Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 492 [Buy even the basket]

   I ate a lot at Chenghuang’s, and today is another day when I don’t need to cook. Fang Chang brought out a wicker chair, lay down in the empty courtyard, and quietly looked at the sky. The galaxies in the summer sky were magnificent and charming.

  The Jasper Lake next to it is like a bright mirror, reflecting the Milky Way in the sky. For a while, people can't tell where is the earth and where is the sky. The cool breeze of the summer night blew gently, like countless pairs of soft hands, kneading the body was extremely comfortable.

  Fang Chang's cultivation had already reached the state of perfection, and countless auras spewed out during his breath. Since he went to Yunzhong Mountain, Yunzhong Mountain has become more and more beautiful with the center of Xianqi Cliff in recent years.

  The vegetation, birds and beasts, stubborn rocks, streams, springs, and clouds in the mountains all benefit from this. If a practitioner came to Yunzhong Mountain ten years ago, he would be surprised by the drastic changes here if he came back today.

  For ordinary people, this change is not so obvious. For example, the woodcutters and hunters in the villages and towns around Yunzhongshan still go to the mountain every now and then to make a living, but if someone asks about the changes in Yunzhongshan...

   "There is no change. I have already been familiar with the road in the mountains, and it is the same as before."

  Of course Fang Chang didn't care about this, and no one mentioned it to him. He just lay quietly under the night sky, looked up at the boundless starry sky, and didn't think about anything, and didn't have to think about anything.

   This is a great freedom.

  No hunger or cold, no troubles from foreign affairs, no worries about chaos, and you can do things as you like. These points alone are already a situation that people in the world desire but can't get.

   What's more, Fang Chang's lifespan has also become longer since he achieved success in cultivation. The word longevity, although it is a natural thing for practitioners, but for the world, it is hard to find but cannot be obtained.

   It’s just that the path of practice pays attention to fate, not to mention that most people in the world don’t know about practice.

  ...

   Fang Chang woke up from the wicker chair.

   Lately he has taken to sleeping, especially outside under the night sky.

  The heavy humidity in the morning did not affect him, and the clothes on Fang Chang's body were still as dry as new, without attracting dust or moisture. On the contrary, the wicker chair behind him had already condensed dew, trembling in the sun, as if it would drip at any time.

  He simply made some breakfast, then returned to the Hall of Unknown Names, and changed back into the white clothes.

  Fang Chang only took the wine gourd, stepped out and stood on the cliff.

  He is not planning to go down the mountain these days. Although setting up a stall is interesting enough, he thinks that the way he chose is not right. Whether it's a guest role as a mysterious street vendor, or five cents a piece for fast sales, although they all become popular, they can't last long.

  So, it is better to change the way of thinking.

  After all, being a mysterious street vendor may lose money, and there is suspicion of gambling, while fast sales of five cents a piece will take a long time to prepare the goods, which is too wasteful of time and the cost-effectiveness is not good.

  He doesn't want to be a middleman who buys and sells, that's not good for the country.

  After changing his mind, Fang Chang suddenly had a new idea. So those things that were not sold out yesterday continued to stay in the warehouse, lying quietly on the wooden shelf, and never saw the light of day again.

  Fang Chang walked into the warehouse, looked left and right, and found a flat iron plate.

  It’s just that it is difficult to repair the shape of the iron plate with the existing equipment. After all, the iron plate is about a finger thick, and he does not have hand tools such as a lathe, and the forge iron furnace next to the work shed is not suitable for this kind of fine processing.

   Forget it, let’s hang up.

   That's how it loses some of the fun.

  He pointed like a sword, and lightly drew a circle on the iron plate. The three-inch sword aura from his fingertips cut the iron plate like cutting paper. The most pleasing thing is that this circle drawing is extremely standard, as if drawn by a compass.

   After thinking about it, Fang Chang took the iron sheet again, heated up the forge, beat it continuously, and made a small stove. Then he used mud mixed with hay to evenly spread a layer in the hearth.

  While the stove was drying, Fang Chang went to the warehouse to fetch beans and wheat, crushed them into powder with a stone mill, then sifted them briefly and put them in bags.

  There are a few shoulder poles in the warehouse, which Fang Chang tried to make by himself at the beginning.

   After a few days, when everything was ready, he tried to burn the clay stove that he had made, then put out the fire, refilled the firelight and coals inside, tied it with a thick rope, and hung it on one end of the pole.

  At the other end, he hung a large bamboo basket, and put the iron plate in it, as well as the noodle bag, a small bottle of salt, a small jar of noodle sauce, a bottle of crushed pickles, and a large jar of spring water.

   Then he went to the vegetable bed, picked up the shallots and put them into the basket.

  Put this very light pole on his shoulder, and Fang Chang walked down the mountain.

   Today we still go to Ninghe Fufu City.

  The mist in the field has not cleared, but there is already smoke everywhere.

  Because he didn't try to slander like a real businessman, and because Xianqi Cliff is not far from Ninghe Mansion, Fang Chang came late after all, but this is also good.

  That is, the materials that need to be purchased are complete.

  He carried the burden, and after paying the entrance fee, he stopped by the market to have a look.

   Sure enough, there are already imitators of his sales method a few days ago, and the other party is also yelling at five cents a piece. There are a few customers around, and the business seems to be good.

  Fang Chang didn't care, he smiled and turned to leave.

  If you are selling food, it is better to choose a place with a lot of people. At least the street corner is far better than the market, and it is better than the big tree when you were selling groceries.

  However, Fang Chang still looked around first.

Not only is there a regular market in the city, there is also a peasant woman carrying a big basket full of eggs, and she is selling it on the side of the street, but it seems that she is shy. I am ashamed to yell out.

  Fang Chang reckoned that if this situation remained unchanged, she would probably wait until mid-morning before she would overcome her shyness and yell out because of her anxiety about not opening.

  He stepped forward and asked, "How do you sell the eggs?"

Seeing someone asking the price, the peasant woman was overjoyed, and secretly relieved, she hurriedly replied: "If you buy all the eggs in this basket, you can give me thirty-five yuan. Fresh and affordable."

  Fang Chang nodded. He didn't counter-offer. He directly took out the remaining money from his pocket, handed it to the peasant woman in pairs, and then prepared to pick up the eggs in the basket one by one into the basket.

  But right away he said: "I'll give you a few extra pennies, and you just sell this basket to me. You can go a few steps and buy a new basket in the city. Wouldn't it be wonderful."

  (end of this chapter)