Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Chapter 40 – 【Return To Xianqi Cliff】

Chapter 40 [Return to Xianqi Cliff]

Before coming out of the silk and satin shop, the shopkeeper of the silk and satin shop said that the square cloth used to wrap Fang Chang’s new clothes belonged to the outer packaging, so he gave it to Fang Chang when he checked out.

Being able to do this is considered a conscientious businessman.

Gein In this era, cloth, like copper coins, has the nature of currency and is a high-value item. Giving such a piece of cloth as a gift is equivalent to sending money.

Changing out of the old clothes, he wrapped them in this square cloth and stuffed them into the bag. Fang Chang looked around. Not far ahead was the tavern where he bought sorghum wine before. He weighed the gourd on his waist and walked towards it.

The environment in the tavern was similar to the last time I was here. Drinkers came and went. The benches by the tables, in front of the counter, and under the wall outside the tavern were all full of people. Dried peanuts, or drinking with iron nails.

Occasionally, someone would come in and ask for a bowl of the worst quality wine mixed with water, and when his neck dried up, he would wipe his mouth and stagger away.

Seeing Fang Chang approaching, the shopkeeper asked courteously:

“Guest officer, what kind of wine do you want?”

“The first-class wine, top it up.” Fang Chang handed over the gourd.

“Okay~”

The shopkeeper of the tavern swiftly opened the wine jar, opened the gourd stopper, and put the wine funnel in the middle to add wine, which was skillful.

After taking the filled gourd, Fang Chang asked:

“Shopkeeper, is your sorghum wine brewed by yourself or imported from outside?”

Hearing this question, the shopkeeper looked up at Fang Chang: “I don’t know how to make wine. Of course, these are imported from the outside. Fortunately, the spirits are drunk slowly and are not too heavy.”

Fang Chang continued to ask: “Does the shopkeeper know where to find some sorghum seeds?”

Under the current production model, there is no seed cultivation industry. Farmers grow things, mostly relying on their own seeds or private exchanges.

“Well, it’s really hard to find. If you have a need, you can go to the old Xie’s house who grows vegetables in the town. He grows vegetables all year round to supply various restaurants in the town, and often leaves some different seeds.”

“It’s easy to identify there. Walking all the way to the northwest of the town, you can see a large vegetable field in front of the door. He treats people kindly and is easy to talk to.”

“Thank you, shopkeeper, for your guidance.”

Fang Chang nodded his thanks, then he paid for the drink, carried the gourd, and walked towards the northwest of the town.

The large vegetable field is really easy to identify. Clusters of vegetables of various colors grow very robustly in the field, which is really gratifying to look at.

An old man is holding a bucket, holding on to the ladle, and carefully watering the vegetable field.

Although the income of garden irrigation is good, it has always been tiring and labor-intensive, and it is a test of patience and carefulness, so it is considered to have a high technical content.

“This old man invited me.”

The old man who was watering the vegetable field straightened up after hearing the words, and said, “I don’t know what’s the matter with the guest?”

Fang Chang told the other party that he was looking for “Old Xie who grows vegetables”.

The old man smiled after hearing this: “It’s me, I don’t know what the guests want? There are all kinds of melons, fruits and vegetables here.”

“But it’s not for this reason.” Fang Chang shook his head and explained his intentions: “I just found out that you have the most complete variety of seeds here, so I want to buy some seeds, especially sorghum.”

“That’s it.” The old man threw the water scoop back into the bucket, splashing some water: “The guest has found the right person. In the whole Huqiao Town, no one has more varieties of seeds and better quality than mine. Every time they If you have any fresh things you want to plant, you must first come to me to look for them.”

After finishing speaking, he took out the key and led Fang Chang into a room:

“Guests please choose by yourself. If there are any varieties you don’t know, you can ask me. If the demand is not large, you can just take it away without using money.”

