Chapter 293 [Hundred Bird Cliff]
Looking at the rising sun, blocked by a few wisps of thin clouds, and gradually approaching the sun above his head, Fang Chang suddenly felt a move in his heart.
He didn't continue to walk, but found a big tree with luxuriant branches, and stayed under it like an ordinary pedestrian.
Although Fang Chang was dressed in white with a sword behind his back, he was very different from those around him who were dressed in indigo or beige, occasionally with moon white, but because his existence was so natural, the people around him seemed ordinary, and no one would care about him. Surprised by his attire.
Looking up slightly, Fang Chang looked at the sky.
A few thin dark clouds floated over, covering the sun lightly, making this small town bathed in sunshine dark, and the coolness of the autumn wind became more obvious. Unlike the Central Plains, Sichuan has early spring, hot summer, cool autumn, and warm winter. It usually has frequent rainfall and humid weather, but rarely snows in winter.
On the other hand, on the snowy peaks in the distance, the snow keeps falling all year round. The thick snow accumulates into ice, and then slowly slides down the mountain under the action of gravity, melts at the snow line, and then gathers to form a rolling river across the Shu.
It will rain tomorrow.
Fang Chang could clearly feel it in his spiritual sense.
However, the rain will be very small, just to the extent that the land becomes wet, and it will not have any impact on the lives of the surrounding people.
He stood under the tree, waiting.
After a while, Fang Chang walked to the side stall to look at the goods displayed by the stall owner.
This is a small stall selling fans, not the kind that literati and celebrities like, fans with paintings or calligraphy inscriptions on the fans, but cattail fans, round fans, and folding fans with several handles that are very popular among villagers and towns—obviously all from the The goods that come in from outside are not self-made.
"Which one do you like, the guest officer? You can choose whatever you want." The stall owner was taking care of several people at the same time, and saw Fang Chang looking at them with a cattail fan, and greeted them casually.
Fang Chang shook his head, put down the fan, and did not buy it.
He straightened up, turned around and took a few steps, and patted the shoulder of someone who was passing in the middle of the street:
"meet again."
"Hey, it's Mr. Fang?! What a coincidence, I can meet you here!"
The person who was stopped by Fang Chang was wearing an old bamboo hat, clothed in common clothes, he wore leggings in addition to hemp shoes, and he was holding a short staff in his hand, which had been worn for a long time.
It was Chen Yuan who had met before entering the Western Regions and then separated after a brief exchange. On his waist, there was still the Ning Shen Pei gifted by Fang Chang.
Without waiting for Fang Chang to answer, Chen Yuan asked curiously: "Sir, have you come back from the Western Regions? How about the scenery and customs over there? Is it interesting enough?"
Fang Chang smiled and said: "Well, after returning from the Western Regions, I suddenly felt at the Shu Pass that I had already passed the entrance. It would be a waste not to enter Shu to see, so I passed the Shu Road to visit here."
Chen Yuan looked behind and beside Fang Chang, and continued to ask: "Where is that Mr. Sang who was with you before?"
"Sanjia Village was separated outside Shuguan. He continued to return to the Central Plains. I came to Shu." Fang Chang replied, "Where did you come from?"
In the process of practicing his dream with his footsteps, Chen Yuan kept memorizing and writing, and put those wonderful scenery hidden in the world on paper with words. Fang Chang once calculated that although Chen Yuan had a rough life in this life, he would survive in the metropolis and become famous in future generations, but he only calculated it out of curiosity and was not going to tell the other party.
"Where are you going next?" Fang Chang asked.
"The land of Shu is very large, so let's walk around here, maybe it will take a year or so." Chen Yuan sighed, "This place is almost isolated from the Central Plains, and the transportation is difficult. This may be the only time in this life, and there may be no chance in the future. In addition, Shu has beautiful scenery and distinctive features, so of course we need to visit more.”
The two chatted for a while, and then Chang Fang specifically asked:
"You came back from the East China Sea before, how was the situation there? If you want to go to sea, is there anything you should pay attention to?"
Chen Yuan thought for a while and said:
"In fact, it's not bad. There are a lot of ships on the sea. As long as you have money, you can go anywhere. But be careful of sea bandits. They often use various methods to rob passenger ships. In addition, there are some seemingly uninhabited islands. There may be bandits on them." nest."
"Afterwards, if you want to go to sea, it is best to catch up in winter and spring, because in summer and autumn, there are often big storms in the East China Sea. It is almost at this time that ships going to sea from Chaoyun Port and between the islands in the East China Sea will fall. To about 10% of the original, the traffic is inconvenient..."
Afterwards, Chen Yuan enthusiastically introduced some East China Sea specialties, island delicacies, and cultural landscapes different from those of the Central Plains to Chang Fang, and briefly talked about his route when he went to sea. Fang Changju remembered that he was planning to go to sea in the near future to find the Qinglongtang where the monsters lived.
Then the two separated, Chen Yuan continued to wander around the market and replenished, while Fang Chang found an ice powder stand and prepared to taste it.
This is a specialty of Sichuan. The cold and transparent jelly is washed and kneaded with some kind of grass seeds, and the taste is very smooth. The stall owner puts it in a small bowl, puts brown sugar juice on it, adds two spoons of crushed peanuts, and puts a few raisins from the Western Regions. It is a delicacy.
This is much less labor-intensive than grinding bean curd, and the cost is also low, and the business is also very good, so the couple who sold bean curd in the past also switched to selling ice powder, but due to various reasons, they did not take this step.
However, in Fang Chang’s view, this ice powder has one advantage:
After chili becomes popular in Sichuan, there will be spicy bean curd, and there will be many, but there will definitely be no spicy ice powder.
Returning the small bowl and spoon to the stall owner, and after a few compliments, Fang Chang stood up and continued heading south.
The small town at the foot of the mountain, where smoke was gradually rising, was left behind by his footsteps.
In the market in front of the Earth Temple, he bought two packs of sesame sugar, a small jar of good vinegar, and a stack of very soft tanned deerskin suitable for wiping weapons as presents for this visit.
There are mountains in front of you.
Because it is close to human settlements, townspeople and villagers often go into the mountain together to cut firewood, hunt, and collect mountain products, so there is a trampled road in the front section.
At the back, it is completely barren mountains and ridges in the original state, with no roads and luxuriant foliage. This place is completely different from the Central Plains, the plants are tall and dense.
Fang Chang thought for a while, and simply let his feet rise.
A large group of thick clouds gathered under his feet, lifted him up into the air, and then slowly drifted towards the high cliff in front of him.
Although the speed is not as fast as walking by yourself, it also saves you the effort of overcoming obstacles and opening up the road.
(end of this chapter)