Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Before coming out of the silk and satin shop, the shopkeeper of the silk and satin shop said that the square cloth used to wrap Fang Chang's new clothes belonged to the outer packaging, so he gave it to Fang Chang when he checked out.

Being able to do this is considered a conscientious businessman.

Gein, in this era, cloth, like copper coins, has the nature of currency and is a high-value item. Giving such a piece of cloth as a gift is equivalent to sending money.

After replacing the old clothes, he wrapped them in this square cloth and stuffed them into the bag. Fang Chang looked around. Not far ahead was the tavern where he bought sorghum wine before. He weighed the gourd on his waist and walked towards it.

The environment in the tavern was similar to the last time I was here. Drinkers came and went. The benches by the tables, in front of the counter, and under the wall outside the tavern were all full of people. Dried peanuts, or drinking with iron nails.

Occasionally, someone would come in and ask for a bowl of the worst quality wine mixed with water. He would dry his neck, wipe his mouth, and then stagger away.

Seeing Fang Chang approaching, the shopkeeper asked courteously:

"Guest officer, what kind of wine do you want?"

"The first-class wine, top it up." Fang Chang handed over the gourd.

"Okay~"

The tavern manager deftly opened the wine jar, opened the gourd stopper, and made the wine funnel point towards the middle to add wine, which was very skillful.

After receiving the filled gourd, Fang Chang asked:

"Shopkeeper, do you brew this sorghum wine yourself or buy it from outside?"

Hearing this question, the shopkeeper raised his head and glanced at Fang Chang: "I don't know how to make wine. Of course, these are imported from the outside. Fortunately, the spirits are drunk slowly and are not too heavy."

Fang Chang continued to ask: "Then does the shopkeeper know where to find some sorghum seeds?"

Under the current production model, there is no seed cultivation industry. Farmers grow things, mostly by keeping their own seeds or exchanging them privately.

"Well, it's really hard to find. If you have a need, you can go to the old Xie's house who grows vegetables in the town. He grows vegetables all the year round for the restaurants in the town, and often leaves some different seeds."

"It's easy to identify there. Walking all the way to the northwest of the town, you can see a large vegetable field in front of the gate. He is kind and easy to talk to."

"Thank you, shopkeeper, for your guidance."

Fang Chang nodded his thanks, then he paid for the drink, carried the gourd, and walked towards the northwest of the town.

The large vegetable field is really easy to identify. There are clusters of vegetables of various colors, which grow very vigorously in the field, and it is really gratifying to look at.

An old man is holding a bucket, holding on to the ladle, and carefully watering the vegetable field.

Although the income of garden irrigation is good, it has always been tiring and labor-intensive, and it is a test of patience and carefulness, so it is considered to have a high technical content.

"This old man invited me."

The old man who was watering the vegetable field straightened up after hearing the words, and said, "I don't know what's the matter with the guest?"

Fang Chang told the other party that he was looking for "Old Xie who grows vegetables".

After hearing this, the old man smiled and said, "It's me. I don't know what customers want? There are all kinds of melons, fruits and vegetables here."

"But it's not for this reason." Fang Chang shook his head and said his intention: "I just inquired that you have the most complete variety of seeds here, so I want to buy some seeds, especially sorghum."

"That's it." The old man threw the water scoop back into the bucket, splashing some water: "The guest has found the right person. In the whole Huqiao Town, no one has more varieties of seeds and better quality than mine. Every time they If you have any fresh things you want to plant, you must first come to me to look for them.”

After that, he took out the key and led Fang Chang into a room:

"Guests, please choose by yourself. If there are any varieties you don't know, you can ask me. If the demand is not large, you can just take them without paying."

When Fang Chang walked in, he saw large and small cloth bags on the shelves in the room, all with their mouths open, revealing the seeds inside.

"This is sorghum, how much does the customer need?"

"A small handful will do."

"Then the guest can just take it." After the old man finished speaking, he grabbed a handful and was about to hand it to Fang Chang.

Fang Chang took it immediately, took out the coin and handed it to the vegetable farmer surnamed Xie, who immediately refused, and finally he had to say: "I'm going to choose some vegetable seeds, not only these, but please feel free to accept it."

Lao Xie just gave up and put the copper coins in his arms, and then said: "The guests are so polite, these are the seeds I left for myself, they don't cost much, please choose more."

Fang Chang only picked some common vegetables, each took a little bit, and then said goodbye to the old vegetable farmers.

The rest of the money is just enough to eat a bowl of mutton noodles.

In fact, it is also okay to buy two Fuhu cakes, but after thinking about it, Fang Chang found that for him, the handicraft of Old Xu on the side was more suitable for his taste.

"Have a bowl of mutton noodles."

"Okay~, please sit down, guest officer, hey, are you here again today?"

For Fang Chang, the owner of the noodle stall obviously still had an impression. He greeted him, and at the same time kept moving his hands, quickly grabbed the dough and threw it into the pot.

The noodles are as thin as paper, and they float up and down in the pot while the water is tumbling, and they are cooked quickly.

While eating noodles, an acquaintance came over:

"Isn't this Mr. Fang? We meet again."

The person who came was Xie Guang'an from Huaifeng Mansion. He didn't carry a pole this time, but carried a package that was half a person tall. After meeting with the stall owner, he put down the package and sat down on Fang Chang's table.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Fang Chang replied.

Not seeing each other for a few days, the two greeted each other a few words.

After Xie Guangan's bowl of mutton noodles came, the two began to chat while eating. Soon, the topic turned to Pang Yuanwai who had been taken away.

After talking about the news he had heard, Xie Guang'an sighed: "The last time I saw Mr. Fang, I was still talking about this matter. I didn't expect to see you this time, and that family that was originally in a desperate situation would have a big turnaround. It's really a good thing." It's the gods who appear."

Fang Chang nodded and continued eating noodles.

Laugh without saying a word.

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On the way back to Yunzhong Mountain, Fang Chang walked very smoothly, and before evening, he returned to Xianqi Cliff.

This time, like when he descended the mountain, he didn't attract anyone's attention.

Everything remains the same.

It's just that he hasn't been active here these few days, which made some grass sprouts grow much taller in the open space.

It was getting late and the sun was sinking towards the horizon.

Pushing open the fence door of his thatched hut, Fang Chang took off the wine gourd from his waist first, and hung it on the bamboo wall.

Then, he picked up the firebow and touched some hay from under the bed board. After confirming that it was dry, he drilled a log and lit a fire to light the firepit again.

The sun had already set, and the bright yellow light of the fire shone on the bamboo and wood hut, bringing warmth and light, and dispelling the cold and damp feeling produced by the hut due to no one for many days.

The firewood and hay in the house are fairly dry, but the bedding on the bamboo bed is slightly damp.

Wait for the sun to come out tomorrow, and you can bask in the sun, so that tomorrow night will be more comfortable.

Anyway, after he was successful in cultivation, Fang Chang was not afraid of the cold, and the quilt was just for comfort. Since it was a little damp, he simply folded the quilt and put it aside.

Then he just lay on the bamboo bed like that, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and fell into a deep sleep.

The second update, thank you Xiao Xiao Dan Rushui for your reward! Xie Jianheng Yanzhu and Gray Mishui gave a reward.

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