Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 27 [Full Tiger Bridge in front of Tiger Bridge Town]

   "It's the fairy elder Fang who came to the entrance of the village when the stream was cut off before. You said it was the one who lived on the fairy cliff, and you told me not to approach it before."

  The childish voice is not lost, and the voice is crisp.

   "Just now, Immortal Fang walked past you, but you didn't even look at him."

"how come?"

   "He went down the mountain, you see, isn't that right?" Seeing that the adults didn't believe it, the child pointed towards the direction of the mountain outside the village.

  The mountain people who were chatting next to them were very surprised. There was a person with good eyesight who looked in the direction pointed by the child for a while, and he saw a person walking towards the distance.

   You need to stare carefully to find the other person's whereabouts. If you don't pay attention, you will subconsciously ignore it.

  The figure is very familiar, it really is Fang Xianchang.

  The villagers felt a little sorry.

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   Not far down the mountain is the official road.

  The road repair is fairly smooth, thin loess is spread on the road, and as pedestrians and vehicles pass by, there are waves of floating dust.

  The river bypasses the mountain, passes the official road under the bridge, and flows southward.

  The Huanhua Creek on the edge of the Xianqi Cliff and the stream passing by the Linxi Village will both flow into this river and flow into the river and sea together.

  Fang Chang briskly walked up the official road, and walked slowly along the road towards the west.

  Looking at all kinds of pedestrians in a hurry on the road, he felt that he was the most leisurely one, and because of this, he was constantly overtaken by passers-by, donkeys, mules, and chariots.

  While walking happily, a carriage passed by him.

   Seeing Fang Chang like this, the people in the car felt close to him for some reason, so they ordered the driver to slow down, then leaned over to Fang Chang and said:

   "This gentleman is going in the same direction. Do you need to take a ride? The carriage is faster."

   "Okay, thank you very much."

  Fang Chang readily agreed, and then jumped into the car.

   This car is very delicately decorated. Although it is not luxurious or expensive, it also shows the owner's background, and it is quite spacious.

  Among them was a middle-aged man riding in the car. This man had a goatee and a clean cotton robe, looking very energetic.

  The carriage accelerated again, and the owner didn't care about Fang Chang's old clothes, and bowed his hands and said:

   "Jian Zhengchu of Xingqing Mansion, returned from visiting relatives in Long'an Mansion, where is Mr. going?"

  Fang Chang didn't talk about his own footsteps, but said after returning the gift: "The head below, I am a casual person, and I want to go to the small town in front, it is only a dozen miles away, thank you for the footsteps."

   "That's just right. When we get to the town ahead, please ask Mr. Fang to get off the car."

   This Jian Zhengchu didn't ask too many questions. He called Fang Chang "Mr. Fang" one after another, and Fang Chang also called "Mr. Jian" back, and the two had a simple conversation.

  The conversation between the two parties was very shallow, and most of them were interesting things without root or reason, but Fang Chang's conversation still surprised this Mr. Jian, and thought that he was very lucky to meet this Mr. Fang during this trip.

  There are drains on both sides of the official road, but they are not covered with street trees. Shade is always available at intervals. Whenever there are big trees on the side of the road, you can always see three or two people resting under the tree, or drinking and eating.

   Walking down not far, you have already left the range of Yunzhong Mountain and entered the plain area.

  For a carriage, it takes nearly two hours to walk, and it only takes two quarters of an hour to get there.

   Seeing that the small town ahead was approaching, Fang Chang smiled and said, "I'll be there right ahead. Thank you, Mr. Jian, for giving me a ride. I hope the mountains and rivers meet again."

  Jane Zhengchu replied: "It was a pleasure talking with Mr. Fang, and we hope to see you again when we have the opportunity."

  The two bid farewell to each other, then Fang Chang jumped out of the car, waved at the carriage going away, then tightened the package tightly, and walked towards the town.

  The place where we got off the bus was a stone bridge, the bridge head was tens of feet away from the town, the river under Yunzhong Mountain forked, and ran across the front of the town, and the official road passed through the bridge and passed through the town.

  Convenient transportation has invigorated the economy, making this place relatively wealthy, and it also allows the official road passing through the town to become a clean and strong stone road.

  Because it is close to the main traffic road, it relies on the road to eat the road. There are tall signboards on both sides of the stone road, half of which are catering and accommodation, which is very prosperous.

  On the low railing pillars at the head of the bridge at the entrance of the town, "Fuhu Bridge" is engraved.

  A big stone was poked beside the official road at the entrance of the town, with three big characters "Huqiao Town" engraved on it with the test body, and the inside was painted with cinnabar.

   Well, this should be the handwriting of a scholar.

   Right under the boulder with the name of the town written on it, several passers-by were chatting, and the sound of the conversation drifted into Fang Chang's ears:

   "Zhuzi, let me tell you, there is a reason for the reputation of Huqiao Town."

   "How do you say it, third uncle?"

"See that bridge next to it? That's Fuhu Bridge. According to legend, a long time ago, there was a man-eating tiger in Yunzhong Mountain. Pick the strong and live people to nourish."

"That vicious tiger is fierce and difficult to fight, but it is also extremely shrewd. Trapping, poisoning, and besieging... all are ineffective. Many good hunters recruited from other places have fallen into its hands. The county has issued recruitment orders for this. Gao A reward was offered, but an ordinary person came to accept the list."

   "Ordinary people? Third Uncle, what about the next one?"

  The young man couldn't help asking when his third uncle suddenly stopped talking.

After a while, the older pedestrian continued to point out enthusiastically: "That ordinary person is a baker who walks around the streets. He told the county magistrate that he had previously been The sugar and oil used to make cakes is too heavy, almost eating dead people and getting a lawsuit."

   "Excessive sugar and oil will eat people to death?"

  Seeing his nephew was fascinated by this story, and the middle-aged passerby was even more excited. He told the story handed down like this:

"Of course, heavy oil and heavy sugar are delicious, but they are difficult to digest and are extremely harmful to the stomach and intestines. I have used poison on the evil tiger before, but it never worked. The county magistrate let the peddler try it .”

"This cake peddler rushed to make several large baskets of heavy oil and sugar cakes overnight, and several hunters carried them and fell on the path that the evil tiger must pass. Then, looking across a few hills, the evil tiger passed by. Tempted, I ate up several large baskets in one go, and lay down on the ground to rest."

"One or two hours later, the tiger suddenly roared loudly, jumped and jumped, smashed trees and rocks all the way, rushed to this bridge, and died. The county magistrate ordered the tiger to be dissected, and it was found that its intestines had been pierced. Rotten, it is the cooking cake that ate too much oil and sugar and died unexpectedly, everyone praised the cooking cake man's wonderful idea."

"It was a wooden bridge back then, and the town was called another name. After the evil tiger died, the county lord specially paid for a stone bridge to be rebuilt, and named it 'Fuhu Bridge', and the town was also called 'Tiger Bridge'. Bridge Town', gradually no one called the town by its real name, and finally the town simply changed its name."

  The young man asked curiously: "Where is that peddler?"

   "He accomplished what others couldn't accomplish, and brought peace to one side, so he took a lot of rewards from the county, married a beautiful wife and beautiful concubine, and opened a shop here, specializing in selling his family's special cooking cakes."

   "It is said that this is also the origin of the famous food here, Fuhu Cake, but the name of the strong man is no longer verified. Maybe if you can read, you can go to the county annals to find it."

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