Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Hearing the boatman's introduction, Fang Chang readily agreed:

"Okay, then send me to the market to have a look."

"okay."

The boatman lightly exerted force, and with a push of Changhao in his hand, the boat turned half a circle, turned into a branched waterway, and headed towards the market.

During this section of the journey, the water surface was much wider, and a large number of small boats began to appear.

Those above are either people who are going to the market, or those who come back from the front with their harvest. People who are familiar with each other are shouting and saying hello with soft local voices across the water. Restock in, or send out bulky or bulk-bought items.

From far away, you can hear the cries, conversations, and bargaining in the market.

Fang Chang reckoned that the place was even more prosperous than what the boatman described.

"Guest officer, we're here." The boatman gently leaned the boat against the shore, and then used wormwood to support the bottom of the water, fixing the boat to the shore, and then said to the other party chief: "Be careful, step on it firmly."

The boat fare had just been paid, Fang Chang stood up from the bow of the boat, jumped to the shore, and said goodbye to the boatman. The boatman returned the salute lightly, then picked up the boat and pushed it up, and the boat changed its position - he went there to wait for the customers coming out of the market.

Perhaps the bazaar is just a common name for the locals.

In Fang Chang's view, this is a completely big town with many houses, but the livelihood of the people inside is all about trading and trading ancillary industries. There are no fields or farmers here, but there are a few workshops, which are tinkling non-stop, and it sounds like the business is doing well.

After wandering around for nearly two hours, he walked from one end to the other.

"It's really big enough."

Of course, Fang Chang was just like an ordinary person, pacing slowly in this market, and occasionally saw interested stalls to take a look, asked about prices, or saw interesting things happening, and gathered around to join in the fun. The only difference may be that when people pass by, they will subconsciously step aside a little, so as not to rub shoulders with them.

"How do you sell stinky tofu?"

Walking to the end of the market, there are several stalls selling stinky tofu together.

After observing it, I found out that this is the downwind of the market, so they gathered here and operated in a specially designated area so as not to interfere with other people's business - Fang Chang heard from the surrounding chatter, This was the decision made by many stall owners and merchants in the market.

"What kind do you want? Fried stinky tofu costs 10 yuan and 6 yuan, and ordinary marinated stinky tofu costs 3 yuan."

"Well, here's a deep-fried one."

"Okay, wait a moment, guest officer."

"Leave some minced garlic and eat it here." Fang Chang put out two strings of coins, and then said: "Pack me another thirty ordinary ones."

"Ah? This... the guest officer, did you bring any utensils? Ordinary juice is dripping and soft, so it's not easy to carry." The stall owner looked at Fang Chang's hand and said hesitantly, "Do you want to buy one? Bamboo tubes? Very cheap, or earthen pots and small bowls are also good."

Fang Chang looked at the things on the booth, then took out a large bowl from his rucksack, and said, "Wrap it in parchment paper, just put it in the bowl with me."

The stall owner hesitated for a while, and then did as he said. He opened the jar, put the tofu in a bowl and handed it over, and then counted out a few pieces with different styles, and put them in the nearby low-heat oil pan to fry. The tofu is rolled up and down in it.

Put the bowl of tofu back into the backpack and watch the stall owner move.

Another person came over and asked for a copy.

The person who came was actually wearing an official robe and hat, and black cloth boots, which was the attire of an official from a new force.

The stall owner seemed to be familiar with him, and said earnestly: "The official is here again today? Go and sit at the table, as usual, it will be fried soon."

The official who bought the tofu shook his head and said:

"Today is different. Fry a portion of what I eat here, and take another portion with me. I will lend the bowl to you and return it to you later."

Then, he took out the money from his sleeve, put it on the booth, walked to the side by himself, and sat down at a small table.

"Okay." The stall owner responded.

He put the fried tofu into a small porcelain pot, cut it open with long chopsticks, then added several kinds of ingredients, and scooped out two spoonfuls of his homemade soup, poured it on top, and then brought a clean bowl over, set it up Pass it to Fang Chang. The stall owner was quick and quick, and immediately began to fry the parts that the officials wanted.

Fang Chang took the bowl, went to the side of the official, nodded to him, and then bowed his head to enjoy.

The other party looked at Fang Chang who was eating tofu, and smiled familiarly:

"The tofu here is great, isn't it? I come here every now and then. Fortunately, the salary here is complete. I can eat enough for one person and the whole family is not hungry, so I can afford it."

"The taste is really good. Do you like this mouthful?" Fang Chang asked.

The official smiled and replied:

"That's right, I really like the stinky tofu fried here. In fact, the non-fried tofu is better, and it tastes more delicious, and it's cheap, heavy in salt and strong in taste. Poor people buy a few pieces, and it tastes like a meal. It’s good. But I ate too much of this back then, and now I don’t like it very much.”

"The stinky tofu used for frying is slightly different from the marinated stinky tofu when it is marinated. After frying, the smell is not so strong, and the method of preparing the seasoning soup here is very good, so I prefer it. I like fried."

At this time, the stall owner had already fried the tofu he wanted, and the official thanked him for taking it, and then began to chew on it.

Fang Chang didn't continue to talk, but after finishing the bowl, he went to the stall again: "I want another one."

The stall owner immediately got busy.

At this time, a voice next to him caught his attention:

"...Why don't you believe me when I tell you? It's true that there is a mountain gate who has turned into a spirit. The one I met the year before last, how could it be fake?"

"But I've never heard of the rumors, so I'll forget it if I can't stand alone. It's clear why there is such a thing as a monster. Did you see that your broom can move?"

"Okay, okay, I can't beat you every time, get down to business, and move on to the next one."

Fang Chang became a little curious, he could tell that the person who said there were goblins was not lying, and there were indeed goblins in this world. It's just that the "mountain gate squat" they are talking about, I don't know what it is, and where is the place that person mentioned.

He didn't intend to delve into this matter. After all, Fang Chang was just passing by during this trip to the south of the Yangtze River. He planned to go south all the way to the south to find the Vermilion Bird Hall of the monsters. When things happen on the road, if there is a predestined relationship, they will naturally get involved, and if there is no predestined relationship, there is no need to take the initiative to cause trouble.

At this time, the officials next to him had finished eating, so he took another bowl from the stall owner, and walked away with it.

Thank you for the super screw reward.