Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

  Chapter 75 [Winter Game Gossip]

  Snowflakes are fluttering, falling from the clouds, like catkins in spring, or like chopped silk, fluttering among the mountains, covering the peaks, trees, valleys and rocky beaches one by one with silver makeup.

   "It's snowing..."

  Fang Chang didn't dodge either, and let flakes of snow fall on his clothes and head, melting into water.

  He reached out to take a few pieces, looked at the exquisite hexagonal structure of the snowflakes under the sky, felt the natural delicacy, and smiled.

   Yun Zhongshan is exceptionally enchanting.

  The harvest in the prefectural capital under the mountain is good this year. For the surrounding people, the upcoming New Year will not be too difficult to get through, and Fang Chang can sense that next year will be good weather and good harvests.

  In this respect, it is indeed a "auspicious snow year".

   Presumably, the catastrophe that is hidden and about to happen now will not be a natural disaster.

  The fairy dwelling on the cliff is gradually covered with snow, and it is completely white.

  On the contrary, the Lingjian Spring seems to be gushing out with warmth, and it has not been frozen, allowing the two tributaries of the Huanhua River downstream to continue to flow.

On the other hand, there are some stubbles of ice on the edge of the stream, indicating that the weather is cold. The two tributaries of Huanhua River run down the mountain along the original valley, enter the Baigou River, pass through the Xianqi Cliff all the way, form a waterfall on the edge of the cliff, and impact into a waterfall. The water pool, and then I don't know where it flows.

   Back in the thatched hut, Fang Chang boiled water to make tea, read a book, enjoyed the snow scene outside while drinking, and spent his days leisurely. I heard that some scholars are particular about making tea with snow water, but Fang Changyu dismisses it.

  The snow fell slowly until the third day, and he also stayed in the house for two days.

  After breakfast, he opened the door and looked at the sun. Fang Chang looked very interested.

  The sun outside is very good, and the snow is covered with white light, but the sky is still snowing, so I don’t know if it is clear or not. There are footprints all over the snow, two petals, three claws, four claws, five claws, plum blossoms... It proves that many kinds of small animals have visited here.

   Walking into the nearby shed, Fang Chang took the bamboo broom and started sweeping the snow regardless of the snowflakes in the sky that had not completely stopped.

  唰唰—唰—

  The new white clothes were peeled off the ground, revealing the original color.

  Pile the snow into the newly opened land, and build another snowman casually. Fang Chang holds a broom and stands on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the people at the bottom of the mountain.

   It has entered the twelfth lunar month, and the earth is full of joy.

  Fang Chang can know that the people at the foot of the mountain are slack, and they have already started buying new year's goods, wine and food, buying new clothes, visiting relatives and friends, but on the fairy cliff, although the color has been changed by snowflakes, it is still as quiet and peaceful as ever.

  ...

  Zi la—

  Fang Chang began to consume the stock he had prepared for the winter.

  He was frying bacon on a slate with the grease he had saved before, and beside him was half a basket of steaming cooked sweet potatoes that had just been steamed in a cauldron.

  Sweet potatoes are the staple food, and bacon is the side dish.

  The homemade bacon seems to be more delicious than the one obtained in Linxi Village at the foot of the mountain when the water source problem was solved.

  The appearance is slightly black, but after scraping and cutting into thin slices, the lean meat inside is bright red, and the fat meat is slightly yellow and translucent, as if there is oil dripping at any time. The sliced ​​meat exudes the aroma of pine and cypress, and the salt taste is just right, which is very suitable for rice.

  Especially the mineral salt used by Fang Chang, the quality and taste are far better than the coarse salt used in mountain villages.

  There is a lot of bacon above the fire pit, and it is estimated that it can be eaten next spring. There are also many suitable cooking methods. Next, Fang Chang is going to use a square drawer to steam a piece of food on a tripod to change the pattern.

  ...

  …

  Fang Chang walked in the mountains.

  After snowing in the mountains, the road is very difficult to walk, but this has no effect on him.

