Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 345 [In the wine shed]

  The more advanced the cultivation base, the more compatible Fang Chang will be with the surrounding world and everything. He was lying on the branch, just like the fruit growing on the tree, natural and harmonious. On a winter night, the cold wind from the sea blew by, and the dry branches swayed back and forth with him, which complemented each other under the moonlight.

   On the second day, Fang Chang went to the sea again and went straight down to the extremely deep place.

  There is no sunshine here all year round, and the seabed under the feet still slopes to a deeper depth with a steep slope, but the seabed terrain is complex, and there is no shortage of flat land. The creatures here have strange shapes, Fang Chang touched two flat fat fish at random, and found two clams to bring back.

   Cooked carefully, the taste is not bad, but there are no pearls in the clam.

  He washed the pots and bowls, walked back to the boat to search, only found a small shovel, and no other convenient tools. After weighing it twice in his hand, he returned to the bonfire, covered the fire with sand and rocks, and after restoring the surroundings, he jumped back on the boat and set sail eastward.

  After walking for three to five miles, Fang Chang looked back.

  But he saw that the small deserted island he had stayed on was surrounded by aura, and it was no longer the same as before.

  Perhaps a hundred years later, this place will also become a place where birds and flowers are fragrant, just because some practitioners stay here and make breakthroughs here. But what happened next has nothing to do with Fang Chang, and he didn't care about it. He turned his head and adjusted the direction of the sail. The boat tilted slightly and sailed eastward faster.

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  There are many small islands on the sea, and there are many islands dotted with people.

  Among these islands, criss-crossing waterways connect them together, bring vitality and communication to each island, and constantly break their closed atmosphere.

  Many ships sailed on these waterways, carrying people and products on various islands or on land, and exchanged them for cash or local food products after exchange in various places, earning the difference in price and making a lot of profits. The residents and managers of the island also welcome all merchant ships.

  For the common people, the ships that come and go can bring in tight, practical and scarce supplies, and they can also exchange the backlog of products here. For the managers of the islands, merchant ships can not only bring information about the surroundings, but also bring taxes.

However, although the islands do not forget to collect information from other places, there are very few places where they can raise sailors, and the few remaining ships are unable to land. Therefore, although there are many forces in the East China Sea, it is difficult to conquer and unify each other by force. .

  Fang Chang stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the ships on the route in the distance.

   Someone noticed a fishing boat here, and ordered the big boat to come up to find out if there was any unusual and delicious catch. They were willing to pay for it, but Fang Chang refused.

  He just asked: "Excuse me, where is the nearest port?"

The people on the boat were a little disappointed when they saw that there were no new catches, but he still raised his hand and pointed to the front and replied: "Over there, it is the largest island with a radius of about a hundred miles. There are many people on it, and there is no problem with supplies. Sin should also be a good place for my brother, there are many fishing boats there, and the catch is easy to sell."

   "Okay, thank you, I wish you the best of luck!"

  Fang Changgong cupped his hands to express his thanks, then turned around, followed the big ship that was getting farther and farther away, and walked slowly straight ahead.

  The birds are soaring on the water, and it is already close to the shore.

  Fang Chang gradually approached the shore, and found that this place was indeed a big port, just as the people on the boat met before said.

  There are no less than fifty berths alone, and most of them are already berthed with ships, and several ships are entering and leaving the port. Fang Chang was at the berth and saw the ship just now, but there was no one on it, only some dock workers were carrying half-person-high cargo packages from the ship.

   "Fishing boats cannot stop here! Three miles to the north, there is a special port for fishing boats!"

  There are members of the port, rowing a boat over, shouting here.

"okay."

  Fang Chang responded, and steered the boat to turn around, before arriving at the place where the fishing boat was moored.

  Because it is not frozen here, fishing boats keep coming and going in winter, unloading the fish caught in the sea, or selling them directly, or simply selling them. Therefore, a lot of relatively small restaurants have been opened here, providing various services to these fishermen at a low price.

  There are tea sheds, small restaurants, and wine sheds, as well as a storyteller standing there in shabby robes.

Tired for a long time, after a few days of only being accompanied by fish and sea wind and waves, what fishermen like most is to have a bowl of drink here after selling their catch, chatting and bragging with each other, or listening to Mr. The story of Duan Zhongchen, filial son, gifted scholar and beautiful woman, and then went home with joy and money in his pocket to be with his family.

  Fang Chang took a look, and followed the example of the people around him, walked to a wine stall, sat down at a table, and said to the shopkeeper:

   "Warm up a bowl of wine, and serve with two dishes."

  The shopkeeper hummed, then turned his head and went to warm the wine and load the dishes. The business here is good. In this somewhat cold winter day, drinking a bowl of warm spirits can warm one's whole body, which is the most comfortable thing.

  Fang Chang is dressed in white, with a sword on his back, not to mention a big wine gourd on his waist, and he looks completely different from the fishermen who eat and drink here. But due to the characteristics of Fang Chang's cultivation base, no one or fish and shrimp care about this at all.

   Two more people sat down next to Fang Chang, each ordered a drink.

  Although they didn't seem to know each other, while waiting for the shopkeeper to warm up the wine, the two people in front of them had a brief chat, and soon they chatted with each other.

   "How's your place doing this year?" the interrogator said, sounding like he was asking drinkers on another big island.

   "It's all right."

   "Okay!" The interrogator suddenly slammed the table, startling several people around him, and then he praised: "There is nothing wrong with it, isn't it a very good year? Everyone agrees."

  Although there was some bluffing, everyone still believed in this statement and nodded their heads one after another.

  The shopkeeper came over with several wine bowls, and with the help of his memory, he distributed a bowl to Fang Chang, and distributed the bowls in the tray to others one by one, without missing a single one.

   "Well, good wine."

   Fang Chang praised, at least for those who are willing to sit in this shed, the wine here is good. This kind of wine is strong enough and not mixed with water. Although it is a bit cloudy, it really tastes like strong wine, regardless of whether it is the most popular among fishermen here.

  The shopkeeper brought two stacks of small dishes, but it was a plate of fried soybeans and a plate of salted vegetables. The salted vegetables were marinated for a short time, and the salty taste was not high, but they were crisp and refreshing. Fang Chang pushed the plate forward, signaling to the other two people on the table to come together, they didn't refuse, thanked them briefly, and chewed beans together.

  (end of this chapter)