Chapter 311 [Visitors from the Skyrim]
Walking to the wall, put the Lingquan sword in his hand back into the bark scabbard, Fang Chang then adjusted the position of the lower jade.
He is going to use it instead of the original bed.
After all, this piece of jade is very warm to the touch, even without any external force, it can be neither hot in summer nor cold in winter, and it will be very comfortable and pleasant. In his heart, he gave this big jade a random name, Nuanyu Bed.
Fang Chang spread the bedding back, took off the bedding, and lay down.
Really comfortable.
He got up and took a look, very satisfied.
What Fang Chang praised the most was that the jade bed was very stable and did not deform, nor would it make a creaking sound like a bamboo bed would turn over when the person on it turned over.
Sunlight shines in through the glass windows and sprinkles around the warm jade bed, illuminating the jade brightly.
Such a huge and pure piece of beautiful jade is a priceless treasure in the world. Whether it is a wealthy businessman, an official, or even the Emperor, there is no such piece of jade in the warehouse. But on Xianqi Cliff, its best use is currently only used as a bed.
Before moving into the house, the two pieces of jade that Fang Chang cut off with his sword could be of some use.
In view of the relatively uniform thickness of these two large pieces of jade, Fang Chang plans to make them into boxes to hold elixir or for other purposes. And the leftovers from making boxes can also be sold after going down the mountain as a coil.
Of course, for Fang Chang, who can collect precious metals in the mine at any time, it doesn't make much sense to do so. In the rest of the time, Fang Chang also used these scraps to make a few pieces of jade pendants, and threw them into his backpack without mentioning them.
Life on the mountain is very comfortable, Fang Chang often does not stay in the Unnamed Hall, or at the stone table under the ginkgo tree in front of the hall. What he prefers is to sit on the morning class stone next to Xianqi Cliff, watching the surrounding mountain scenery, watching the wind and clouds moving in the sky, and watching the human situation in the distance.
Three meals a day, Fang Chang did not lack himself.
And every meal is not the same, he can always think of new ways of cooking that can be cooked with the slightly crude kitchen utensils compared to Yamashita. Just relying on the clay pots, tripods, drawers, grills, and copper plates in the kitchen, he can always come up with delicious new dishes.
The self-brewed sorghum wine still needs to be stored, otherwise the taste will not be good. Fortunately, on Xianqi Cliff, the fruit wine he had made with Lingjian spring water and fruits from the mountains was sufficient in quantity and mellow and sweet, but it was still only suitable for a practitioner like him.
Sitting at the stone table under the ginkgo tree, Fang Chang was having lunch.
The tall bamboo tube is used as a cup, which contains self-brewed fruit wine, and the dishes in front of it are filled with colorful and delicious dishes. On the small bamboo grate at hand, there is a stack of hot pots and helmets—that’s him. The stock purchased in Guanzhong was brought back in a package, and the taste has not changed much, and it is still delicious.
The small jade knife is placed on the table, resting on the edge of a small clean plate. Its purpose is to lightly cut the large piece of boiled meat on the front plate when the chopsticks cannot be clamped.
Fang Chang stopped his chopsticks suddenly.
He looked up to the sky.
Today, the wind is light and the clouds are light, and the autumn air is crisp. A few birds in the mountains are circling and flying freely in the sky.
It was a little white dot, it moved swiftly, and its goal was very clear.
Looking at the height from the ground, the change is not very big, but in fact, a small distance is far away on the ground. After the white spot in the distance arrived near Yunzhong Mountain, it deftly drew a circle, then looked for the direction of Xianqi Cliff, and plunged down.
Fang Chang still maintained the previous posture, facing the direction of the paper airplane.
As the distance gets closer, the speed of the paper airplane becomes more apparent. No bird in the sky can compare to it. The paper airplane is like an arrow flying from the string, and it is also like a lightning bolt, but it is completely silent, and it rushes towards Fang Chang.
Fang Chang recognized it a long time ago. It was the paper airplane he gave to Liu Yuande and Yu Qingling, but this was not the first time it was used, and it was already a little wrinkled. In the past two years, they have passed many messages to each other through this small object, many of which can complement each other.
But the last contact was quite a while ago.
He stretched out his hand and copied it, and grabbed the paper airplane in his hand. Then he put down the chopsticks in his right hand, performed a cleaning technique on his hands, and began to inspect the paper airplane.
The texture of the paper is very familiar. It is produced in Xianqi Cliff. It is Fang Chang's homemade bamboo paper, with ink stains on it.
At the corner of the paper airplane, there is a line of delicate words:
"Mr. Fang personally."
Shaking his head, Fang Chang already knew that the person who wrote to him this time was Yu Qingling, one of the two protagonists of the catastrophe. Of course, Liu Yuande should have participated in the choice of words and sentences. After all, Liu Yuande has a good knowledge and is good at using allusions.
Fang Chang gently unfolded the paper, cleared a place on the stone table, and spread the paper on it. There are a lot of handwriting inside, and the handwriting is very small, like the size of a mung bean. Fortunately, Fang Chang's eyes are very good now, so he can see clearly.
"Long time no see, I wonder if Mr. Fang's side is going well? The content of the last letter has been received, and we have also released it to many like-minded people through the lord who is currently assisting. We are mobilizing our forces to collect information everywhere."
"In the final analysis, since the catastrophe has already begun, it will take a lot of work to eliminate it, and it will not be solved overnight."
Seeing this, Fang Chang secretly smiled in his heart. It seems that these two people are in the center of the vortex, and they don't know it yet.
He then looked down.
Yu Qingling's topic quickly turned to the recent situation of the two of them.
He and Liu Yuande are in love with each other, and they have already made a marriage contract with the lord who is assisting them, and they will only get married after the catastrophe. However, there is not much to say in this letter. The following pages are all about the factions they belong to, as well as many recent actions.
“…Before the world didn’t know why, there were chaos and armies everywhere, and the people were displaced. If something went wrong, ordinary people would be in danger of ruining their families.”
"After our **** was over, we protected the surrounding area and helped people everywhere, but we still couldn't get enough. At this time, the lord we are currently assisting, who started out of the grass and was very popular, was forced by the rebellious army and had nowhere to go. People around us rose up."
"Afterwards, his actions went very smoothly, and the government was easily pacified, and then he began to develop production, restore order, and reorganize criminal names and other matters. For a while, the local area seemed like a paradise."
"It's a pity that the surrounding forces don't allow this. They don't know how to connect together, and they came together to strangle them, but they were all repelled. In the process, the area controlled by the lord is also getting bigger and bigger. Now there is one state and two capitals. place."
(end of this chapter)