Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Accompanied by the amazement of the young passers-by, his third uncle changed the subject again and began to tell him about various delicacies in distant cities, which made the young man gulp.

Fang Chang walked slowly past the two of them, smiling slightly.

The incident narrated by the passers-by in the past is obviously old, and with the exaggerated expressions and movements of the narrator, there must be some moisture, and it is impossible to judge whether it is true or false.

But come to think of it, if this story is true, the vicious tiger in it must have become a monster.

After all, in this story, it can distinguish the poisons and traps of good hunters from all over the world, and it can fight wits and courage with professional humans, and "infinite strength" is also an obvious sign. It's just that this tiger demon hurt people too much and blinded its spirituality, so it simply fell into the Tao and died in an extremely ridiculous way.

There is no need to delve into the story itself, and Fang Chang doesn't want to delve into it either.

However, there is this tiger-subduing stone bridge here. I think it is not without reason. Tigers should have died here.

Well, you can try the famous food here, tiger pancakes.

Fang Chang walked back to the town, and by the way, looked at the various forms of life here, seeing the adults running around, children playing, amidst the rolling yellow dust, it was quite vivid.

It takes money to buy food.

Fang Chang is penniless now, and all the funds he sold to sell his property at the beginning were used up when he left his hometown and went to the mountains, leaving him with nothing left.

He is considered to have achieved success in cultivation now, and money in the world should not be taken casually, such as "robbing the rich to help the poor" or "turning a stone into gold" is not advisable, otherwise too much karma will impair his cultivation.

But he has his own way.

Looking at both sides of the stone road, Fang Chang found a gold and silver shop and walked in. Although the town is very prosperous, it is not comparable to the big city. Although there are many pedestrians, there is still no special jewelry store here.

On the other hand, the gold and silver shop, which also serves as a pawn and gold and silver jewelry exchange, has the function of a jewelry store, and even sells some groceries part-time. In this small town where people come and go, the business is flourishing.

"What do you want, sir?"

When I entered, I saw rows of large cabinets covering the walls, quite old, only the counter seemed to be newly made. The shopkeeper of the gold and silver shop was leaning behind the counter, fiddled with the abacus with his index finger, and when he saw Fang Chang walk in, he immediately put on a smile , ask aloud.

Looking at the person in front of him with the green cloth package on his back, he should be an official person, even if the other person's clothes are rough, as a professional shopkeeper, he is very professional and will not treat him slowly.

"I don't know where you can collect jade materials?"

"Of course it was accepted." The shopkeeper said seriously.

It seems that it will be a big business, and it's time to test your vision again? Since the other party said "receive", it should not be a pledge, but a sale...

"Help me see this jade in the rough."

Fang Chang reached out from the package, and when he took it out, he broke off the piece of jade and put it on the counter.

After the jade block was placed firmly, the shopkeeper reached out to take it, and took a closer look at it through the light from the window to see the jade quality and inner texture.

"Good jade!" The shopkeeper first praised, and then said: "It is crystal clear and flawless, but unfortunately it is not big, and it is only rough jade. It has not been carved by craftsmen, so the value will not be too high... I paid eight hundred coins, I don't know Is the guest officer satisfied with the price?"

"Can."

No price was discussed, and Fang Chang simply agreed.

"So, please wait a moment, guest officer." After finishing speaking, he took the money and a simple document, and asked: "Does the guest officer need a deed? It will state the size and price of this piece of uncut jade."

"No need to do that." Fang Chang shook his head and refused.

"Okay, please take it away, guest officer. This is 800 civil officials' money." The 800 copper coins are quite heavy, and the shopkeeper picked them up with both hands and handed them to Fang Chang.

After a brief look, the quantity was roughly not bad, so I thanked the shopkeeper and packed it up to go out. The gold and silver shop must have made some money from this transaction, but Fang Chang didn't care.

It is also a normal way to get money by exchanging what the other party needs at an equivalent price, so there is not much karma involved.

If there is no treasure to exchange for money this time, Fang Chang even considers taking a part-time job in the town to carry goods for pedestrians and merchants.

There are no tailor shops in the town, but only in big cities.

However, the four major industries of clothing, food, housing, and transportation are considered to be necessities of the people, so there is still a "Shao's silk and satin shop" in the small town. Fang Chang heard from the surrounding population that it also doubles as a tailor.

There is a flagpole slanted at the door, with the word "cloth" written on it, which is seriously inconsistent with the name of the shop-they are all ordinary cloth, not even a piece of silk.

"What do you want, sir?"

"I'm going to make clothes, so I just use this kind of cloth." Fang Chang patted a piece of soap-colored muslin beside him, and said to the people inside.

The tailor came over and measured the body length, shoulder width, waist circumference, and limb length using a ruler. He negotiated a price, took a deposit and left his name. The two parties agreed to pick it up in three days.

Clothes are precious items, and Fang Chang lost half of the money he earned from selling jade after customizing.

As a famous local specialty snack, Fuhu pancakes are sold everywhere.

There are official shops with a signboard of tiger cakes, and there are clerks at the door to attract customers; there are small stalls on the street, most of which are busy with couples.

Fang Chang chose the stall with the most people, went up to line up, and bought a few cakes for more than ten yuan.

Take a bite, it is really crispy and fragrant.

The noodle cakes are filled with sugar lard, baked crispy, dotted with sesame seeds, and sandwiched with a thin straw paper.

Walking to the corner of the street, Fang Chang looked for a place to open the package on his back, and took out the cooked meat that was brought down from the cliff and tied with broad leaves.

The meat is a little cold, but still delicious, and it has been wrapped in broad leaves for a while, with a hint of fragrance. Split the biscuit into two halves, then cut the cold meat and stuff it into the steaming biscuit. The hot cake and the cold meat are delicious.

The stall owner not far away is still telling the customers: "Everyone can eat with confidence. This cake has reduced the amount of sugar and oil compared to when Fuhu was in the past. Just don't be greedy."

Hearing this, Fang Chang smiled and wiped out the meat pies in his hand.

Next, he wandered around the town of Tiger Bridge.

People traveling by car and horse from south to north usually rest here for half a day and overnight, or pass by at noon to pad their stomachs. There are row upon row of paving and sheds on the street, and it is very lively, with the sound of conversation, hawking, neighing of mules and horses, rattling of wheels, and clapper bells.

Although his hearing was excellent after he had completed a small cultivation base, the noise had no effect on him. To the bustling Huqiao Town, he was like an outsider, walking alone on the cobblestone road.

Fang Chang enjoyed this state of mind very much.

There is a tavern in front of it. There is a word "wine" on the pole at the door, which is blowing in the wind, and there is a faint fragrance of wine.

Thinking of the sorghum wine in Linxi Village, he was going to ask the price.

At this time, the sound of a woman wearing a skirt and holding a dustpan next to her, talking with her neighbors reached Fang Chang's ears.

"...The strange incident at Pang Yuanwai's family is getting more and more serious."

"Yes, I searched for several mages, Wu Zhu, but they all returned without success. They didn't even know the reason. Some said there were ghosts, and some said there were demons."

"It's really scary. Fortunately, only his family had an accident..."

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