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The firewood in the woodshed was still dry. I threw a few descaling techniques on the tables, chairs and beds, and then took a broom and dustpan. I carefully swept the ground and poured the dust into the ash pit not far away. Fang Chang took out the original fire-making tool and rekindled the flames in the fire pit.

His way of making fire is still behind, which is not very suitable for his current set of bronze tools. Fortunately, it is not short of time, nor is it short of energy to drill wood to make fire.

But Fang Chang still decided that when you are in a few days, you can make a fire fold to use it. You can save the fire seed in a short time, and you no longer need to use wooden blocks to pull the fire bow as you did just now.

The orange flame ignited, and the warmth instantly emanated, making the hut that had experienced winter regained its vitality.

Unpacking the package, taking out the things inside again, folding the bag and putting it on, Fang Chang looked at it, took off the gourd around his waist and pulled the lid, took a sip of sorghum wine, turned around and went out to the kitchen next to him.

Now that I’m busy, it’s already time to eat.

He was going to get some food for himself.

The grains and the like are still intact, but the vegetables and fruits placed outside have decayed. The remaining dried fruits, bacon, dried fish and birds, mushroom skewers, and dried potatoes are still intact. The pickled vegetables in the pottery jar are also at the same time. Fang Chang is preparing to have the first meal after returning to the cliff to make it more abundantly.

The cellar also stores most vegetables and fruits. Those were originally used for wintering, and they specially chose some storage-resistant varieties. Now it is spring, and I think many of them should be decayed and cannot be eaten.

He was going to go down and take a look. If there were still edible things, he would use them. If the rest were decayed, he would clean them up after dinner.

The small cellar is not far from the kitchen. Fangchang deliberately avoids the groundwater veins, chooses a dry place to dig deep pits, sprinkle lime, lays beams and thatch as the roof, and then uses a thick layer of mud mixed with grass leaves, leaving only a small square opening for entry and exit.

He lifted the cellar cover and jumped in gently.

As the cover was lifted by the long side, a beam of sunlight shone in the small cellar entrance, slanting on the wall, and the reflected light shone brightly in the cellar.

It's not broken?

Fang Chang saw that in his small cellar, whether it was the stored potatoes and plant tubers, vegetables and fruits, except that it seemed very wilted due to the dry and lack of water in the cellar, there was no pile of them that was really rotten.

He chose something that looked more delicious and put it in half a bamboo basket.

Another thing that surprised Fang Chang was that he was a little uncomfortable in his breathing.

Fortunately, I am a practitioner. If an ordinary person lives alone on the mountain like this, jumping down recklessly like he did just now, he should have entered a state of dying due to inability to breathe and poisoning.

I think this is because the fresh goods stored in the cellar are still breathing, changing the air composition in the cellar. At the same time, the changes in the air composition are also the reason why these vegetables and fruits do not decay.

Therefore, among the people, the cellar that has not been opened for a long time must be ventilated before it can be entered.

Some people also try using candles or firewood. If the lamp is extinguished, the fire cannot go down. However, people often fail to understand this matter, just like Fang Chang just did, they died in the cellar.

Fortunately, for the practitioner Fang Chang, breathing is just a habit and has no use. Apart from feeling discomfort, it is safe and sound.

He took a basket and stepped on the wall of the cellar and climbed out of the cellar.

Fangchang did not cover the cover back, but opened the cover to ventilate the cellar.

He took the burning fire from the fire pit, and he made a fire in the kitchen, used copper cauldrons, copper plates, clay pots, etc. to start cooking. All kinds of ingredients, chopped, stewed and fryed, turned into delicious food in plates and bowls, and placed on the dining table.

In addition to pickled vegetables and vegetables, he also steamed potatoes and dried potatoes as staple foods, cut the bacon and steamed it and sliced ​​it, fryed a fish, and made bean soup.

There are a wide variety of seasonings in the mountains, and there are salt mines in the distance, which makes this meal very delicious.

It's just a bit better than the appetite, so I swept away all the food on the table.

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On this day, Fang Chang carried the hammer and chisel, turned over from the Xianqi cliff, put down his tools and began to organize and clean.

But he felt that a guest was coming in his spiritual sense.

"Fang Xianchang, Zhang Chun is visiting!"

As expected, when Fang Chang had just finished finishing the work and was boiling water, a shout came from behind the cliff.

"Welcome, please come here."

Fang Chang walked out of the house and saw Zhang Chun, the god of Yunzhong Mountain, standing opposite the valley where Huanhua Creek was located, shouting loudly, as if standing outside the door.

It’s no wonder that they used the place as a gate. Fangchang’s big stone with the three words “Huanhua Creek” was opposite the place where the two of them stood.

Perhaps in the future, we should make a small wooden bridge and place it on the stream next to the big rock.

Otherwise, before the pier is completed, the people who come will have to stand on tiptoe after Fangchang goes out to greet him, so as not to get wet on their clothes and uppers after they are on their way out.

Fang Chang walked into the open space, standing beside the chessboard under the ginkgo tree, waiting for the two of them.

When he got closer, Zhang Chun smiled and said, "Long time no see."

"It's really a long time no see you. Please sit down, my water is just right." Fang Chang asked them to the stone bench next to the stone table, then went back to the house, took off the boiled water, opened the bamboo tube and took out some homemade tea leaves, brewed a pot of tea, took the cup to the stone table, and poured it on the three of them.

He also sat down, but before he could speak, Fang Chang first looked at the half-grown boy next to him, and the god Zhang Shan brought the half-grown boy and said, "Why are you here too? I saw you on Xianqi Cliff for the first time."

The boy turned out to be Hu Yun.

He is the grandson of Hu Feng, the deceased fox demon. When Fang Chang saw him last time, the little fox had not yet transformed.

Shan Shen Zhang Chun smiled and said, "After he had finished mourning, he had just walked out of the sadness of losing his grandfather, and he easily transformed. It's really a good idea for you, sir."

Fang Chang nodded and said, "It's expected."

When I learned about the death of the old fox Hu Feng, I heard that the god Zhang Shan mentioned that Hu Yun was filial piety, so Fang Chang told the god that the little fox might be about to transform.

This is the opportunity of the other party. The second is that "if you win the human body, you will first win the hearts of others", and being able to make extremely human etiquette of "abiding filial piety" proves that the little fox really has a way of thinking in the world.

However, Fang Chang did not talk much about this. Each individual has his own fate, which is common sense.

The opposite side of Zhang Shan Shen said: "I heard the report from the wild beasts in the mountains recently, saying that Fang Shangxian on Xianqi Cliff has returned, so I came to visit me. I brought Hu Yun with me because the other party had something to ask for, but this is not an urgent matter. Let's talk about a few games first? During the days when Mr. was away, his hands were really itchy."

"I miss you very much when I am happy."

Fang Chang smiled and said, in fact, Zhang Chun was very lucky. He still remembered the cultivator Gushan he met when he went to Yuzhou this time. Since the neighbors could not play Go, they could only play Go with others to help them.
Chapter completed!