Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

I only heard the silly eagle standing on the tree by the cliff, and suddenly spoke.

With a sharp and sour voice, it said loudly: "You are so stupid, don't you get tired of cleaning up and down like this, why don't you use your cleaning spell, I have seen you use it before."

Fang Chang was surprised, when did this carving also refine the horizontal bone?

It seems that after I left Yunzhong Mountain these few times, the creatures in the mountain have also changed a lot.

He smiled slightly in his heart, but his mouth was ruthless, and he scolded: "You are so rude! I clean my own land, it is only natural, and I can do it with cleaning spells."

The birds on the tree kept saying:

"Don't bluff, I see you use it a lot! Cleaning this place with spells is just like a joke. If you don't use it, you are stupid!"

Yashang is very idle on weekdays, and Fang Chang is also happy to bicker:

"I do this naturally because I want and like it, and labor creates human beings, so there is a real meaning in it. If everything can be solved by magic, then what is the point of living like a stone?"

"Ah!"

The eagle on the tree by the cliff dismissed it, turned around and flew to a higher branch, without saying a word.

Fang Chang shook his head and continued to work.

After he piled up the sundries he had swept up into his usual ash pit for composting, he looked back at the place on the cliff. After cleaning and tidying up, except for the somewhat collapsed original kitchen shed, the place is already very tidy.

The ground is delicate and flat, the breeze blows, the trees near and far sway, and the ripples in the pond are layer upon layer.

Fang Chang didn't stop. After changing the tools, he started repairing the grass shed and arranging the melons and fruits in the field.

The thatched hut that was originally used as a kitchen was no longer used for cooking, but Fang Chang still set it up again, and he was planning to add a firewood shed for himself. When there is nothing to do in the past few days, I will start the kiln to burn some charcoal for future use.

The melons and fruits in the ground are getting older and older because no one picks them, and some of them have dried into shells with ripe seeds inside. These are just collected and put on bamboo plaques to dry, and they can be used to sow seeds in the coming year.

The grain that could be harvested was also collected by him and put into the cellar and the storage room next to the cliff path.

In the past few years, the planting area has been continuously expanded, and Fang Chang has no shortage of staple food. Of course, this refers to his current consumption level, not to let go of his appetite-otherwise, even eating the entire Xianqi Cliff will not be enough for him. appetite.

The fish in the jasper pond are fat.

The water inside is very clear, the sun shines in through the gaps between the lotus pods and the dilapidated lotus leaves, illuminating the entire bottom of the pond brightly, swimming fish shuttle in it non-stop, and at the same time cast their own shadows on the bottom of the pond.

Standing on the road passing through the water, which resembled a bamboo bridge, Fang Chang copied the cheat sheet made of net twice, and caught two big fish in his hand.

At the outlet of the Jasper pond, that is, at the edge of the creek that formed the waterfall, the fish was cleaned up with a bronze sword. Fang Chang returned to the kitchen and threw some firewood into the fire in the fire pond that had already been lit. .

Then, he spread the fish with a few willow branches and placed it on the cleaned bronze grid.

Apply some oil, sprinkle some powdered refined salt from the Houshan Salt Mine, and then crush and sprinkle the precious spices from the Western Regions, and the fragrance will soon fill the cliff.

Fang Chang doesn't grill fish very often, because most of the fish he catches are dried or salted and stored for winter. And it was the first time for him to enjoy the fish fry stocked in Biyutang.

Gently tear off a piece, the fish is charred on the outside and tender on the inside, exuding heat.

The skin and flesh of the fish that came into contact with the flames were roasted to a golden brown color, while the parts that touched the grill still had scorching marks. The flesh of the fish is white, soaked in the scent of spices, and also has the fragrance of some mountain wood.

Because the teeth were good enough, Fang Chang was not wasted at all, not even the bones and fins were left, and they were all chewed up and eaten.

After getting up to clean up the battlefield, Fang Chang, who had just had lunch, returned to his room.

At the head of the bed, there is still the package that I carried on my way down the mountain this time. The space inside is very large, filled with a lot of sundries, and Fang Chang hasn't had time to clean it up yet. The Lingquan sword was still hanging on the wall safely, like an ornament.

He picked up the package, walked out of the hall, and came to the open space outside.

The first thing to be pulled out was a cage with several chickens, which he bought in Huqiao Town at the foot of Yunzhong Mountain. The roosters can be used to announce the dawn, and the hens can be used to lay eggs. Due to the self-contained space inside the package, these chickens are in good condition, except that they are a little hungry.

Fang Chang went down the mountain to get some bamboo sticks, surrounded an open space in the distance, put a few chickens in it, and scattered a handful of millet. A few very hungry chickens, without caring about anything else, rushed to the place where the corn was sprinkled, pecking non-stop.

After building a nest for them with thatch and branches, Fang Changcai walked back to the open space and continued to inspect the packages.

There are a lot of debris inside, and it is a bit messy.

Fang Chang took out the contents of the package one by one, and put them in the house, in the shed, in the storage room, and some of them were piled up beside him.

He even pulled out a small boat from the package.

This is really useless on Xianqi Cliff. Fang Chang held the boat in his hand, looked at it for a while, then walked to the edge of the cliff, and put the boat, which was only half a person tall and a few people long, upside down.

Placed like this, it looks like a sculpture.

After everything was sorted out, and even the unused silver coins from the trip down the mountain were thrown into the shed together with the silver and copper ingots obtained from the mines, Fang Chang turned his attention back to the package itself.

The package has become like a package of leather, and now it is just a piece of green cloth, which looks unremarkable and looks nothing strange. Anyone who sees this ordinary piece of blue cloth, which is even a little worn out and has a poor weaver, can't imagine that it can hold things far beyond its size—even including a small boat.

"Well, it's okay anyway, so I'll give you an upgrade."

Fang Chang said to the cloth in his hand, and then he took the parcel and walked into the hall.

Ever since he got metal, he has been running a kiln for a while, and made himself many tools suitable for life, whether it is a sickle hammer or an ax saw and a hoe, Fang Chang will make a piece of anything that may be used when he thinks of it. two pieces.

Different from the bulky utensils hanging in the work shed, what Fang Chang kept in his residence were all delicate tools, such as the bronze needle he was about to use.

It took him a lot of effort to make the pinholes, and in the end he had no choice but to spend time polishing them after casting them.

There is no need to worry about the thread, he has his own silk and a few cotton plants planted in the ground, and the thread can also be removed from the previous cloth and twisted into a material suitable for sewing.

He sewed the wrapped leather into a cloth pocket and added a tie. Then, I took some cloth strips and rolled them up, made a few thin seams to make them firm and flat, and then made two straps for the cloth pocket.

It is a fashionable backpack style.