxi was located, shouting loudly, as if standing outside the door.

It's no wonder they used it as the gate. Fang Chang's big stone engraved with the words "Huanhuaxi" is opposite to where the mountain god and the young man were standing.

Perhaps in the future, a small wooden bridge should be built and placed on the stream next to the boulder.

Otherwise, before the completion of the trestle bridge, the visitors could only be like the two of them. After Fang Chang went out to say hello, he tiptoed and walked forward on the raised stones in the stream, so as not to get his clothes and shoes wet.

Fang Chang walked to the middle of the open space, beside the chessboard under the ginkgo tree, and stood there waiting for the two of them.

Walking closer, Zhang Chun smiled and said, "Long time no see."

"It's been a long time indeed. Please sit down. My water is just boiling." Fang Chang led them to the stone bench next to the stone table, then went back to the house, took out the boiled water, opened the bamboo tube, took out some homemade tea leaves, and brewed them. Take the pot of tea, including the cups, to the stone table, and pour them out for the three of them.

He also sat down, but before he could speak, Fang Chang first smiled at the half-grown boy brought by Zhang Shanshen, "Why are you here too? This is the first time I saw you on Xianqi Cliff."

That boy turned out to be Hu Yun.

It's the grandson of the deceased fox demon Hu Feng. When Fang Chang saw him last time, this little fox hadn't yet taken shape.

The mountain god Zhang Chun said with a smile: "After the filial piety was over not long ago, and shortly after he came out of the grief of losing his grandfather, he easily transformed into a form. You really hit the mark, sir."

Fang Chang nodded and said, "It's expected."

When he heard the news of the death of the old fox Hu Feng before, Zhang Shanshen mentioned that Hu Yun was keeping his filial piety, so Fang Chang told the mountain god that the little fox might be about to take shape.

This is the opportunity of the other party, and the second is that "if you win the body, you win the hearts of the people first", being able to make an extremely humane etiquette of "keeping filial piety" proves that the little fox really has a human way of thinking.

However, Fang Chang didn't talk much about it. Every individual has its own fate, which is common sense.

Zhang Shanshen on the opposite side said:

"Recently, I heard a report from the wild beasts in the mountains that Fang Shangxian on the fairy cliff has returned, so I came to pay a visit."

"I brought Hu Yun because the other party has something to ask for, but it's not an urgent matter... How about we talk about a few rounds first? During the days when the husband is away, my hands are really itchy."

"I'm so happy, I miss it very much."

Fang Chang said with a smile, Zhang Chun was actually very lucky. He still remembered that when he went to Yuzhou this time, he met Gu Shan, a practitioner. Since none of the neighbors knew how to play Go, the other party could only play backgammon with other old men to relieve boredom.

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