Chapter 395 [Autumn is here]
The colors in Yunzhongshan are still gorgeous, but many of them have already taken on the warm colors of autumn.
Due to different varieties, some leaves are light yellow, some are dark green, and some are fiery red. With colorful fruits, the hillsides and valleys are brightly and beautifully decorated.
The animals and resident birds in the mountains have also reached the period of moulting. In the leeward places of the mountains, you can occasionally see groups of fluff blown together by the wind.
They are different from migratory birds, they can only rely on their own fur and accumulated fat to survive the winter in this mountain, so they have to change their feathers to be warmer, and take advantage of this autumn when food is abundant, to fatten themselves up and save more Energy to survive the cold winter.
Of course it makes them taste better too.
For the birds and beasts, the winter is full of food, and it is the same for Fang Chang. His dining table is still rich because of this. And this year compared with previous years, there are more varieties in the vegetable field, and Fang Chang recently made iron pans and shovels for himself, etc., the food on Xianqi Cliff has more varieties.
Walking out of the forest with a basket on his back, Fang Chang held an iron ax in one hand and a wild pear in the other.
In recent years, for some reason, the wild pears on the cliff have become sweeter and sweeter, not as sour as before, but they are still small.
After eating, Fang Chang also walked to the side of the Unnamed Hall.
Throwing the pear core far into the valley, Fang Changcai put the basket on the steps and walked into the house.
This is the last time I entered the mountain this year.
He still hasn't stored food in the cellar this year, but is just waiting for the grain in the field to mature.
Sitting in the room for a while, drinking two pots of tea, Fang Chang walked out the door, picked up the back basket on the steps, and walked towards the work shed in the distance.
Since the construction of several iron-making furnaces, Fang Chang moved all the work sheds not far from the Unnamed Hall to the vicinity of the blast furnace. Tool of.
He also built a warehouse next to the work shed to store various materials and raw materials.
Not long ago, he saved enough iron ore and coke, opened a furnace, smelted a batch of iron ingots and steel bars, and then sealed the blast furnace after careful repair. Because the metal he has accumulated is sufficient now, and the next time he starts the blast furnace, he doesn't know when it will be.
Putting the basket in the corner of the shed, Fang Chang walked to a wall that was covered with wooden nails, and tools were neatly hung on the wooden nails. He chose a sickle, touched the edge of the sickle, and carried it to the go outside.
After several autumn rains, the water of Huanhuaxi is still strong, active and clear.
Fang Chang sat on a stone by the Huanhua River, looked at the blue and clear sky above his head, took a handful of water, and began to sharpen the sickle on a large bluestone. After the sickle was cast, he just chose a suitable wood to make a handle for it, without grinding it.
Now, it is time to harvest.
In the field on Xianqi Cliff, all kinds of crops have matured, all showing golden yellow, only the top of sorghum is still red.
Theoretically, different crops require different tools to harvest, but Fang Chang has decided that, except for millet, the ears are first picked by hand and then cut with a sickle, all others are harvested with a sickle, even if it is the most unsuitable to use a sickle. sorghum.
In the middle of several fields, Fang Chang chose the flattest ground, tamped it down, pulled the roller over and over again, and splashed water several times in the middle, finally the ground was extremely firm.
Walking to the end of the field, Fang Chang bent down and began to work without saying a word.
The sorghum, corn, wheat, beans in the field... In front of the sharp sickle, none of them is an enemy.
Although the sun is not as good as summer, it is still quite violent.
Fang Chang deliberately chose a day without rain to start the sickle, so everything was ordinary and there were no waves. Then, he used corresponding methods, some grinding, some rubbing, some beating, and finally collected all the grain, put it into the urn and returned it to the warehouse.
After eating two meals of new rice, he started to pack his luggage.
Whenever the weather is good at night, Fang Chang will always climb to the roof of the Unnamed Hall to observe the sky.
The movement of the catastrophe is still rapid, but the situation is becoming more and more clear. The enemy's decline is evident, and the luck of the human race, although it is still halved compared to before the catastrophe, is also recovering very quickly.
Fang Chang knew that it was time for him to set off.
Ending this calamity once and for all, only then can I relax and get rid of the complicated and chaotic causes and effects in the calamity.
And Lingjue told himself that this was also an opportunity to improve his cultivation.
The iron ax that has been with me for more than half a year was put into the work shed along with the back basket. Fang Chang took the backpack at the head of the bed, sorted out the contents, and took out some unused things and put them in the shed. On the cliff, and added some supplies, especially precious metals such as gold, silver and copper.
The Lingquan sword hanging on the wall jingled.
Fang Chang smiled, looked at Lingquanjian and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely take you with me when I go out."
Of course, the Lingquan sword does not have real wisdom, unless it suddenly becomes spiritually intelligent. However, a sword that has become a spirit is essentially a monster, so it can no longer be used as a weapon. This ringing sound is just the induction between the spirit sword and its master, but it is a common occurrence.
He first took off the Lingquan sword and carried it on his back, then hung up his backpack, took the wine gourd next to him, hung it around his waist again, and put on a bamboo hat, and he was ready.
Although there is a lack of supplements on the mountain, the wine in the gourd is still abundant.
Thanks to the bottling in every place in the past few years, although he often drinks this year, there is still a lot of wine in his gourd. It's just that most of them are still sorghum wine, and there are not many wines brought from the Western Regions.
Fang Chang also brewed wine by himself in the past two years, but he used the sorghum in his own field and a little koji from the mountain, steamed and fermented it, and put it in the cooker with a special utensil to steam it. He picked up the condensed wine with a jar, and after a brief blending, he took a little to try it out, and put the rest in the cellar.
Later, Houshan Cave came into existence, and these wine jars sealed with yellow mud were moved into the Houshan Cave for storage, and have not yet been opened. There are so many inspirations on the Xianqi Cliff in Yunzhong Mountain. Using the water from the sorghum cliff on the cliff to brew and store wine on the cliff, the taste must not be bad.
It's a pity that there is no time to process the sorghum harvested this year, so we can only wait until we come back from this trip.
He simply tied the door of the Unnamed Hall with an iron chain, opened the door of the chicken coop next to him, looked around the lower cliff, and looked at the various terrains and buildings around him that looked harmonious and real under the bright autumn sun in the morning. Walk towards the downhill plank road in the south.
(end of this chapter)