Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 135 [The square length of the snail state]

  The coldest time has come. The wind is as fierce as a knife across the earth, rolling up a few rotten autumn leaves that have not been blocked by the ditches, and throwing them to some corners.

  Because the location is not close enough to the north, the ground of Xingqing Mansion in Yangzhou is not completely frozen. In places where the sun shines, the snow dissipates faster. In some places, the color of dried soil can already be seen.

  Fang Chang was still walking on the road, alone.

Not only did he not go to Yunzhong Mountain, Huixianqi Cliff, and spend the winter in his bamboo and wooden hut facing the firepit with barbecue and stew, he also didn't go to Huaifeng Mansion, and even Xingqing Mansion was only the city wall in the distance. go to.

  After leaving the little boy who picked up the money, Fang Chang was going to a carriage dealer to buy a carriage ticket to Xingqing Mansion the next morning, and then went to an inn to stay and have a good meal.

  However, when he was still more than a dozen feet away from the carriage, he suddenly stopped.

  Fang Chang just stood on the side of the street, not far from a small wonton stall, motionless.

At this moment, the pedestrians passing by him did not seem to be unaware of him as before, but they all noticed this handsome man in white clothes like snow. Young people hanging gourds and bamboo baskets. However, due to unknown circumstances, everyone subconsciously stayed away from this person.

   Feeling touched by the inspiration, Fang Chang smiled, turned and left without looking for the carriage.

  Although it is very comfortable to ride in a car, it seems good to take a walk once in a while.

  He no longer hides himself with the state of "Why should we meet each other?" Instead, he walks slowly on the street like an ordinary secular good son.

  Pedestrians around, although they didn't ignore his existence, gradually they were no longer affected by his existence, and only regarded Fang Chang as an ordinary passerby, passing him like a fish.

   And then...

  The road from Shi Jindu to Xingqing Fucheng for dozens of miles took Fang Chang to walk for more than half a month.

  On average, less than two miles per day.

  The reason for this is that he did not let go of the speed at all, but walked slowly with a pace slower than passers-by, and did not follow the official road, as if he were on a picnic.

  During this time, Fang Chang walked casually, along the path, stopping and going, watching new scenery that he had never seen before.

   Depending on his mood, he will find a snow nest to lie down for a day, watching the wind and clouds move in the sky; he will also find a tree branch to sit for several hours, looking down at the earth from a high position.

  He toured villages and towns, chatted with farmers, chatted with craftsmen, played with children, watched the pleasures of the world, and tasted the various aspects of the world.

When replenishing food and drinks in villages and towns, or looking for inns to stay overnight, he will also look for delicious food along the way, whether it is home-cooked meals at home, specialty works at restaurant stalls, or banquets for weddings and weddings, he is always in high spirits to try.

  Fang Chang walked happily along the way.

   "One entry fee."

  The soldiers at the gate of the city wore thick jackets with two patches on them.

The warm sun in winter is very precious. Under the sunlight that shone through the city gate, the soldiers lay lazily and did not collect the money themselves. in the basket.

   This is a common practice. Fang Chang has seen it a lot. He took out a copper coin from his pocket and threw it in, and then entered the city with the people around him.

  Xingqing Fucheng is very well planned. It was well designed when the city was built, and a lot of land was reserved. So after so many years, the city still largely maintains its original specifications.

  Fang Chang entered the west gate, facing the second widest street in Xingqingfu city.

He is not going to stay too long. If there is nothing else to do, he will find a tavern to fill up the gourd, and then use the little money left in the package to find a unique stall and have a good meal. Cross the city and go east to Huaifeng Mansion.

   During this period of time, being leisurely, following one's instincts, and letting go of one's self is very beneficial to one's cultivation.

  In his spiritual sense, he thinks that it is just right to keep this state until Huiya.

At a roadside stall, he paid for a pancake with less oil and less salt to eat. Fang Chang walked eastward along the side of the road. He remembered that there should be a small tavern not far from the East City Gate, where sorghum was sold. The wine is sold, and the taste is very good.

   There is a lot of crowds ahead, and there are crowds gathering.

   Looking from a distance, it is not a market. After all, the market has a fixed location in the city, and it is impossible to occupy the second widest street.

   Such things are quite uncommon in the cold winter months. Fang Chang was curious, so he gnawed on the rotary cake and approached.

   When I got closer, I found that it turned out to be a long queue, with men, women and children in it, lined up loosely. Fang Chang has very good hearing and can hear the conversations in the team.

   "Daddy, can I really go to school?"

   "Yes, you have asked this question several times. The two Mr. Jian said, of course you can. Didn't you always envy Zhao Yuanwai's child who went to school? Now you can go too."

   "Great, I really want to go to class tomorrow."

   "Don't worry, we are already in the queue. If you sign up today, you will be able to go to school in the next year."

  ...

   "Girl, you have to listen to your teacher when you go to school."

   "Grandpa, I will save it, I will be good."

  …

   "Hey, the second son of the Li family, are you here too?"

   "Hey, it's Yang Lao Qi. You brought the two of them here too? I haven't found you at this moment. It's said that such a good thing may not come across in a lifetime, of course it will come."

   "Who said it wasn't? I didn't care about it at first, but I ran into a few people on the road and they were all talking about it. I hurried home, dragged my kid and came."

"I've heard that the schools in the surrounding prefectures and counties are quite expensive. I've never heard of such a style. Although it's just teaching literacy and numeracy, it's really not easy. My old Li has been blind for half his life. I hope my family is strong enough not to be like me."

   "The second child of the Li family, you don't have to sigh too much. The two Mr. Jian said that if this is no problem in the future, they will set up night shifts to teach people like us how to read."

   "Haha, I've heard about it too, I hope there will be."

"Uh-huh."

  …

   Hey, interesting.

  Fang Chang was aroused interest, it sounds like, this is to sign up for school?

  As for the "two Mr. Jian" they said, Fang Chang knew that they should be the two brothers Jian Zhengqing and Jian Zhengchu. The two brothers are the most famous teachers in Xingqing Mansion, and they are very respected.

  In recent years, almost all the scholars in Xingqing Mansion who have been able to pass the entrance examination are their students, and the two brothers can be regarded as peaches and plums.

  Because of the illness of the only child of the two grandchildren, Fang Chang had contact with them. They are two honest people, but their lives are simple, and they thought they were the kind of pedantic people who abide by the rules.

  It turned out that they actually came up with such a scene, which was really unexpected.

   This is the wonder of the secular world.

  Fang Chang threw the last piece of roti cake into the mouth, slapped it casually, cleaned off the oil stains and debris on his hands, and walked forward from the side of the team.

  He wants to see the situation ahead.

But there is a courtyard gate in front, and there is a four-legged square table in the open space in front of it. Two young scholars with tall scarves and moon white smocks are sitting in front of them, holding pens in their hands. Register in the thick book.

  The Jian brothers were all there. They stood at the table, one on the left and one behind, watching the two scholars register, chatting with the citizens who came to register, and maintaining order in person.

   Sorry, after staying up late for a few days, I finally couldn’t hold on last night. I fell asleep writing and writing in the middle of the night, so I had to post it at noon. I can work at home in this industry, so I resumed work on the eighth day of the lunar new year. . . . In addition, it may be adjusted to the morning post tomorrow.

   Thank you book friend 20180521222704773 for the reward.

  (end of this chapter)