Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Fang Chang went to look at his field, preparing to plan for the next autumn harvest.

When he went down the mountain not long ago, the crops had already grown, and the weeds were naturally covered, so there was no need to work hard. The crops in the fields are growing well, whether it is corn, wheat, sorghum, or various grains and beans, they all grow well. The land on the cliff is quite fertile, coupled with the strong spiritual power infiltration on the Xianqi cliff, the yield of these crops will not be low.

The heavy ears bent the crops, and all kinds of pods were full.

In the grotto warehouse on the cliff of Xianqi Cliff, there is still a lot of space left. However, the containers used to store grain may not be enough, and a few more need to be made, such as pottery jars or wooden boxes, or woven products, all of which can be used.

By the way, I need to burn some more lime, and replace the lime pile used to prevent moisture in the warehouse.

This time I went out and spent a lot of money. If I have time, I have to dig some more mines to replenish the gold and silver that was consumed.

The vegetable bed was already barren, and these annual melons and fruits had grown old one after another. Fang Chang simply used these overripe and inedible melons and fruits as seeds. After the seeds of these fruits and vegetables are dried, they can be stored and planted next year.

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With a new chess record in his arms and a small pot in his hand, Zhang Shanshen walked up to Xianqi Cliff, and it was already autumn.

The morning dew has receded under the sunshine, leaving dry and yellow grass leaves.

The lotus leaves in the pond on the cliff have already bloomed, leaving behind blossoming lotus pods and lotus leaves that still retain a little turquoise. The water in the Jade Pond has always been very clear. Looking in from the surface, you can see that the fish in the ground pond are already very fat, and they are swimming happily at the bottom of the pond.

The leaves of the ginkgo tree in front of the Unnamed Hall have turned yellow. But unlike the grass leaves, the ginkgo tree is a very bright yellow color, soft and warm, and the people who look at it are shocked.

From a distance, Zhang Shanshen saw Fang Chang working in the field.

Fang Chang was wearing a straw hat at this time, and holding a small iron piece in his hand, he was cutting off the heavy ears of grain in the field and putting them into the small pocket in front of him.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Shanshen was also embarrassed to force Fang Chang to play chess.

He was already familiar with this fairy cliff, so after greeting Fang Chang, he put the small pot in his hand on the side of the road, went to a far away work shed, took a small basket, and went to the field to help Harvest millet.

As for how to do farm work, the mountain god Zhang Chun also knew well, he went straight to pinch, and the speed was not slow.

The two were very fast, and they didn't talk to each other, they just buried their heads in their work. Soon, they finished harvesting the millet field.

The ears of grain are packed in several pockets, and there is also a big basket, which is protruding, and the pockets are also bulging. Fang Chang threw the baskets and pockets into the main hall of the Unnamed Hall, and he planned to rub the ears of grain when he had time at night. The straw in the field was also cut off by the two with a sickle, and they were bundled and piled up in the firewood shed.

Zhang Shanshen saw a new small house next to the firewood shed, so he went over to take a look curiously.

The windows of this newly built hut are inlaid with large pieces of glass, so the light inside is not bad, and the situation inside can be seen. He saw that there were two rows of long wooden shelves ordered inside the house, on which were stacked things like straw bales, which were still wet from the water, so he couldn't help asking curiously:

"What's going on in here?"

Fang Chang cleaned up his sickle and said, "It's a little troublesome to pick mushrooms in the mountains, and the varieties are messy. You often have to wait for the rainy season, and you can't always pick the best ones. And mushrooms are not like fungus. I cut oak logs and waited for them to grow in the woods. So I had nothing to do a few days ago, so I studied how to grow mushrooms in the house."

"Oh? That's it. This is the first time I've heard that mushrooms can be grown."

Zhang Shanshen looked into the room again, and this time he really saw something.

Those things that looked like straw bales had small mushrooms growing out of them. It seemed that this method was really effective, and he didn't know how it was done. He nodded and didn't say anything else.

Fang Chang went to the shed and put back inside the several tools he had just used to harvest the millet. It is a good habit for ordinary people and practitioners to put used items back in their original places.

After returning, he greeted Zhang Shanshen who was still watching by the window of the mushroom house, and went to the stone table in front of the Unnamed Hall. Because he knew that Zhang Shanshen came to look for him on Xianqi Cliff, and he would have nothing else to do. He must be addicted to chess and wanted to play chess with him. After teaching Zhang Shanshen how to play chess, the Shanshen became obsessed with it and worked tirelessly.

"Have you found a new chess record recently?" Fang Chang said with a smile.

When Zhang Shanshen heard it, he also laughed.

He took out the chess book from his pocket and showed it to Fang Chang: "An old friend in the south of the Yangtze River gave it to me. It is called Zonghengzhai Miaoshoushu. It is said that it was made by a master decades ago. After reading it a few days ago , I feel that the tricks inside are indeed exquisite and quite rewarding, so I just have a chance to give it a try today."

Walking to the stone table, Mountain God Zhang Chun found a long unframed painting on the stone table, covering the vertical and horizontal chessboard patterns on the table.

He took a closer look, was suddenly surprised, and sighed lightly.

this painting……

Zhang Shanshen discovered the extraordinaryness of this painting.

Although the drawing has not been completed, the general outline of the above has also been presented.

The scenery in the painting is extremely rich in layers of distance and near, and the colors are gorgeous and real. The completed farmland, houses, mountains and rivers in the painting are all vivid.

In Zhang Shanshen's induction, a farmer carrying a hoe in a field on the screen moved slightly.

Nowadays, the mountain god is full of incense every day, and his practice is so fast that it is no longer the same. He is naturally very confident in his eyesight, so he never thinks that this is his own illusion, only that there is something wrong with this painting.

Moreover, in his spiritual consciousness, the aura condensed on this painting is extremely deep, and it is also very conspicuous on this fairy cliff where the aura is already very strong.

"This painting is not simple..." Zhang Shanshen said to Fang Chang: "This is an unfinished magic weapon? What is its magical function?"

"I'm not planning to use it for anything." Fang Chang said, "I'm in a hurry during this period of time, so I draw a picture to relieve my boredom."

Perhaps out of excitement, Fang Chang didn't put away the painting in a hurry, but picked up the brush next to him, dipped some color on the painting, and traced twice, drawing a flower tree more clearly and vividly.

Zhang Shanshen asked, "Does this painting have a name?"

Fang Chang shook his head and said, "I didn't choose a name, maybe... just call him Mountain and River Map."