Chapter 145 [Skipping and playing games]
The firewood in the firewood room was still dry, so I threw a few descaling techniques on the tables, chairs and beds, and took a broom and dustpan to sweep the ground carefully.
After pouring the dust into the ash pit not far away, Fang Chang took out the original fire-making tools and rekindled the flame in the fire pit.
This way of making fire is a bit outdated, and it doesn't match the style of the full set of bronze tools in the shed. Fortunately, he doesn't lack time, let alone the strength to drill wood to make fire.
But Fang Chang still decided that when he was in the mood in a few days, he would make a fire bow and use it, which could save the fire for a short time, and it was convenient to use, instead of using a wooden block to press the drill pipe to pull the fire bow as before.
The bright orange flame ignited, and the warmth radiated instantly, making the cottage that has experienced winter come back to life.
Unwrapped the package, took out the contents and put them back in order, and folded the fur skins and put them away. After taking a look, Fang Chang took off the gourd at his waist and pulled off the cover.
Now that I've been busy, it's time for dinner.
He was going to get himself something to eat.
Food and the like are still as usual, but the vegetables and fruits placed outside have been rotten.
The rest of the dried fruit, bacon, air-dried fish and birds, mushroom skewers, and dried potatoes are also intact, and the pickles in the pottery jar are just on fire.
Fang Chang is going to make the first meal after returning to the cliff, and make it richer.
Most of the vegetables and fruits are still stored in the cellar. Those were prepared to survive the winter, so he specially selected some varieties that are durable to storage. Now that spring has begun, many of them should be rotten and inedible.
He was going to go down to have a look, and if there were any edible ones, he would take some to use, and the rest of the rotten parts would be cleaned up after eating.
The small cellar is not far from the kitchen.
Fang Chang deliberately avoided underground water veins, dug a deep pit in a dry place, sprinkled lime, spread beams and thatch as a roof, and then spread a thick layer of mud mixed with grass leaves, leaving only a small square hole. For access.
Lifting the cover of the cellar door, he jumped in lightly.
As the cover was lifted by Fang Chang, a beam of sunlight shone in from the small cellar above, slanted on the wall, and the reflected light brightened the cellar.
It's not broken?
Fang Chang saw that in his small cellar, no matter whether it was stored sweet potatoes, plant tubers, or vegetables and fruits, except for some of them looking wilted due to the dryness and lack of water in the cellar, none of the piles were really rotten.
He chose the one that looked more delicious, and filled it with half a bamboo basket.
Another thing that surprised Fang Chang was that he felt uncomfortable breathing.
Fortunately, I am a practitioner. If an ordinary person lives alone on the mountain like this, if he jumped down recklessly like he just did, he should have entered a dying state by now due to inability to breathe and poisoning.
I think this is because the fresh goods stored in the cellar are still breathing, which changes the air composition in the cellar. At the same time, the change of air composition is also the reason why these vegetables and fruits do not rot.
So in the folk, cellars that have not been opened for a long time must be ventilated before entering.
Some people even try to use candles or firewood. If the lights go out, they cannot go down. It's just that there are often people who don't understand this matter, just like what Fang Chang did just now, and died in the cellar.
Fortunately, for Fang Chang, a practitioner, breathing is just a habit, which is of no use. Apart from discomfort, he is safe and sound.
With the basket on his shoulders, he climbed out of the cellar by stepping on the wooden wedge used as a ladder on the cellar wall.
Fang Chang didn't put the cover back on, but opened the lid to ventilate the cellar. It will be much more comfortable to enter the cellar next time.
He took the burning firewood from the firepit, lit a fire in the kitchen, and started cooking with copper tripods, copper plates, clay pots, etc. All kinds of ingredients are cut, chopped, stewed, boiled and fried, and finally turned into delicacies in plates and bowls, placed on the table.
The mountains have a rich variety of seasonings, and there is no shortage of salt in the salt mines in the distance, which makes this meal very delicious.
It happened that Fang Chang's appetite had grown deeper and he was "happy", so he emptied all the food on the table.
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On this day, Fang Chang turned over from the cliff of Xianqi with a hammer and chisel on his shoulders, put down his tools, and began to tidy up.
But in his spiritual sense, he felt that a guest was coming.
"Fang Xianchang, Zhang Chun came to visit!"
As expected, when Fang Chang had just finished tidying up and was boiling water in the kitchen, there was a shout from behind the cliff top.
"Welcome, please come here."
Fang Chang walked out of the house and saw Zhang Chun, the **** of Yunzhong Mountain, with a half-grown boy, standing opposite the valley where Huanhuaxi was located, shouting loudly, as if standing outside the door.
It’s no wonder they used it as the gate. Fang Chang’s big stone engraved with the words "Huanhuaxi" is opposite to where the mountain **** and the young man were standing.
Maybe in the future, a small wooden bridge should be built and placed on the stream beside the boulder.
Otherwise, before the completion of the trestle bridge, people who come here can only be like the two of them. After Fang Chang went out to greet him, he tiptoed and stepped on the raised stones in the stream to avoid getting wet on his clothes and shoes.
Fang Chang walked to the middle of the open space, beside the chessboard under the ginkgo tree, and stood there waiting for the two of them.
Walking closer, Zhang Chun smiled and said, "Long time no see."
"It's been a long time indeed. Please sit down. My water is just boiling." Fang Chang led them to the stone bench next to the stone table, then went back to the house, took out the boiled water, opened the bamboo tube, took out some homemade tea leaves, and brewed them. Take the pot of tea, including the cups, to the stone table, and pour them out for the three of them.
He also sat down, but before he could speak, Fang Chang turned to the half-grown boy brought by Zhang Shanshen and said with a smile: "Why are you here? This is the first time I saw you on Xianqi Cliff."
The boy turned out to be Hu Yun.
is the grandson of the deceased fox demon Hu Feng. The last time Fang Chang saw him, this little fox had not yet transformed.
Shanshen Zhang Chun smiled and said: "After the end of his filial piety not long ago, and shortly after he came out of the grief of losing his grandfather, he easily transformed into shape. You really hit the mark, sir."
Fang Chang nodded and said, "It's expected."
When he heard the news of the death of the old fox Hu Feng, Zhang Shanshen mentioned that Hu Yun was keeping his filial piety, so Fang Chang told the mountain **** that the little fox might be about to take shape.
This is the opportunity of the other party, and the second is "if you win the life, you win the hearts of the people first", and can make an extremely humane etiquette of "keeping filial piety", which proves that the little fox really has a human way of thinking.
However, Fang Chang didn't talk much about it. Every individual has its own fate, which is common sense.
The opposite Zhang Shanshen said:
"Recently, I heard a report from the beasts in the mountains that Fang Shangxian on the fairy cliff has returned, so I came to visit."
"I brought Hu Yun because the other party has something to ask for, but it's not an urgent matter... How about we talk about a few rounds first? During the days when the husband is away, my hands are really itchy."
"I'm so happy, I miss you very much."
Fang Chang said with a smile, Zhang Chun was actually very lucky. He still remembered that when he went to Yuzhou this time, he met Gu Shan, a practitioner. Since none of the neighbors knew how to play Go, the other party could only play backgammon with other old men to relieve boredom.
I kindly recommend this seedling "The House of All Things I Created". In a special era, create a house of all things that specializes in resolving grievance incidents and using people's money to eliminate disasters.
Thank you Huadie Tianya, Negative Swordsman, and Zhuo Wo for your reward.
(end of this chapter)