Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

When Chief Fang had purchased enough supplies, he walked back lightly like a squirrel who had collected his winter reserves.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked up at the sky.

The sun in the sky was bright orange, shining through a few white clouds, and the clouds covered a few clear shadows in the air, just like a few ink marks on white rice paper, with a strong contrast between light and dark, whoever saw it felt that now is a good time weather.

But Fang Chang shook his head, he grabbed a few people beside him, and said:

"There will be a storm three days later. You need to be prepared for confrontation. Tell others quickly."

"Ah? You are..."

Several people were stopped by Fang Chang, and suddenly learned of such important news, they were a little surprised.

Just when he was about to ask, he saw the man in white with a sword on his back and a big gourd on his waist, drifting away, and soon he was far away.

For a moment, they were in a trance, as if they had really seen a god.

So they couldn't help but believe eight or nine percent of what the man who had just left said. In the face of this kind of disaster warning, it is the best policy to believe whether there is a half-belief or not. So these people hurried back to let the family and neighbors prepare in advance, and at the same time advised those who were going to go to sea to wait for a few days.

This statement will soon spread, and when everyone around is talking, those who didn't believe it will go home to strengthen the doors, windows and walls, and they will be safe and sound in the ensuing storm.

Fang Chang returned to the East China Sea again, and headed east in his small fishing boat.

When the morning sun rises and shines on the bow of the boat, this small fishing boat floats on the vast sea and advances towards the light.

He didn't know where he was going, he just followed his heart and walked forward casually.

Sitting in the boat, Fang Chang took out some firewood from the backpack on his back, chopped it up with the Lingquan sword, and lit the small clay stove on the boat. In fact, coal was sold on the archipelago, but Fang Chang was the first to see firewood being sold when he was wandering around the island, so he only had half a carload of firewood in his backpack.

When the stove was hot, he put the small clay pot on the boat on the stove, took out a bamboo tube and poured fresh milk into it. He also bought it for two yuan when he saw it being sold on the island. Compared with the prices on the islands and the relatively low economic level, this price is still not expensive.

The waves shook the boat gently, and also shook the small clay pot, just in time to prevent the milk stains formed by the heat from sticking to the bottom of the pot.

When the milk boiled and rolled from the mouth of the pot, he lifted the small earthen pot and put it aside.

There is also a small pot sold by the original owner in the cabin. At that time, the original owner only took away the nets on the boat and cleaned the bottom hold where the catches were originally placed. The rest were sold as incidentals. I gave it to Fang Chang, so I still have a few daily necessities.

After brushing the small pot briefly, put it on the clay stove, and when the heat of the flame dried it, Fang Chang took out a small bottle of oil from his backpack and poured it into the pot lightly. The oil is produced on Xianqi Cliff, but he used the soybeans grown on the cliff to squeeze it out with his hands, so the output is very low and the stock is not much.

When the oil temperature rose slightly, he took out two eggs from Xianqiya in the package, cracked them lightly on the side of the pot, lowered his hands to the vicinity of the oil puddle in the pot, and carefully broke them open.

"Shhh-"

There was a slight sound, with a little beeping sound, and a little smoke rose from the pot.

The edge of the egg white gradually became slightly burnt, and although the inside was transparent, it was also a little solidified, and the yolk was still orange, just like the sun in the sky right in front of the bow. Using chopsticks, he carefully turned the fried eggs inside. After a few breaths, he took out a small plate, put two fried eggs in it, and took out a bowl and poured milk on it.

At this time, it would be better if there are a few slices of steamed buns fried, but unfortunately I don’t have them in my backpack, and I don’t want to use the pancake helmets inside instead.

Bite open the fried egg lightly, the inside is still steaming, the inner core of the egg yolk is not completely solidified, the softness inside and the crispy edge of the egg white complement each other.

"good!"

Fang Chang secretly praised the deliciousness of the fried egg, took a bite and chewed carefully, and then he took out a piece of paper from his pocket.

This was when he was on the island, he saw someone selling it, and out of curiosity, he bought a copy for a few pennies.

On it is a crude drawing, like a map and a password. Since it is just an imitation of the painting, the brushstrokes should have been out of shape, and it is not easy to recognize. On the top of the paper, there are a few words written crookedly with a pen. Treasure of the Thief Niu Lingbo".

It is a treasure map.

It seems that this kind of situation has been encountered enough, and the treasure map itself does not know whether it is true or false, and the success rate of finding it is too low, only young people who are not familiar with the world, idlers, and people with good things will come forward to join in the fun. I must buy it, but I like to chat around this topic.

When they saw Fang Chang buying it, some people booed:

"This gentleman, you bought his treasure map without asking whether it is true or not? Would you like me to draw another one for you!"

"I wish you a wealth of wealth and good luck! Ask for happy money, ask for happy money."

And the one who was a little more honest couldn't bear it, and persuaded: "My brother, you still have to be careful, don't waste time and effort, but fetch water from a bamboo basket in vain. Although you seem to be from the rivers and lakes, you still It's not worth getting involved in this matter." Fang Chang thanked him slightly in response.

The stall owner held his breath, blushed and shouted:

"What do you know?! This is all true. I have sold it for more than ten years, but some of them may have been found. Don't talk about it here, don't ruin my business!"

Seeing that he was really annoyed, everyone fell silent for a while.

On the other hand, Fang Chang smiled and said: "You don't have to worry, I just saw this by chance and bought it out of curiosity, not necessarily looking for treasures, and since this elder brother has dared to sell this picture everywhere for more than ten years , presumably there must be some truth in it.”

The idle man next to him continued to boo: "It's been sold for more than ten years, so why doesn't he go find it himself?"

The stall owner shook the scroll in his hand that claimed to be the original treasure map, and snorted contemptuously:

"Find it yourself? It takes time and money, and you're not afraid that your wife will run away with someone with their children? How can you keep copying and selling it? This is a long-term business. Which one is more worthwhile? Think for yourself!"

So the idlers didn't speak for a while, Fang Chang bowed slightly to the crowd, turned his head and left.

Sitting in the boat, he looked at the circles and forks on it, suddenly smiled, and then threw them into the small furnace as fuel. There is no need for a treasure map. After learning about this, Fang Chang planned to go and take a look in a simple and rude way.

Stretching out his hand and counting lightly, he knew the direction, turned the bow of the boat slightly, and sailed forward.

Since the Great Tribulation, many secrets in the world have been concealed. It has not been such a smooth situation for a long time.

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