Chapter 202 [On the cliff and far away from the world]
It is cold in winter, and most of the herbs in the medicine field have been harvested, but there are still perennial herbs growing, and various wintering measures have been carefully taken.
This was written by Lin Hai in Linxi Village. After he returned from his studies, he planted herbs on the hillside and supplied them to the doctors at the foot of the mountain. This eased the situation of no medicine but no medicine within a hundred miles around him, saved many people, and relieved many people. His illness was praised by the doctors around him.
Fang Chang passed through Linxi Village, but did not attract the attention of the villagers.
As the end of the new year approaches, the village is full of joy. Although the situation this year is not as good as last year, it is still a bumper harvest after all. Moreover, two families in the village started a side business, which has also imperceptibly boosted the economic level of the village.
One of them is Lin Hai, where merchants often come to buy some medicinal materials, and the other is Lin Er in the village. He uses his old courtyard to provide people on the official road as a simple shelter, and buys some food from the surrounding people and sells them to them. , as the reputation here grew and the income was not low, the old courtyard was also covered by him.
Due to the temperature of the spring water, the creek outside the village is only covered with a thin layer of ice crust, and the water below is still flowing, which also provides water sources for the villagers.
Several long wooden planks appeared on the creek and were erected on both sides of the stream, so that people no longer had to step on stones when they crossed the creek and went up the mountain.
Fang Chang looked back and looked at this thriving village located on the mountainside.
He smiled and continued walking forward.
Turning over the mountain in front, you can see the towering Xianqi Cliff. In winter, the sky is bright and clear, and the blue sky is like satin, but the surrounding area of Xianqi Cliff is still surrounded by clouds and mists that do not disperse all the year round, blocking the reality above.
In Fang Chang's eyes, the aura of this high cliff became more and more solid, and even irradiated more than half of Yunzhong Mountain, making the mountains and rivers with a radius of tens of miles more beautiful.
Indistinctly, you can see the plank road winding upwards from the bottom of the cliff, but after a formation is set up at the foot of the mountain, ordinary people can't get close unless they are predestined. /Devil King/Hermit" has gradually become a legend among the villagers.
After time has passed, the formation under the cliff has become more smooth and smooth. The forests that serve as the eyes and bases of the array also grow tall and lush, and are less affected by winter.
Gently passing through the dense fog, the big water pool under the cliff is still clear. Although the cold weather has caused the turtles to hibernate, there are still some fish that are not afraid of the cold, shuttling between the aquatic plants.
Fang Chang looked up, and then stepped onto the plank road.
The bamboo and wooden plank road is creaky to step on, and there is no guardrail on the side. If you are a timid person, you may be too scared to hug the stone wall and dare not walk, but for Fang Chang, it is very easy.
One is that he has achieved success in cultivation, his mental state is strong and solid, he is naturally happy, and he is not afraid of heights, and the other is that he will hit a hole when he falls, and he will not be hurt at all.
On the stone wall next to the plank road, there are half-dug caves, which Fang Chang plans to build a few houses on. But it was not completely finished, and there were no doors or windows, so birds built their nests in it for the winter, flying in and out.
While climbing and overlooking the scenery below, it took him some time to reach the top of the cliff. Passing through the stone ring used as a gate, Fang Chang looked at the familiar fairy cliff and sighed:
"came back."
There is some snow on the cliff, covering the farmland and flower fields, the stone tables and chairs, and the roof and shed. Fortunately, several houses have been supported without collapsing.
The small shed next to the stone ring is empty. It seems that Ah Niu is not on the cliff, but the carved nest on the tree beside the cliff is getting bigger and bigger, and the residents inside have not been idle during this time.
Gently opened the door, Fang Chang walked into his room.
Waiting for some smoke and heat in the room, I took off the shoulder bag, put several books inside including "The Way of Practice" and "The Way of Practice" on the bookshelf, and took out the wrapped food and put it on the clean table.
After packing up all the sundries in the package, he folded the green cloth and put it away for the next use.
The wine gourd was not taken off and hung on the wall, Fang Chang still kept it on his waist, dangling as he walked.
Fang Chang went out and inspected the open space above the cliff. The surrounding scenery was far from that of the world at the bottom of the mountain, and there were not many traces of time left. Apart from being covered with snow, there was little change.
When I came back, the water in the earthen pot beside the firepit in the house was already tumbling.
He washed the rough homemade tea set, opened the bamboo tube plugged tightly on the wall, took out some tea leaves, threw them into the teapot, and poured boiling water into them.
Suddenly, the room was filled with the fragrance of tea. This homemade tea picked from the edge of the cliff was much better than ordinary tea from the bottom of the mountain. Even for cultivators, it was also a gift that could be bought. But the only one who got it by fate is Zhang Chun, the mountain **** who is near the water tower in the cloud mountain.
After tea, Fang Chang went to the nearby shed, took out the broom, broom, etc., and began to clean up the cliff.
Clean the dust inside the house, and sweep away the snow and fallen leaves, dead branches and weeds outside the house, all of which are poured into the ash pit not far away. There was a depression on the stone surface, which was used by Fang Chang as a place to throw away dust, but luckily it was deep and wide enough to hold the snow.
It wasn't until the sky was getting dark that the cliff was completely new.
The snow on the ground and roof was swept away, and the utensils in several rooms became clean again, which made people feel at ease.
The lotus leaves in the pond were ruined, only the lotus pod was left standing upright. He stood on the water and gently broke off a branch, and went back to the house to peel it off and take out the lotus seeds. There should be a lot of lotus root under the silt at the bottom of the pond, which is very delicious. He just dug some to eat in autumn, and the rest are still in the silt.
The seasoning in the kitchen is quite complete. In addition to the oil and salt sauce, there are also some spices found in the mountains. When cooking, add a little according to different characteristics, which can make the taste much more colorful.
The food stored in the cellar is still fresh. Fang Chang took out some fruits and vegetables, picked a strip of bacon from the roof, and then went to take out some grains obtained from this year's bumper harvest, and started to cook lotus seed porridge under the tripod and cook meals.
The Fuhu Cake in Huqiao Town is heavy in oil and sugar. It tastes very good. It is a good staple food when it is slightly heated. The fruit wine brewed before is ready to drink, and Fang Chang filtered it. Its color is very deep, sweet and sour is very delicious, not inferior to sorghum wine from the bottom of the mountain.
The first meal back on the cliff was very rich. After washing the dishes, it was dark and the night sky was cold.
Chang Fang returned to his room, took the book from the bookshelf, leaned on the couch, and read by the light of the grease lamp next to him.
The mountain wind is howling outside, but the house is warm and quiet.
There is only the sound of burning in the firepit, and the occasional sound of candles bursting.
He thought lightly, after class tomorrow morning, he could go to the nearby shed, pick up the basket and bronze axe, and then go to the forest on the cliff to chop some firewood, and then go to the valley where the pangolin was defeated to pick up some copper ore.
By the way, you can also look for some winter-specific food in the mountains.
I recommend the book Drinking Horses and Watching Qin Chuan, "My Pet Beast is Super Fierce", the last-day pet trend.
Thank you Wang Banxian and Negative Swordsman for your reward.
(end of this chapter)