Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Since the main business of the residents in this oasis is to provide accommodation and services for caravans, the sparrows are small and complete, and there are all kinds of shops.

After the weather improved, the various caravan members who were resting in the oasis got out of the house for activities.

There are also some residents who come out with buckets and brooms to clean the courtyard, clean the front door and the street, and sweep the dust covering the ground to other places.

"Those are Sand Bandits."

Facing Sang Ziping, Fang Chang gestured to the small shop next to it with its windows open. There were a few people with gloomy faces sitting at a small table inside and eating wine in silence.

They just glanced inside a few times, but didn't pass by.

The oasis is where everyone stays, not only for caravans, but also for sand bandits who live by plundering in the desert and occasionally work part-time.

Because the interests are related and closely related, everyone is deliberately maintaining the environment in the oasis.

No matter how chaotic the place is, there are rules, which restrict everyone and protect people to some extent.

The food here is full of western style.

The oasis does not produce food. Although it is not profitable to transport food here, there are also caravans who make a living from it.

Because this oasis is not far from the edge of the desert, this route is not very risky. For some small caravans with weak strength, it is also a steady and steady job.

The staple food here is rice noodles, but millet from the Central Plains is rare here.

Rice is not suitable for eating elsewhere, so residents often cook it for themselves.

For outsiders, there are large scones.

For the convenience of storage and portability, when making the staple food here, a lot of oil and sugar are used, a little salt is mixed in, and a lot of dried fruit is added to increase nutrition, and then the reconciled dough is rolled into pancakes, Put it in the oven dug on the spot and bake it.

Then, the big baked naan will be stacked and even worn, as a food supplement for the caravan after stopping here.

There is not enough food in the town for livestock, so the meat here is expensive and rare.

However, there was no shortage of milk and dairy products. Fang Chang and Sang Ziping bought a large piece of naan bread, and when they were touring the town, they found a family selling cheese in bowls.

They each bought a portion and ate it on the spot. The cheese in the bowl melted in the mouth, the taste was silky, sweet but not greasy, and unexpectedly rich in layers, very refreshing.

Sang Ziping finally couldn't help being curious, and asked Fang Chang:

"What is Mr. Fang planning to look for in this town?"

Fang Chang returned the small bowl that he had eaten to the shopkeeper, then looked at the blue sky that looked high and far away, and replied:

"I just walked around here. After listening, I already have a rough score. There is a tavern not far ahead, let's go and have a look."

"Mr. Yifang."

Sang Ziping nodded without asking further questions.

The tavern has an exotic style, even the shape of the house is different from that in Guan, especially the interior decoration.

However, the patterns on the door curtain are all styles that I have seen before, but the cotton cloth used to make the door curtain comes from Jiangnan.

There, the weavers spun the cotton into thread and wove it into cloth, which was then printed and dyed in large vats, and then into pieces, which were transported here by caravans over thousands of miles.

"What do the two guest officers want?"

"What kind of wine is here? Are there any appetizers?" Fang Chang asked.

The tavern keeper was very attentive and said:

"The shop has good wine from the west, as well as homemade sweet rice wine, all of which are good. There are also fried beans, mixed cucumbers, and pickled ebony plums from them, all of which can be served as side dishes."

"Wine?" Fang Chang said, "Give me a gourd first." After finishing speaking, he untied the gourd from his waist and put it on the counter.

The shopkeeper took a sniff, his face showing embarrassment:

"Guest officer, this gourd of yours was used to hold other wines before. If you put wine in it again, be careful of the smell."

Fang Chang was not worried about this, he said with a smile:

"You just add it."

The tavern manager turned around, took out a clean funnel, and unplugged the large wooden barrel against the wall.

In an instant, the aroma of the wine gushed out together with the wine in the barrel, and the amber juice gurgled into the gourd. It was estimated that after hitting a gourd, the shop owner slammed the plug back, then roughly estimated the price, and reported it to Fang Chang.

What he didn't know was that Fang Chang had worn this gourd with him for a long time, and he had already fulfilled his wish.

As soon as Fang Chang had a thought, the gourd smoothly filled the wine inside, and it would not confuse with the original large amount of sorghum wine. As a mortal, the tavernkeeper has no ability to feel whether the gourd is full, and can only estimate it by experience.

Putting the wine gourd back into his waist, he took out the money from the package and settled the bill. Fang Chang said to the shopkeeper again:

"Have a jug of wine, and serve them with the best appetizers in your store."

Then he and Sang Ziping walked to both sides of the table next to him, brushed off the dust, and sat there.

Seeing the shopkeeper turn his head to fetch wine with a jug, and ordering his wife in the back kitchen to prepare some appetizers, Chang Fang suddenly asked:

"Shopkeeper, how is the Western Region recently? Is it peaceful?"

"The guest officer said 'Taiping'?" The shopkeeper said with a smile: "I haven't seen any peace since I was born. But the situation is really bad recently. Whether it is the Central Plains or the Western Regions, there are troubles. I don’t know what the end result will be, alas.”

Seeing the shopkeeper shaking his head again and again, Fang Chang continued:

"Then in the Western Regions, is there any strange event? The kind that is difficult to explain."

"This... there are some, I wonder what the guest officer likes to hear?" The shopkeeper held the jug, put it on the table for Fang Chang and Sangzi, and brought a few plates of appetizers to set up, and was going to give it to him. They poured wine, but were stopped by Fang Zhang.

"Is there anything related to the legend of monsters?"

"Isn't that everywhere!" The shopkeeper didn't have much business in the store at the moment, so he just pulled the stool next to him and sat down, chatting with Fang Chang, "There have been many rumors related to monsters throughout the ages. But Don't tell me, I really came to think of something."

"Out of this desert, go northwest. There is a huge lake in the desert. Many people even call it Juhai. It relies on water to support many people. To the north of Juhai , Several towns suddenly disappeared, and it is said that they have something to do with the monsters living in the sea."

"But I've never seen a monster, so I'm not sure about it. What if it was done by some bandits who have become popular? It's not sure. And it's quite boring, let alone The Western Regions are so barren, what are the monsters doing here?"

"Compared to these, there have been quite a few haunted stories in the past few years, and some of them are quite interesting. If the guest officer is interested, I can tell you about them."

Fang Chang nodded, he already knew the information he wanted to ask: "Thank you, but there is no need."