Chapter 392 [Boys and girls come together]
This project lasted for a long time, and the sound of clanging irons also rang on Xianqi Cliff for more than two months.
The corn, wheat, and sorghum in the fields have grown quite well, and now they are dark green, shining in the sun.
This is the first time Fang Chang has planted wheat this year, and it is spring wheat. When it is harvested in autumn, he can quarry stones to make a bigger mill, grind flour and steam steamed buns for eating.
And there are many ways to make pasta. You can try making buns, dumplings, pancakes, and noodles of various colors. It's a pity that there is currently no condition to grow rice on Xianqi Cliff, otherwise, with rice, most of the staple foods in the world can be reproduced on this Xianqi Cliff.
Having nothing to do, Fang Chang made an extra copy of the commonly used tools and put them in the Unnamed Hall. Then he completely dismantled the shed and moved it to the blast furnace from the inside out. Three new work sheds side by side.
Opposite the new work shed, he built a building of the same shape, but with five rooms side by side, as a warehouse for storing materials, and piled charcoal, coke, finished metal, lime, etc. inside. The sheds and warehouses have tile roofs, which have better rainproof ability.
Then, Fang Chang was free and started to draw.
Yunzhong Mountain is rich in products, and there is no shortage of various mineral pigments, such as cinnabar, ocher, red fat, azurite, stone green, stone yellow, white powder, gold powder, silver powder, and then use the plant extracts in the mountain to dry it. You can also get some red, yellow and blue colors, which is enough.
Re-boil the previously retting bamboo, and then make a few stacks of paper. Fang Chang holds a brush and begins to draw on it.
He stood on the Xianqi Cliff in Yunzhongshan, painting Yunzhongshan.
First outline with ink, and then color with the tip of the pen. Soon the landscapes near and far will appear vividly on the paper.
Fang Chang put away the pen, ready to wash it later.
He carefully looked at the work on the paper, nodded secretly, and tried it by chance, and it turned out to be of acceptable level.
However, the Yunzhong Mountain in the painting is somewhat different from the real one. For example, in Fang Chang's eyes, the weather at the bottom of the mountain is complex, and he can see the current situation and future destiny, but these are not in the painting.
What caught his attention the most was the presence of soldiers and horses at the foot of the mountain.
He once climbed to the top of the back mountain, took a look through the gap between the clouds, and confirmed that it was the forces of the rebel generals. After fighting and expanding, they had already included Ninghe Mansion. In short, he is leisurely and comfortable on the mountain, but the doom on the mountain is still evolving.
The situation has gradually become clearer. With the political clarity and power of the rebel army gradually increasing, other warlords in the world and the original imperial court are no longer rivals. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the rebel army is now powerful, and it is likely to be the last one. The side that wins.
Today's rebel army is surrounded by people with ulterior motives and strongly demands to join them. This will test whether the rebel army's selection mechanism is robust to a considerable extent and for a long time.
When the paint on the paper is completely dry, Fang Chang rolls it up and pokes it aside.
Gai Therefore, there is no condition for mounting, so it can only be placed in this way, and Fang Chang also has no seal ink pad, but just inscribed "Yun Zhongshan Fang Chang" on it.
He thought to himself, the next time he fired porcelain, he could try to draw something on it with glaze.
Walking out of the Hall of Nameless with the pens, he was going to the Jasper Pond to clean them, lest the bristles of the pens get stuck and cannot be used again.
In the Jasper Pond, there are fields of lotus leaves, and the water is high and high. A few pink lotus flowers are standing upright, in full bloom, swaying gently in the wind. There are a few shy flower buds next to them, which are tightly packed layer by layer. There are carps in the pond, and they are fat. They turn around on the water surface from time to time, and then return to the bottom of the water. They look very delicious when they swim.
Fang Chang stopped suddenly, frowned and looked down the mountain. Something happened over there, which touched his spiritual sense.
At this time, he had not yet reached the Jade Pond, and was standing on the square in front of the Hall of Nameless Names.
Looking left and right, Fang Chang found the tripod that he eliminated, changed from a cooking utensil to a sculpture, and placed it on a stone base.
Two steps forward, he handed over the brush in his hand to his left hand, then picked up one leg of the bronze tripod, picked it up from the base, and then used a little force:
"Go you!"
As he waved his hand vigorously, the bronze tripod was swung down the mountain by him like a shooting star, drew an arc in the sky, and then fell far away towards the side of the mountain.
There seemed to be screams coming.
Fang Chang didn't care, he continued to walk to the Jade Pond, and used the water in the pool to wash the paintbrush.
After the color on the brush is dissolved, it quickly turns into strands, and then disappears with the waterfall. A few self-made brushes were cleaned again. Fang Chang shook them and inserted them back into the bamboo pen holder on the table.
The surrounding area of Xianqi Cliff is quiet, only the movement of water, wind, insects, birds and beasts, it seems that the tripod thrown just now is just an illusion.
However, Fang Chang was not in a hurry to find his bronze tripod. Instead, he went to the shed to get a hoe, returned to the field and started weeding and loosening the soil. He also used a pole and a wooden bucket to carry water from the Jade Pond, and carried it to the vegetable field to irrigate.
All kinds of vegetables consume a lot of water. Without sufficient water, they will not grow well at all.
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In the evening, Fang Chang suddenly stopped what he was doing, went to the shed to get a broom, and started sweeping.
After the Xianqi Cliff was refreshed, he boiled water, put this year's new tea leaves in the teapot, sat at the stone table under the ginkgo tree, and waited slowly.
There are two young boys and girls of the same age, hand in hand, climbed up from the plank road on the edge of the cliff, and passed through the doorway made of a circular stone ring.
"Wow, it's so beautiful here!"
The crisp girl's voice praised Xianqi Cliff.
The young man next to him said with a smile: "Of course, the place where Mr. Fang lives is a blessed place. Let's not lose our manners and go to visit... Look, Mr. Fang knows we are coming and is already waiting for us."
Immediately carrying the things on his back, he took the girl next to him and trotted over.
Fang Chang put two clean cups on the table with a smile, poured the freshly brewed tea into them, and said to the two saluting teenagers who came before him:
"Long time no see, please sit down and have some tea."
It turned out to be none other than the little fox Hu Yun, and his female classmate Song Yao. When he went to visit Hu Yun, he had a side with Song Yao.
Hu Yun was carrying a bronze tripod on his back, which was exactly the one that Fang Chang threw out in the morning.
He carefully put the tripod aside, put the simple gift he brought on the table, and sat respectfully at the table with his female classmates.
"How is your studies?" Fang Chang asked.
(end of this chapter)