   Traveling all the way, there are not even many traces on the snow surface. If anyone in the Jianghu sees it, their eyes will open wide, their pupils will constrict, and they will exclaim, "Taxue Wuhen!"

  However, there are only birds and beasts in the mountains. They don't care how Fang Chang walks, but they are actively jumping in the snow, looking for food, and storing fat with difficulty.

  He was wearing a mountain attire, and he was carrying the sturdy thick rattan pannier on his back, inside which was a bronze axe, and between the pannier and his back, there was a bronze sword inserted obliquely.

  Fang Chang held a piece of bacon in his hand. The meat was fat and thin, more fat and less thin, and it looked very good. It was also a top-grade gift.

  There are few people in the mountains, but he still has acquaintances who can communicate. Ever since he got the chessboard presented by Fang Chang, the mountain **** of Yunzhong Mountain, who has accumulated a lot of loneliness because he hasn't seen any entertainment for hundreds of years, has become obsessed with this way, and invites Fang Chang to play chess every now and then.

  The invitation this time was written on a piece of bamboo by the mountain **** Zhang Chun, who was held by a sika deer and sent to Xianqi Cliff.

  The deer was just an ordinary beast, but seeing the little deer shivering from the cold, Fang Chang even gave it half a piece of sweet potato, which made the deer very happy.

  Walking slowly by the edge of the forest, Fang Chang's footsteps suddenly stopped.

  Here is a hillside, with a few elm trees next to it, with a few yellow leaves hanging, poking in the soil between the rocks.

  The reason why he stopped was because he suddenly thought that this elm tree is a good thing. Especially in times of famine, this can be regarded as a tree of life. Unlike Guanyin soil, which will die if eaten, this elm bark is ground into flour, which is really edible. If it is not winter, there are also elm leaves and delicious elm money Can satisfy one's hunger.

   But Fang Chang has never tasted this thing in two lifetimes.

  Excited, he simply threw the bacon in his hand into the basket behind him, stepped forward to lift the dry part, grabbed two pieces of tender elm bark, and put them in his mouth to chew.

  It has a slightly sweet taste, like the aroma of elm money.

   The taste is okay.

  Fang Chang happily decided to get some bark and grind it to eat after returning home.

  ...

  When he arrived at the mountain temple, the mountain **** Zhang Chun was already waiting there.

  Often playing chess, the two have become familiar with each other, so under Fang Chang's insistence, the mountain **** even changed his address from "Fang Shangxian" to "Mr. Fang."

   Seeing the invited guests arrive, Zhang Chun smiled, stood up from the chessboard, and bowed his hands:

   "The little **** has met Mr. Fang."

"Zhang Shanshen, I haven't seen you for a long time, is it okay?" Fang Chang stepped forward and said with a smile, then he took off his back basket, took out the piece of bacon and handed it over, "I made it myself, it tastes good, the mountain **** can try it .”

   "Of course it's okay. Incense is very popular recently." The mountain **** said with a smile. The source of incense is not only the nearby villagers, but also many passers-by.

   After receiving the bacon, the Mountain God took a look at it and praised: "Mr. is really a good crafter. It looks greedy, but I'm not respectful."

   After a brief exchange of greetings, the two of them sat down on both sides of the chessboard, holding black and white, and began to play chess. The mountain **** entertained Fang Chang with roasted chestnuts, cellared fruits, and tea made by Fang Chang.

   "This snow is not bad."

  Fang Chang laughed.

"Indeed." The mountain **** Zhang Chun placed a piece on the chessboard, looked up at the surrounding silver peaks, and said to the other party: "Yunzhong Mountain has not seen such heavy snow in several years. This year's snow is thick. I think next year the vegetation in the mountains will get more water, and it will be even worse." for prosperity."

  Fang Chang nodded.

  The two sides exchanged a few moves back and forth, and took a few chess pieces from each other.

  The mountain **** continued: "Recently, there have been more and more changes in the sky vision at night. I don't know what you think of it?"

   The second update.

   Thanks to Mad Mo Xiao for the reward.

  (end of this chapter)