Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Although winter has just entered, some places in the north have already started to snow.

This is especially true in mountainous areas. When Fang Chang walked among the mountains, he could often see certain peaks covered with thick snow, whether it was rocks or vegetation, they were all of the same color.

Seeing that the position of the sun was already noon, Fang Chang stopped.

He didn't take the road, but walked directly through the mountains according to his temperament. After all, his feet were so strong that even cliffs could not stop him from moving forward.

Around the place where he stopped, he found a leeward place behind a few big rocks, and found a few dead branches to sweep away the snow, which was much thinner than other places. Take out the fire pocket, shake it slightly, light the firewood, shake it again and put it away.

It's just that after traveling for so long, the self-made papyrus has already been used up, and now it is filled with the fire paper he bought at the market, and the kindling he borrowed from the hotel when he came out in the morning.

He baked two pieces of dry food and ate them while they were hot. Fang Chang also scooped up the snow and roasted it beside the fire, and drank a couple of sips.

Not far away, plum blossoms bloom all over the hillside.

The plum stands upright in the snow, stretching its branches like arms, and the small white flowers gather to form a sea, and the fragrance spreads everywhere, which complements the white land covered with thick snow. If you don't look carefully, it's hard to tell whether it's flowers or snow on the ground under the blue sky.

"Mei Xu is three points inferior to Xue Xue, but Xue is inferior to Mei Duanxiang, haha."

Looking at the beautiful scenery, Fang Chang said to himself happily.

He got up to extinguish the fire, changed direction and walked around Merlin.

Not far away, there is a faint smoke rising, maybe it is someone's house.

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The two mountain villages face each other from a distance, and on both sides of a valley, there is a little smoke coming out of each.

The valley is relatively flat. It is considered to be the fields of two villages, but it is also covered by snow. It is hard to see where are the fields and where are the rice paddies. However, some fruit trees on the slopes are more distinct and easy to identify.

The road can already be seen here, and many footprints left on it.

Along the road, he walked towards the nearby mountain village.

Although the weather is cold, the villagers have more means of keeping out the cold due to the collection of enough willow catkins, reed flowers, and furs, and many people can be seen talking outside their houses. There are also children running wildly outside the house, singing nursery rhymes, jumping and playing, or chasing each other with snowballs in their hands.

Although there are several cooking smokes in the village, it is not the villagers who are cooking lunch.

Due to poverty, three meals throughout the year have not been popularized like other places in the world. During the slack season in winter, the village usually only eats two meals a day, but one of the meals is dry rice, which is also a gift from successive years of harvest.

Fang Chang walked into the village.

According to the normal situation, when seeing strangers entering the village, someone would come up to talk to them. But it seems that due to busyness, everyone just looked at him today, and then went about their own business, no one came up to ask questions.

He did not go to chat with the villagers, but walked slowly from one end to the other.

However, Fang Chang was very interested in the chat content of some villagers in the mountain village.

"...How long before we leave?"

It was the voice of a peasant woman, and she seemed to be asking about her husband.

"Don't worry, we won't start until another hour, and we have to wait until the people from the mountain village are ready, and they will come to inform us at that time." The man comforted in a relatively calm voice, "It's like this every year, and it's always been smooth. .”

"Don't delay the time, or the mountain owner will be angry, and it will be a big bad thing to affect next year's harvest."

The peasant woman was still a little worried.

The man's voice continued: "Well, if the time is approaching and no one comes, the two team leaders will send people to go down to the mountain village to ask. Don't worry, there will be no delay. Prepare dry food, the journey will take a long time Time, without strength, can’t do it.”

"Sigh, I don't know why the mountain lord set the time for paying tribute in the morning. He had to spend the night on the mountain, and he had to burn a lot of firewood." She complained slightly.

"The mountain lord is also the one who can talk too much? Be careful when you hear the punishment." The man's voice suddenly rose, showing a little panic, "Not only the mountain lord, but if the Yellow Flower God and the Five Stone Gods heard about it, they might punish the mountain lord and cut us off. The whole family makes a living. When we leave, you go to the temple at the end of the valley to offer incense and worship one by one, and then don’t talk too much.”

"I was wrong, I was wrong, blame me for talking too much, the mountain master don't blame me." The peasant woman patted her cheek lightly, indicating that she had been punished, she confessed a few words to the sky, and then asked her husband:

"Who is paying the tribute this time?"

"Yang's family from Xiashan Village, let's come from Shangshan Village and Xiashan Village in turn. This year it's Xiashan Village's turn. They will pay tribute. We just need to go with them. It will be our turn next year."

"Sigh, I don't know who's going to be next year. It's a pity that Zheng Dashi's five daughters were lost last year."

"Yes, but for next year's harvest, these are all worth it..."

Fang Chang in the village frowned.

He has very good hearing. Although the size of the village is not small, it is far inferior to the city. There are no dead ends for him, and he can hear anywhere, so he just overheard these words at the bottom of the wall by accident.

However, the meaning of the conversation between the two couples made him a little wary.

While thinking about it, the Lingquan sword on the back even made a slight "ding" in the sheath.

Fang Chang moved his feet and walked towards another village. He was going to go to Xiashan Village to have a look first. Since he met him, as a nosy practitioner, he would not ignore it.

The afternoon sun is strong, and the surface of the snow will melt slightly and then freeze after being exposed to the sun, so the surface is no longer as soft as it was when it just fell, but forms a hard crust. The wind blows in gusts, and the direction changes, but it can't blow anything from the hard snow surface. It can only roll up a few pieces of snow and then fall away.

Outside Xiashan Village, what Fang Chang saw was similar to that of Shangshan Village.

But a half-grown girl was dancing on the snowdrifts, but there were no children watching either, all alone.

He walked over and asked:

"Little girl, are you dancing?"

"Um."

The girl stopped, looked at Fang Chang, and said, "I like dancing, and I will dance here again today."

There was a little Xiao Suo in his tone that didn't match his age, which made Fang Chang a little curious, so he asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Yang Xiangyu, and my father is the third child of the Yang family."

It is very simple for the villagers to choose names, and so are the girls.

But then, the little girl looked at the village, and the other party said: "Uncle, I can't chat with you anymore, I have to go home when the time is up."

Then she ran quickly into the village.

Fang Chang watched her run into the village, frowning and listening.

No matter where it is, it is common for human beings to have different sorrows and joys. There are newlyweds bickering, some are cooking and eating, some are still doing handicrafts in winter to sell before the end of the year, and there are the sounds of idlers playing mahjong. Fortunately, Fang Chang has a strong spiritual sense, and he has long been used to it, just looking for the conversations he cares about.

Thank you Wang Banxian and Eslaiya for your reward.