Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 219 [Qianghu Langzhong Fangchang opened]

  Knowing that the little fox is doing well, Fang Chang prepares to leave Ninghe Prefecture.

   Anyway, Fang Chang came to take a look, more because he wanted to give an explanation to his old friend Zhang Chun. As for the future of the little fox and whether he can get the dowry gift, that is Hu Yun's own business, and it is also his own life.

  And no matter what kind of practice path, it is inseparable from the understanding of "fate" and "cause and effect".

  Hu Yun's integration into human society so quickly, and his fate and causal entanglements with human beings, is a good foundation for him to go through the world and break the road ahead.

  He slowly ate the plate with food, and there was not a piece of meat left.

   Then Fang Chang started to deal with the crock of pear soup in front of him.

According to the clerk in the store, this pear soup is the signature of the store. The pear soup is made of high-quality large pears from Huaifeng Prefecture. They are not peeled and cut into thin slices. Water from a particular well.

Then put rock sugar and white fungus as appropriate, and then put a cherry in each crock, press the lid with a tile and put it into a special stove, and cook it slowly for several hours on a low fire to make this colorful and refreshing dish. Smooth and delicious, nourishing the lungs and clearing the fire, take a sip of the earthen pear soup that can nourish the heart.

   It is said that the shopkeeper of this shop started his business by relying on this soup, and gradually expanded the small shop at home to what it is today, which is very envied by the people around him. Even some people with craftsmanship regard him as a role model, and hope that one day they will be like this, relying on their craftsmanship to make a fortune.

  Fang Chang finished his pear soup slowly and got up to pay the bill.

  He is going to visit the old man. He used to have a little friendship with the city **** of Ninghe Prefecture. Now that he is in the land, he will pay a visit when he is happy, and then go out of the city and head west.

  ...

   There is also an official road going west from Ninghe Mansion, but this road does not pass through Huaifeng Mansion and Xingqing Mansion, but passes to the south of them.

  After Fang Chang came out of Ninghe Prefecture, he generally walked along this road.

   This road will pass through the southern foot of the Zongduan Mountains, lead to the western border, and end in an unknown small city. Of course, Fang Chang's goal is farther than the end of this official road, and he doesn't even know where to find his goal—but there is still plenty of time anyway, so there is no rush.

  The scenery on the road is not much different from the last westward journey, and the direction of the official road at the foot coincides with the river not far away, each section of which has a different name, at least the section before crossing Zongduan Mountain. So he can be sure that when he took a boat down the river last time, he saw a similar scene by the river.

  Many times, he did not follow the official path.

Fang Chang did something in line with his attire. He walked through the villages and alleys with the appearance of a quack doctor, but he didn't yell like his colleagues in theory, and he didn't sell things like dog skin plasters and Dali pills. On the contrary It was he who kept silent and walked with two lines of words.

  But the literacy rate in villages and towns is average, and many people are not sure that he is a quack doctor. Moreover, they often go to nearby doctors who have been passed down for medical treatment, which will make the people feel more at ease. Other quack doctors are often partial to science, and only have some folk recipes for certain symptoms. More often than not, they use their eloquence to convince the people to believe in themselves.

  As a practitioner, he naturally disdains to use those words.

  So after walking a hundred miles, he still didn't open his business, and no one asked him for medical treatment, Fang Chang was also happy and leisurely.

   It wasn't until he reached a small town that someone stopped him:

   "Doctor! Doctor!"

  Hearing this slightly immature voice, Fang Chang stopped and turned his head to look at the owner of the voice. Due to his extraordinary spiritual sense, he had already noticed that someone was watching him from behind, and he was not very old, his steps were loose, and he was a little out of breath.

  Seeing the charlatan in front of him stop, the people behind chased him and stopped, put his hands on his knees, bent down and took a few deep breaths, then straightened up and said to the other party:

   "Sorry, sir, I was in a hurry to catch up just now... There is a person who is very sick and can't go to the doctor in Fucheng. Can you show me?"

   "Okay, please lead the way."

  Fang Chang nodded, followed the boy in front of him, and walked towards the side alley.

  There is a small courtyard at the end, the entrance is not clean, there are tenacious weeds emerging from the base of the wall, chasing the sunlight that can only shine into the narrow alley in the morning and evening, growing half a foot high.

   "The sick people are here, please come in, sir."

   After finishing speaking, the boy opened the door, walked in with Fang Chang, and said, "The doctor is here!"

  There was a fair middle-aged man inside, who was sitting on the edge of the slump. Seeing the young man walk in, he hurriedly responded, "Okay, please come in." At the same time, he got up from the side of the bed, ready to make room for the doctor. There was an old man on the bed, with deep wrinkles engraved on his face, but his complexion was gray, and his life seemed to be approaching.

   "What's wrong with him? How long has he been sick like this." Fang Chang asked.

"Go back to the doctor," the middle-aged Bai Jing hurriedly came up to salute, and said, "It's been half a month, and he can't move and can't be sent to the doctor in the city. It's hard to get water recently. I saw it was a little dangerous, so I let Song Shan went to the street to see if he could find his life-saving medicine, who would have imagined..."

"Um…"

  Fang Chang walked to the bedside and began to feel his pulse.

   This kind of thing doesn't need to spend energy to learn, he just knows it naturally as his realm continues to rise, just like many other skills, or those spells that can be cast at will.

  The person on the simple bed had his teeth shut and his breathing was heavy, as if he was sleeping. Feeling on the pulse, Fang Chang shook his head at the middle-aged man and the young man next to him, and said:

   "Birth, old age, sickness and death, this is the number of days, prepare for the funeral."

  The two glanced at each other, each sighed, then saluted Fang Chang, and began to ask about the consultation fee.

   Hearing the words, Fang Chang said:

   "I didn't make a move either. I just took a look and didn't need a consultation fee. But I have a question, and I hope you can answer it truthfully: What is your relationship with him?"

  He could see that the middle-aged man and the young man in front of him, although they had expressions of empathy, were not sad about the imminent death of the person on the couch, so he asked this question curiously. After all, according to the current situation, the person on the bed is not a close relative of the two of them.

  The old and fair middle-aged man saluted steadily, then sighed:

"It can be regarded as our neighbors, but the time of being neighbors is actually very short. In Xiasonghuan, next to this is my son, Song Shan. Due to the decline of our family, we can only look for income everywhere, running back and forth, but moved here. It's recent."

"As a result, when we moved here, the neighbor next door was also suffering, and it was much worse than us. After a lot of age was tricked, people collected debts, and even the temporary house next door was taken away to fill up the hole. We thought he was pitiful, so we took him in, thinking it was a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks."

   "In the end, he seemed to be unable to bear the blow. He was seriously ill, and his time was running out. Alas..."

   In the past few days, working overtime all night disrupted the rhythm of the code words... I had no choice but to stop for a day.

   Thank you Alloy Niu Niu for your reward.

  (end of this chapter)