Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 402 [A story like storytelling]

"Did the guest come from far away?" The man dressed as a farmer on the opposite side smashed his mouth, reminiscing about the turbid wine he just drank, stretched out his chopsticks to hold a piece of pork liver, and said with a smile: "You are asking the right person. , I once went north when I was young, and I walked two hundred miles."

"The geography to the north of our place is actually nothing to say. This is Qingtoufu, Xianying Prefecture. Further north is flat land. The road is straight and wide. Just follow it, go north and west. There is a big city more than a hundred miles away, and there are all kinds of fun in it, just like a paradise on earth.”

"According to the old people in the village, you can go to the sea one hundred and ten miles to the east, but no one in the village has seen it, but vendors often come here to sell shrimp paste and dried shrimp, which are said to be caught from the sea in the east. , tastes good, goes well with rice."

  Fang Chang thanked each other, held the bowl to respect each other slightly, and then each took a sip.

  The other party did not inquire about his origin, but only guessed that Fang Chang came from a place far to the south.

  This is not unusual in the village, because the average person here sits at the table, often the first sentence is "Where are the relatives?" After Fang Chang sat down at the table, he saw that everyone around him greeted each other like this.

But Fang Chang's appearance, with his tall sword eyebrows and star eyes, his white clothes not stained with dust, and a strange backpack and a weapon on his back, doesn't seem to be doing farm work—in fact, Fang Chang is on the cliff. He did a lot of farm work—in short, the man in white seemed to be very difficult to mess with, so everyone flinched when facing him.

  Then someone next to them saw that they no longer talked about northern geography, so they continued the previous conversation and said:

"Just now we talked about the haunting in the city. It was rumored that the city **** himself came forward to entrust the dream to solve the problem. I also heard something else. The world is in chaos now. Didn't we know that the state suddenly raised taxes the year before last? There is a saying that , Zhizhou is also preparing to raise troops to rebel and attack neighboring state capitals like those in the south."

"In the end, there were some masters in the city who were able to pinch and calculate, and they were able to break the matter. So in order to keep the world peaceful, on a dark night with a moon, they carried two sledgehammers and rushed into the state government office. It is said that the howls and soldiers The sound of the handcuffing of blades can be heard in half the city, and it frightened the surrounding villagers so much that they shivered under the covers, so they never dared to mention it."

"Later everyone said that in that battle, blood flowed like a river. The masters in the state government who encouraged Zhizhou to rebel surrounded and attacked the expert. The fights came and went. They were all experts who could fly over the roof and walk over the wall. , almost lifted the tiles in the state government office, so the corvee was enlisted to rebuild the government office afterwards, do you remember?"

  People around nodded at the same time. For the common people, corvee has always been a painful thing, and the memory will be very deep.

   Seeing the eyes of the people on the table looking at him, the speaker became more interested. He drank a sip of wine happily, took a piece of meat, chewed exaggeratedly, and waved his hand and said:

   "That's right! If it wasn't damaged inside, why would it need to be rebuilt? After all, it's said that 'officials don't repair yamen'."

  A young man next to him touched his arm and reminded:

   "Fourth Uncle, tell me about that tall man."

"Oh good." Seeing that everyone's focus was not on the trampling of the state government office, the high-spirited villager hurriedly said, "No one saw clearly the appearance of that tall man, and only said that he danced with two sledgehammers." Like turning flowers, blowing the wind, those subordinates of the master of the state government will die if they touch it."

"Then after the expert killed through the enemy formation, he saw the master running away, so he weighed the hammer in his right hand, yelled, and threw it out, hitting the master's back just right, smashing him Get inside the wall and get accounted for."

   This villager seems to have a talent for storytelling. Some of the people at the table listened wonderfully and couldn't help but want to applaud, but thinking that this is the scene of a funeral, they didn't shout out after all.

  Just listen to him continue:

"After the high man subdued this group of people, he didn't go to pick up his hammer. Instead, he went straight to Zhizhou, grabbed the other party's collar, and asked him to stop recruiting troops and store food. Zhizhou was frightened and had to obey. Softened, ordered to stop raising taxes, and dismissed the assembled state soldiers."

"In the end, the expert didn't know how to accept it when he saw it, and even forcibly asked for Zhizhou's concubine. As a result, Na Zhizhou forcibly endured it." After a pause, seeing everyone at the table staring at him, the villager who told the story Under such a degree of attention, Mei's eyes were a little blurred, "Then on this last step, something went wrong."

  The young man next to him couldn't hold back, and urged: "What about the back? Uncle Fourth."

"Don't worry, listen to me." The villager waved his hand impatiently, and continued, "It stands to reason that the expert has already achieved his goal, so it's best to stop here. As a result, he made an inch of it and wanted to bring It's a bit out of line to go with a beautiful concubine from Zhizhou."

"Originally, Zhizhou was already intimidated. Seeing that there was no accident, this man was going to bring the beauty back, but something really went wrong." At this point, the villagers almost danced, "The Zhizhou's concubine is also a good one. He is easy to get along with, and has extremely handsome kung fu, and when he came out, he beat off the people who came to ask for trouble."

   "But what Zhizhou did before has already hurt this woman's heart, so the other party ran away without waiting for Zhizhou to persuade her to stay. She lives in seclusion in the city. She doesn't know where to hide, and no one can find her place."

  Hearing this, everyone shook their heads and sighed, feeling very sorry.

  They wished they could take their own lives as magistrates, thinking that if they were magistrates, they would definitely be able to manage this place well, and they would never disappoint that beautiful concubine.

  Fang Chang is naturally different from the surrounding villagers. He felt a little funny when he heard this very romantic story.

  At least for him, many loopholes can be picked out of this story.

According to the information he obtained before, the monsters eroded the power of the state capital, all of which started with beauty tricks. The concubine who knew the state was probably a goblin. From this point of view, all the elements in the story just now are very suspicious. , let alone the story of this "unscrupulous person".

  Anyway, the north is also on the way, Fang Chang is going to visit the city and ask what happened in the first place.

   At this point, everyone’s bowls were almost full of wine, and the host’s family was limited by financial problems, so they didn’t prepare more, and everyone took it for granted. However, none of the people at the table ate the previous dishes vigorously, but waited eagerly.

   "The table is coming! Be careful not to burn it!"

  It was still those boys who shuttled between the tables carrying long trays. Each wooden tray was placed on a table, and the eight buckle bowls on it were brought over.

  (end of this chapter)