Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

"good."

Fang Chang said, and then he stepped forward to inspect it, then randomly selected a rooster and two hens, took out money and said:

"I want these three, please help me install them."

"okay!"

Seeing that the visitor didn't even bargain, the stall owner who sold chickens and ducks was a little surprised, but he didn't show this surprise on his face at all, but prepared goods and collected money with a smile on his face.

The stall owner quickly took out a cage from the donkey cart, took out the three chickens without their wings, put them into a new cage, handed them to Fang Chang, and took a few large strings of copper coins from Fang Chang, carefully counting two chickens. After looking over and over again to check the fineness of the copper coins, I put them in my arms with satisfaction.

After the money and goods were settled, Fang Chang thanked him, took the cage and left, and turned on his body again by the way.

He unwrapped the package behind his back and stuffed the newly purchased chicken coop into it.

But the peddler who sold chickens and ducks at the back suddenly felt that something was not right.

"Hey, where was the guest officer just now?"

He clearly remembered that a man in white with a parcel, bamboo hat and sword on his back bought some chickens from him just now. But in a blink of an eye, there was no sign of the other party around, and there were no people in white clothes in the far left and right directions of the street, and he couldn't see his own chicken coop.

Only the heavy copper coins in his arms and a few missing goods on the ground proved that everything just now was not an illusion.

"Weird."

The stall owner just muttered a few words, and then continued to attract customers.

I don't have time to explore such strange things, maybe I am dazzled, and my family still has to eat.

…………

Fang Chang wandered to the tavern, looked at the base of the wall outside, because the harvest time was approaching, there were many fewer drinkers than before, and then went to the vegetable patch beside Huqiao Town, and then walked along the street, looking for Lao Xu's Mutton noodle stall.

After his continuous identification, it has been confirmed that this is the top-quality delicacy sold in Huqiao Town.

The most commendable thing is that the taste of the mutton noodles is constantly being improved by the stall owner, Lao Xu.

Now Xu Wuren, the son of the stall owner Lao Xu, has gone to Xingqing Mansion to study, and it seems that he no longer wants to engage in the noodle making business. At this time, Lao Xu's daughter Xu Lianrong and her son-in-law were helping at the noodle stall and had been appointed to take over the mutton noodle stall here.

No way, after many years, Fang Chang will eat noodles at Xu Lianrong and his wife.

He walked to the noodle stall, greeted Lao Xu and Xu Lianrong, then found a seat and sat down, shouting: "A bowl of mutton noodles, double mutton, and an egg."

"Okay~!"

Old Xu still cheerfully responded loudly, and then directed his son-in-law to pull the noodles, while he prepared the bowl and carefully arranged the mutton dipped in the stewed soup next to him. Xu Lianrong, who is already a mother, is quickly tidying up the tables and chairs on the noodle stall with two towels in hand.

Fang Chang looked at it and asked with a smile, "Old Xu, how old is your granddaughter?"

Old Xu raised his head and answered with a smile on his face, "It's been three months. My wife is taking care of it at home. It's going to be busy in the evening. I'm afraid the stall will be too busy, so Lianrong came to help me."

The setting sun in the distance was already close to the roof, and there were not many people at the noodle stalls, the number of them was very small, but the sources were very mixed.

There are pedestrians who missed the meal, or those who like to eat because of the name, and those who have just finished their livelihood and come here to order a bowl of tofu noodles to fill their stomachs and go home to sleep.

"Your face."

Lao Xu's son-in-law, a somewhat dull and stout man, carefully held the noodle bowl and placed it gently in front of Fang Chang. Fang Chang picked up the chopsticks and picked up a slice lightly. The dough was as thin as a cicada's wing, smelled strong and tasted very smooth, just like before.

He praised Lao Xu's son-in-law: "Not bad, not bad, you already have Lao Xu's craftsmanship. Are you already a teacher?"

The strong man chuckled, and wiped his hands with a clean towel around his waist.

On the contrary, Lao Xu was a little dissatisfied when he saw this. He glared at his son-in-law who just smiled and didn't answer, and then said:

"Yeah, although he looks like a piece of wood, he learned this skill very quickly. After teaching it a few times, he learned it thoroughly. After practicing a few times later, he is now able to operate it alone, which is very reassuring."

"The only problem is that this rammed product is not well-learned. Although the boiled noodles, stewed tofu, etc. are fast and good, but they have no idea how to change the mutton noodles to taste better. Maybe this It depends on Lianrong, she always has good ideas."

Next to him, Xu Lianrong came up to persuade him, "Father, don't blame him, he is just like this, just practice more in the future."

The daughter's soft voice made Lao Xu's dissatisfaction disappear: "Okay, okay..."

Fang Chang buried his head in eating the noodles, and the taste of the mutton noodles filled his taste buds. Even if he was eating at a normal speed, the noodles in the bowl were eaten quickly.

After eating the noodles, Fang Chang didn't get up in a hurry, nor did he rush to pay the bill. He just sat by the booth and observed the people passing by.

The altitude of the sun became lower, and there were more pedestrians.

Sitting at the table, Fang Chang listened to the diners who came to eat noodles and talked with each other, and he quickly learned many details of the world.

Not long after, a figure carrying a load came from the north.

The sun is low, and the shadow of the future person is obliquely elongated, filling a black shadow on the side of the street, but the part that is not completely contained by the road surface and reflected on the wall beside the road has a proportion close to that of a normal person.

The visitor came to the booth, carefully unloaded the burden on his back, put it out of the way, took out the shoulder pole, and poked it on the riverside, and then shouted to the stall owner: "Old Xu, come to Wanyang!" ...No, let me have a bowl of tofu noodles."

"Okay~!"

The owner of the stall, Lao Xu, replied, and then signaled his son-in-law next to him to start making.

The person who came was Xie Guang'an from Huaifeng Mansion. Now it seems that the economic situation is not good, and his consumption has been downgraded.

Fang Chang remembered that every time Lao Xie came to Huqiao Town before, he would come to Lao Xu's small stall and order a bowl of mutton noodles.

Gently waved his hands towards the opposite side, and the person on the other side immediately spotted Fang Chang, and said in surprise: "Hey, it turned out to be Mr. Fang, long time no see. Don't come here without any problems."

Fang Chang smiled and said: "Old Xie, you too, every time you come here is this time, you come from Long'an Mansion. By the way, why did you choose tofu noodles this time instead of the mutton noodles you liked before? Are you paid less for your traveling work?"

"Yes." Xie Guang'an sighed softly, and Fang Chang said: "The world is in chaos, and the situation of Huaifeng Mansion and Long'an Mansion is not very good. Life is not easy."