Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Song Shan looked at the couch and sighed: "A few days ago, a few people suddenly came from the nearby prefectures, and they advertised that they can sell goods on behalf of others. They only need to pay a deposit in advance, and they can pick up the goods and sell them. If they can't sell them all, they can pay a high price. Repurchase. In the first few months, they did so, and they did repurchase those goods, so many people around invested their wealth in it.”

"But later, one day, all of them disappeared, including people and goods, and the promised repurchases were gone. Many people even borrowed money to join, including this one. The sandalwood incense is a valuable item, and ordinary people can't use it. In fact, how much can you sell in a few hundred miles around here? What's more, it's not worth the price at all, and it's all in your hands."

"Many people go bankrupt, but the lenders don't care about these things. They go around chasing debts and making the house a mess. Some people can't bear it, so they die immediately, or their wives and children are arrested to pay off debts. It's extremely miserable. This one was taken away." After buying the house and floating wealth, I can barely pay off my debts, but I have nothing..."

Fang Chang folded his hands in his sleeves, pinched slightly to calculate, was surprised, and asked:

"Do you know where this group of people come from?"

Song Shan said:

"I seem to have heard someone mention that this group of people is from Guangping Mansion? They claim that there are two luxurious sons there, one surnamed Song and the other surnamed Lu, who have started a great business together. They endorsed themselves and attracted a lot of money. people trust."

"But they wouldn't tell the truth if they thought about it. Which liar would have the confidence to tell his roots? He probably didn't know where he fled. The world is so big, and no one has the energy and financial resources to track it down. Sigh..."

Fang Chang hummed, thinking to himself.

Just now, after calculating, he suddenly discovered the traces of this group of criminals. He could only find a general idea, but the exact location was vague.

He is no stranger to this kind of situation, and it must be involved in this catastrophe. It should be done by some members of the enemy. He secretly remembers it in his heart, and plans to take care of it if it encounters it in the future.

The father and son of the Song family were about to start busy with the old man's funeral. After thanking Mr. Fang, they were about to send him out of the door. At this time, there was a knock on the courtyard door, followed by a very angry voice shouting outside the door:

"Is there anyone at home? The 'cai' has arrived."

But they did not find a straw mat as the deceased said, but took out their savings and ordered a thin-skinned coffin from a special store. Although they did not handle funerals, they could give the deceased a shelter. It can also be considered as benevolent.

However, the folks here are taboo about "delivering coffins to your door", so after mentioning it, they often use only the word "cai", which has the same sound as "cai", to seek auspiciousness. The coffin shop guys who are in charge of door-to-door delivery will be warned about this when they enter the business, and they must not make mistakes——

——so as not to be beaten out with sticks.

Fang Chang turned to let the door open, watching a few strong men carry the coffin into the small courtyard, and then settled the final payment with the Song family and his son.

He turned his head, raised the signboard turned into Lingquan sword in his hand, and walked outside.

The small town was still quiet, but some townspeople were walking back and forth. Hearing the Song family's father and son greetings, some people began to call their neighbors to help with the funeral.

But these have nothing to do with Fang Chang.

There are no taverns in the town, but there are several large vats of wine in an inn, which sells sorghum wine and rice wine without water. He added some sorghum wine to his gourd, then ordered two bowls of rice wine, and then poured himself some of the simple side dishes sold in the store before leaving here.

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After dozens of miles, the surrounding scenery is different from before.

The terrain here is not high, it is close to the river, and the temperature is suitable, so there are rice fields on both sides of the road. The style of houses in the villages and towns, as well as the customs and accents of the people, are also different from the places I have seen before.

Fang Chang had read some books, including the "Miscellaneous Notes on Geography, Mountains and Rivers" copied from Zhang Shanshen, which mentioned this place.

It is said that in ancient times, this place used to be a vast marsh with many fish and turtles, and a large number of aquatic monsters entrenched in it.

However, due to climate changes and changes in the river, Daze disappeared and became a vast farmland full of people.

The monsters also gradually disappeared, but the fish and turtles still breed in the many lakes left by Daze and become important food on the human table.

Even in roadside shops, Fang Chang can buy fish soup.

Recently, instead of taking the official road, he followed the winding path through villages and towns, and was occasionally called to see a doctor.

At this time, he would diagnose the patient's pulse and prescribe a prescription for the doctor to catch.

Fang Chang’s fees for seeing a doctor are as low as those of ordinary wandering doctors, so he often leaves after prescribing a prescription. Whether to use the prescription left often depends on the trust of the patient’s family in him. Moreover, it is not convenient to get medicine in the villages and towns, and along the way, there is no time left to wait for the patient's medicine to be cured.

The road is not all low-lying. The land here seems to have many folds, and there are many hills between the large rice fields.

There are often villages and towns on these difficult-to-irrigate hillsides. Because of this, there is a lot of rain in the area. It is necessary to prevent waterlogging from softening the houses and washing away household items. In other places, some vegetables or fruit trees are planted, and some northern crops are planted in some places.

Fang Chang was walking on a small path, and saw the round pears on the tree beside the road, which were very cute, so he couldn't help thinking of tasting them.

He saw a family by the side of the pear grove, so he knocked on the door.

"Is anyone at home?" Fang Chang asked, but with his hearing ability, he had already heard people moving around in the courtyard, and he could even tell their weight and approximate age.

"Here we come, wait a moment." A voice inside agreed, followed by footsteps.

The wooden door of some years opened with a creak, and then a young man poked his head out, saw Fang Chang outside the door, and asked, "Where did the guest come from? What's the matter?"

Fang Chang took out a few pennies and said with a smile:

"But when I passed by, I saw that the pears beside the road were growing well, and I wanted to buy a few to eat. Does the host know whose pear tree belongs to it?"

The young man laughed and waved his hands:

"The guest was joking. This pear tree does not need to be watered or fertilized. It grows by itself every year. If you pass by, you can pick it yourself when you are thirsty or hungry. How dare you ask for money? Please pick it up yourself."

Fang Chang refused, took out a copper coin and stuffed it into the young man's hand, then went to the side of the road, picked up a big juicy one, picked six or seven of them, and put them in a package. The remaining one is held in the hand, and there is no need to wipe it, just gently pat a descaling technique on it, and the pear will be as clean as if it has been washed.

One bite, the taste is sweet and juicy. Although it is not as good as the specialty of Huaifeng Mansion, it is still top-grade, and at least the pear skin is much thinner than the Yali pears of Huaifeng Mansion.

He gnawed on the pears, walked along the road under his feet, and came out of the pear forest in front of him.

With a slight turn, he was back on the official road.

There is an ordinary small town ahead, Fang Chang plans to go in and have a look, stay for two days, and then continue westward.

I wish you all a happy Children's Day and may you always be young.

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