Fang Chang walked in, and saw cloth bags of various sizes on the shelves in the room, all with their mouths open, exposing the seeds inside.

“This is sorghum, how much does the guest need?”

“A small handful is enough.”

“Then the guest can take it.” After the old man finished speaking, he grabbed a handful and was about to stuff it to Fang Chang.

Fang Chang took it immediately, took out a coin and handed it to the vegetable farmer surnamed Xie, who immediately began to refuse, and finally he had to say: “I am going to choose some vegetable seeds, not only these, but please feel free to accept it.”

Lao Xie gave up, put the copper coins in his arms, and then said: “The guests are so polite. These are the seeds I left for myself, and they cost nothing. Please choose more.”

Fang Chang only picked some common vegetables, each took a little bit, and then said goodbye to the old vegetable farmers.

The rest of the money is just enough to eat a bowl of mutton noodles.

Actually, it’s okay to buy two Tiger Cakes, but after thinking about it, Fang Chang found that for him, the handicraft of Lao Xu’s noodles is more suitable for his taste.

“Have a bowl of mutton noodles.”

“Okay~, please sit down, guest officer, hey, are you here again today?”

For Fang Chang, the noodle stall owner obviously still had an impression. He said hello, and at the same time kept moving his hands, quickly grabbed the dough and threw it into the pot.

The noodles are as thin as paper, and the water is tumbling up and down in the pot, and it is cooked very quickly.

While eating noodles, an acquaintance came over:

“Isn’t this Mr. Fang, we meet again.”

The person who came was Xie Guang’an from Huaifeng Mansion. He didn’t carry a pole this time, but carried a package half a person tall. After meeting with the stall owner, he put down the package and sat on Fang Chang’s table.

“Nice to meet you.” Fang Chang replied.

Not seeing each other for a few days, the two greeted each other a few words.

After Xie Guangan’s bowl of mutton noodles came, the two began to chat while eating. Soon, the topic turned to Pang Yuanwai who had been taken away.

After talking about the news he had heard, Xie Guang’an sighed: “The last time I saw Mr. Fang, I was still talking about this matter. I didn’t expect to see you this time, and that family that was originally in a desperate situation would have a big turnaround. It’s really a good thing.” It’s the gods who appear.”

Fang Chang nodded and continued eating noodles.

Laugh without saying a word.

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The way back to Yunzhong Mountain, Fang Chang walked very smoothly, and before evening, he returned to Xianqi Cliff.

This time he didn’t attract anyone’s attention, just like when he was going down the mountain.

Everything remains the same.

It is because he has not been active here these days, which made some grass sprouts grow much higher in the open space.

The sky is getting late, and the setting sun is gradually sinking to the horizon.

Pushing open the fence door of his thatched hut, Fang Chang took off the wine gourd from his waist first, and hung it on the bamboo wall.

Then, he picked up the firebow, touched some hay from under the bed board, and after confirming that it was dry, he drilled a log and lit a fire to light the firepit again.

The sun had already set, and the bright yellow firelight shone on the bamboo and wooden hut, bringing warmth and light, and dispelling the cold and damp feeling produced by the hut due to no one for many days.

The firewood and hay in the house are still dry, but the bedding on the bamboo bed is slightly damp.

Wait for the sun to come out tomorrow, you can bask in the sun, that way tomorrow night will be more comfortable.

Anyway, after he had achieved success in cultivation, Fang Chang was not afraid of the cold. He covered the quilt and laid the quilt just for comfort. Since it was a little damp, he simply folded the quilt and put it aside.

Then he lay on the bamboo bed like that, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and fell into a deep sleep.

The second update, thank you Xiao Xiao Dan Rushui for your reward! Xie Jianheng Yanzhu and Gray Mishui gave a reward.

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Recommend an urban seedling “I don’t want to make wine”, it is a new book by the author of the reborn pig farmer, who was approached by a wine making system and forced to make wine…

(end of this chapter)