Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

It turns out that although the adobe house has good thermal insulation performance, there are still not enough people here, and even the windows are kept small, just to make it warmer in winter.

The output of flat glass in the world is not high, and the price is still a bit expensive, so naturally it has not been spread to remote places like Mushroom Village. So on the windows here, the window paper is still pasted, and because of the temperature difference, it is all pasted outside.

There is a stove burning in the room, and there is a stove next to the stove. It seems that water has just been boiled in the stove, and the water temperature inside is very high, so the main room is a bit smoky. People here use a mixture of firewood and coal for heating, as if they burn whatever they have.

The Tuen Master surnamed Bai let Fang Chang into the back room on the west side, and took him and the middle-aged man surnamed Wu to the kang.

The stove, stove, and flue for heating water all pass through the kang, so the kang becomes the largest radiator in the whole house and the warmest place.

After ordering his wife to fetch water to make tea, Fang Chang and the two exchanged their names.

The village owner's surname is Bai, and his name is Baijing. The reason why he is called the village owner is that when his grandfather was young, he took two hunting forks and took the lead in opening up the open space and erecting the first house here. So in name, his grandfather, his father, and him are all the leaders of this small tribe.

However, due to the small number of people, the distribution model here is still relatively average, and the leaders often only rely on personal prestige to organize production and life, so the relationship between each other is relatively equal.

So when the middle-aged man surnamed Wu came, he broke into the courtyard and called him "Old Bai".

In other places, he would have been punished long ago.

And this middle-aged man's name is Wu De, and he is just an ordinary resident of Mushroom Village. Apart from being a good fisherman and hunter like most people in the village, he has no special skills or special features.

However, Wu De and Bai Jing are close friends, and they often walk around on weekdays, so when Fang Chang came this time, he was the first to think of Bai Jing's house.

Tunzhu Baijing looked at the sky and said to Wu De:

"Old Wu, go and call Zhuzhu and Sansheng'er, let's have a drink tonight."

"No problem, I'll go right away." Wu De responded readily, he raised his neck and drank the tea in the tea bowl, wiped his mouth and got off the kang, opened the door curtain and walked out.

Shirai turned his head, and the other party smiled and said:

"Guests take a break for now, and it would be most appropriate to have a drink or two with us later."

"Thank you, master." Fang Chang readily agreed.

Then he opened the backpack, pulled out a lamb leg, two hanging sausages, and a few courgettes, and said to Bai Jing:

"Here, these can be added as a dish."

Shirai was overjoyed when he saw the few dishes Fang Chang brought out.

Especially this emerald green courgette is very attractive to people who have not seen vegetables for a long time in the cold winter in the north. He hesitated a little, asked Fang Chang a few words, took it immediately after Fang Chang said, took it outside for his wife to cook, and then boiled water and warmed wine.

…………

It was already dark outside, and there was no light to be seen through the window lattice.

The room is still dark, but the main body responsible for lighting, the skylight that has penetrated through the window, has become a little lamp bean on the high table next to it.

It was a small tall porcelain cup filled with some oil of unknown composition, and then a length of rope twisted with thick cotton thread was used as a lamp twist. The lights were dim, and the occasional breeze blowing from unknown sources swayed slightly, casting the shadows of people and objects in the room mottled on the wall.

Several people sat in a circle, pushing and changing glasses.

Bai Jing's wife had finished the meal and had already taken the children to the back room to rest, while the couple in this room knelt and sat around the kang table to eat and chat.

The table was filled with steam, and several hard dishes were placed on the table, but the most popular one was the plate of cold pickled cucumbers. Everyone praised it and swept it away without waiting for the wine to be served.

Shirai is well-informed, and he said to the neighbors at the table:

"This kind of fresh melon and fruit has always been a rare and precious thing in winter."

"It's nothing more than the far south where there is no snow in the legend. It is said that in the north of the Central Plains, only the big cities with hot springs next to them will produce crops that are opposite to the normal season because of the favorable location."

"And they are often very expensive. It is normal for each small melon to be fried for one or two yuan, and it is also difficult to find, because they are all bought by those with power in the family, and they will be snatched up every morning."

Bai Sansheng was surprised and said:

"Ah! That's it! Didn't we eat several times for this meal today?!"

Bai Jing smiled and explained to them: "You can say that, otherwise why does this cold dish taste so good? Let's stop talking and drink."

After finishing speaking, he clinked glasses with several people, and the five of them drank the wine cups together. After each of them put the wine cups forward and lit the inside, they let Bai Jing pour the wine cups again. What they drink is strong wine, although it tastes poor without cellaring, it is full of energy, and it will flow into the stomach like a wire of fire when drinking, which is very enjoyable.

Fang Chang took a mouthful of stewed frozen tofu and asked:

"This Mushroom Village has no soil fence and the courtyard wall is short, so isn't it afraid of jackals and other ferocious beasts?"

Wu De tilted his chopsticks and replied slowly:

"It's too expensive to build a fence, we can't afford it, but when it comes to wild beasts, we are not afraid. We have little land here, and we live by hunting and fishing all year round. There is no shortage of hunting skills in the village."

"If there are ferocious beasts such as wolves coming, as long as the sound can be transmitted to each other, then we can let the beasts see that the steel forks in the village are not good enough, and just increase the harvest."

Then he began to recount the benefits of various prey to Fang Zhang, as well as the precautions for hunting.

The rest of the people are very familiar with this topic, and they can interject a few words from time to time, which is very useful. Their experience is very meticulous, compared to Fang Chang, who has always relied on brute force and absolute speed for hunting, and I don't know how many times more exquisite, which makes Fang Chang also listen with gusto.

When he was happy with the chat, Wu De also went to the wall of Baijing and brought a few hunting clips, bows and other equipment for hunting, and showed them to Fang Chang.

He also told Fang Chang:

"Every time before we go hunting, we have to go to a temple three miles away to pray a few times. It is said that the chances of accidents will be greatly reduced when we go hunting in the mountains. Of course, this is just a legend. Everyone is still used to worship when they set off. Last prayer."

"Who is worshiping in that temple?" Fang Chang asked.

"It is said that it is a local mountain god, but those young people in the village who are literate can't understand what is written in it." Wu De replied, "And it is really doubtful whether this mountain temple is accurate. It happened two years ago There was a monster around, and everyone was worried about it for a few days, but the monster was said to be still active, and there was no mountain god to get rid of the monster."