Not far from the residence, there is a cave, which is transparent in front and behind, because it is only about a foot deep, so it looks more like a stone ring.

I got up early in the morning and went to the big stone I used to stay and finished my practice and breathing. Fang Chang caught a fire in the house, took a bamboo tube and burned it with water, and prepared to make tea for a while.

Then he went out and took a long rattan from the valley and tied it to the stone ring in the distance.

He also weaves some ropes, using thatch, rattan skin, etc., which is a pastime when reading books against a bonfire at night, but the ropes are not long enough, so he can only use rattan this time.

Then Fang Chang carried the bedding out, spread it out, and hung it on the long vines to dry it. Because the bedding was a little wet, he did not use it last night and kept it on the head of the bed.

The sun is good today. The bright sunlight dispels the fog and exposes the green carpet-like peaks under the blue sky. The top is lush and covered with vegetation. The folds of the surrounding peaks are clearly reflected in the sun. That is the trace left by the geological era when the earth squeezes each other.

He clapped his hands and prepared to catch a small animal and bake it for breakfast, and then continued to do those things before going down the mountain.

For example, a charcoal kiln.

The semicircular charcoal kiln is still lying there. It has not rained these days since it went down the mountain, so there is no difference between this charcoal kiln and before he went down the mountain, just like... a grave.

It's better to strip it off quickly.

Before starting, Fang Chang first checked his shed.

The straw shed next to the hut is pretty good and strong enough. It has not changed during this period and can cover the rain. The pool built with homemade bricks in the middle of the hut has not appeared damp, and the charcoal in the kiln is ready to be stored here.

He gently pushed open the outer wall of the charcoal kiln and saw that the firewood inside had already turned in ink gray, standing upright, but it still maintained the appearance before entering the kiln.

I took out the two and knocked each other, and there was a loud sound of metal. After I broke it apart, I could see that the firewood inside was charred very thoroughly.

Well, very successful, very charcoal!

The charcoal kiln is a disposable product and cannot be used after it is opened this time. If you want to burn the next batch, you still need to build a new kiln with mud.

Although the long and long never lacks time, everything can be built slowly, one day I am in the mood to build a charcoal kiln that can reuse most of the kilns.

After breaking the mud in the shell and opening the kiln, Fangchang picked up the charcoal blocks from it and put them into the basket. Then carry them into the shed one by one and pour them into the built charcoal pond.

The results of this kiln are filled with half a pond.

However, Fang Chang's hands and body were all covered with dark charcoal powder flying during the labor process, stained with mottled pieces.

After looking at his new clothes and palms, then looking at the stream in the distance, Fang Chang pondered for a moment.

Perhaps, sometimes, it is not better not to do anything at all.

He lived without anything in this barren mountain, just enjoying the pleasure of creating things with his own hands, experiencing the natural and satisfying artistic conception, rather than torture himself.

so……

Fang Chang waved his fingers and concentrated on urging his magic power.

It was like a breeze blew by, and on his soapy clothes, the dark charcoal powder on his hands, and even the dust on his body before was pushed three feet away from the surrounding area and fell to the ground, forming a round mark.

Descaling technique.

This is a very useful little spell that can save a lot of effort and make people get close to nature in a more comfortable posture.

This is the first time Fang Chang used it. There are no spell gestures, no tricks, and just moves your mind at will, so you can use it.

He really doesn't like washing clothes.

Perhaps, I can consider wearing white clothes in the future.

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For the next period of time, Fang Chang was in a repetitive process:

Burn lime, burn bricks, burn charcoal.

It was not until the lime piled up, the bricks piled up, and the charcoal filled the two pools, and Fang Chang stopped. Looking at these results, I was very satisfied.

The fire pit in the house was burning.

In addition to making charcoal, lime and bricks, Fang Chang often goes to the woods to collect firewood.

This made his firewood reserves increase instead of reducing, and they were neatly placed in the straw shed. The abandoned shack was also filled with firewood and hay.

The thatched hut where Fang Chang lives is no longer the main storage area for firewood, and only the bamboo bed in Fang Chang is piled up as a spare hay and firewood. In addition, the pile is being used by the fire pit.

The pine and cypress branches in the fire pit are burning quietly, occasionally making a sound of peeling, and the smoke floats upwards, smoked and roasted the bacon hanging high and low above the fire pit, oozing the fragrance of it, then surrounds the roof and scattering through the gaps on both sides into the outside.

However, the time has not come, and the bacon is not yet completed.

Fang Chang only made bacon with the wild boar once at the beginning, because when he first went up the mountain, the bag of coarse salt had been used up, which made him unable to make pickled products.

It also makes the diet a little light recently.

At present, the Taoist temple is invented. Apart from bamboo beds and firewood piles, there is no furniture in the house.

There is only a small piece of large tree trunk, and it is used as a bench in the square long.

There are several bundles of ropes hanging on the wall made of bamboo pieces, which is a nightly entertainment.

There is also a big gourd next to it, with a greenish skin.

After picking it, he could feel that the gourd was empty. The sorghum wine he bought from the town at the foot of the mountain had been drunk.

Since it was taken up the mountain and hung on the wall, this gourd will always be taken off at night, and Fang Chang will sip at the kiln fire and the bright moon and starry sky.

Wine and the moon are very compatible.

After shaking the gourd, Fang Chang hangs it back on the wall.

Less alcohol has little impact on life, it just reduces the style. It is estimated that this gourd will not be detached for a long time, and I don’t know whether it can last until the next time I go down the mountain without rotting.

He opened the package on the bedside and looked for it, and took it out and had the seeds wrapped before.

They are as big as melon seeds, but they are squarer in shape, and they look very beautiful. There are also seeds purchased from Huqiao Town next to them, but they have not been sown. However, Fangchang ignored them and poured the gourd seeds into his hands.

Looking at the gourd seeds in his hand, Fang Chang smiled at them:

"This will plant you and live well."

After wandering around the melon field, he felt that it was not suitable. The gourd likes shade and is not suitable for the same species as the melon.

After looking at it, I carefully compared the two places behind the thatched hut and the cliff edge, and Fangchang still chose the cliff edge.

Maybe one day, the thatched hut will need to be covered, which is a bit dangerous for the seedlings behind the house. The delicate vines cannot bear the intense movement.

He turned over the soil and planted it on the shade of the big rock he often stayed in the morning.

The location here is good, with shady back, fertile, and easy to water. There are also big stones that allow the gourd to climb.

Fangchang's craftsmanship is very rough.

There was no soaking or germination selection. The land was just leveling, and after removing the weeds, the gourd seeds were slammed into the land.
Chapter completed!