Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 404 [Climb to look at and chase]

  Thinking about it, it seems that only a little bit of evil spirit in sight can be used as a breakthrough point.

  So he lightly jumped down from the top of the city gate, regained his normal state where he could be seen by others, and then walked around the city lightly.

  On the surface, he was aimless, but in fact he was walking towards the place where he just saw a little bit of evil spirit.

The people around were discussing occasionally, and the description of the previous incident made him more interested in the affairs of this Guangyang City, so he was going to find a starting point and participate in it to see what was going on .

  What the people in the city said was different from what the villagers said when they went to Cengfan. Fang Chang heard and pieced together the rumors among the residents in the city:

That tall man is a man who lives alone in the city. He is very low-key on weekdays. One day he suddenly became ruthless and rushed into the state government office with two Xuanhua axes (not the double hammers in the previous story). The flames soared into the sky, and the shouting and killing continued all night.

Then, the Zhizhou, who originally ignored political affairs and only raised taxes, suddenly began to show up, and the exorbitant taxes that had been added were also exempted again. Home.

  The master who was very active in the city disappeared without a trace, along with many familiar faces recruited by the state government in recent years. After that night, it was said that another concubine in Zhizhou disappeared, but the most shocking thing was that the strong man who broke into the prefectural office at night also disappeared.

   It is said that someone has seen these people again in the city, but the provenance cannot be tested, and it is impossible to confirm the authenticity.

   Instead, the common people conceived many story trends and many reasons based on the various situations they obtained, each with twists and turns, and some with fantasy. Other conjecture elements that the common people love to see, such as revenge, elopement, debt, abandonment, quarrel, etc., are numerous.

  Fang Chang walked to the place where he found a little bit of evil spirit, wandering around in the market, but found nothing.

It's the slack season now, and it's cold early here in the north, so after the people are free, they take advantage of the good harvest this year and the light tax burden, so some people from nearby villages and towns come to the city to take a look around , this seems to be an action that people all over the world like.

  So the market is very lively, with many people coming and going.

Every moment, many people pass by Fang Chang. Their identities are different. Some have deep wrinkles on their foreheads and have children beside them; , walking like the wind; some have elegant temperament, still holding books in their hands;

The clouds above their heads representing their past, present, and future are all different and strange. Fang Chang looked at the past and found that many people's experiences could not even be written in novels, because life is always more bizarre than art. In other words, novels need to be told. Logic, but life doesn't need it.

   Enjoyed watching, Fang Chang looked at the storefronts on the street, then turned and walked over.

   "Guest officer please come inside, please come inside."

   This is the tallest building in the whole city, taller than the buildings in the state government office, but it is a luxurious restaurant. The clerk at the door is a bit older, not as agile as a young man, but he looks very stable.

  Perhaps the supervisor of this store valued his stability, so he assigned him the job of standing at the door to welcome guests, which is very important compared to restaurants. After all, as the highest-grade restaurant in the city, there are many wealthy people who come here, so of course the service needs to be correct.

   "How many guests are there?"

   "One, is there a box? It should be quieter, and the window should face north."

   "Yes, yes, upstairs please."

   Then he was immediately handed over to the boy above, and Fang Chang was led up to the third floor and into a box. The inside is not big, obviously prepared for a relatively small number of people.

  With the lighting level of this era, these closed boxes all have windows.

It's just that in winter, it's hard to open, and you can only rely on the light coming in through the window paper. However, Fang Chang noticed that there are two windows inside, and the window lattices have been replaced with squarer and sparser grids, with inlaid windows in the middle. A small piece of plate glass.

  The glass is not smooth, it looks slightly deformed on the outside, slightly greenish, and there are a few fine air bubbles in it.

   But in any case, in terms of permeability and firmness, it is much stronger than window paper.

  Seeing Fang Chang's gaze, the clever boy next to him introduced with some pride:

   "Did the guest officer see it? This is a glazed window brought from the south. The transparent thing on it is called 'glass'. The price is slightly higher, but compared to the original window paper, it is much better. No matter how you look at it, it is worth it."

"The big households in the city are also looking for ways to buy it, but the output of this thing is not high at present, so it is hard to find money. Our shopkeeper only got a part of it, and replaced two doors for each box, and replaced them all. I don't know when yet."

As he spoke, he took out a glass and put it in front of Fang Chang, brought a kettle to make tea, the tea leaves were swirled and stretched in the glass under the impact of hot water, and then the water in the cup was dyed brown, served with The steam is curling up from the mouth of the cup, which is really beautiful.

The little guy smiled and said: "The shopkeeper said that this glass is more suitable for wine, but we don't produce it here, but there are many in the Western Regions. He is still in touch to buy it. Maybe you can drink it in a glass when you come next time, sir. Wine from the Western Regions—what would you like to eat, sir?"

   But I saw that the little guy took out a list from nowhere.

  It looks very fashionable and avant-garde.

   Fang Chang took the list, looked at it, then pointed to the item on it and said, "Give me a mutton shabu-shabu. It's quite cold in winter. It must be comfortable to eat meat next to the hot pot. I don't want anything else."

"okay."

  The little guy went down quickly, and as the kitchen below was busy for a while, a copper pot with burning coals was brought up and placed in the middle of the table. The soup inside is steaming hot, but it has not been turned over yet, and there are some materials in it as the bottom of the pot.

   Then, another waiter brought two large plates of thinly sliced ​​meat, a small plate of cabbage leaves, a small plate of radish cubes, and a sauce made with sesame paste and a few cloves of pickled garlic.

"Guest officer, your dishes are ready, please use them. If you need to add soup or vegetables, or other orders, please pull the rope next to it, and the bell will ring outside. If there is no order, we will leave and don't bother You have your meal." The leading boy bowed and said.

   "Okay, thank you." Fang Chang nodded and waved his hand, and the two boys went out and closed the box door.

  The private room fell silent in an instant. The soup in the pot still had some time before it boiled. Fang Chang stood up, walked to the window, stretched out his hand to unlatch the window, and opened the window.

  The cold wind from outside poured in instantly.

  (end of this chapter)