MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 19 【The first batch of pottery】

  Chapter 19 [The first batch of pottery]

  Bacon is cured meat that has been processed through special procedures. After the farmhouse makes it, it is often taken out to eat at the end of the year and the beginning of spring, so it is named.

  It is a special product in the countryside, which can be stored for a long time. It can be used for self-serving and entertaining guests. Therefore, the really good bacon has always been found in people's homes.

  This is the case.

  The pigs raised in the countryside drink the natural spring water in the stream, eat wild vegetables in the mountains, and are fed cooked bran food cooked with firewood. The taste is naturally very special and authentic.

  Smoking is the most important step in making bacon, and Yunzhongshan is rich in pines and cypresses, which are easy to obtain and are the usual source of firewood for daily cooking.

  Hanging the salted meat strips above the stove, under the smoky fire for a long time, the meat became charred and black, but the special taste of pine and cypress smoke was smoked in.

  Wait for the stone to heat up, put the washed and thinly sliced ​​meat on it one by one for frying. The meat is rich in fat, and it slowly oozes out as it is fried and grilled, and it starts to sizzling, and the aroma of the meat permeates.

   At this time, the sorghum wine in the bamboo tube is already warm.

  Fang Chang grabbed the bamboo tube, took a sip, then used pine branches as chopsticks, and put the grilled bacon slices into his mouth.

Um! tasty.

  The meat is rich in aroma, the skin is crispy and the meat is soft, and the taste is good, with a hint of smoked pines and cypresses. Because the salt seeps into it, it is a little salty, but the flavor is more prominent. It is really good bacon.

  Sorghum wine is also good. The homemade wine is not filtered or the head and tail are removed, but because the sorghum wine needs to be steamed, it is quite clear. Drink two sips, sweet and refreshing, with a lingering fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, and the mellow aftertaste will last for a long time.

   After a while, the wine and meat are all eaten, which is comfortable.

  Taking out the stones from the firepit, Fang Chang leaned aside to rest for a while, read the books again, and walked out of the thatched bamboo hut with his hands behind his back.

  The stars are shining outside.

  On the black satin-like sky, there are stars, the moon has not yet risen, everything around is dimmed, and the mist is light and spun around the mountains like a spun yarn. The hut behind him is filled with smoke and fire, and when I walk to the edge of the cliff, there are scattered lights on the land in the distance, which is the world under the mountain.

   Facing this scene, Fang Chang smiled, turned his head back, and looked at the pottery blanks from before.

  By this time they should be completely dry.

   Fortunately, there is nothing to do at night. I am not here to adjust my breathing. If I practice meditation, I don’t need sleep so much. I have enough firewood, so I just start the furnace now.

   After cleaning the previous furnace and checking that there were no cracks, Fang Chang began to break off the firewood and stuff it into it.

  Then take out the pottery blank, carefully put it into the furnace, and fill the surrounding area with firewood.

  The firepit is burning. Take a piece of pine branch to draw the fire and light the fuel in the furnace. Fang Chang began to take care of it, and kept breaking the firewood, carefully placing it in the furnace.

  The sky is getting darker.

  The lights in the distance below the mountain gradually went out.

   Only the fire from the furnace on Xianqi Cliff was left, shining from the furnace mouth and the ash chamber, reflecting a small piece of ground around it bright red.

  The night wind gradually picked up, and the air became even colder. After taking a few deep breaths, Fang Chang looked in through the mouth of the stove and saw that several utensils were already burning red hot. He was careful to keep the fire going and keep the furnace warm.

  The firepit in the thatched hut was gradually extinguished, the birds and beasts near and far had fallen asleep, and the insects were singing clearly in the surrounding grass.

  A curved silver moon rises into the sky.

  The night is so beautiful.

   Fang Chang didn't stop adding firewood until the east turned white, and waited for the temperature in the furnace to drop slowly. This firing consumed more than half of the firewood he had collected.

  Go to the big rock on the edge of the cliff first, taking advantage of the first ray of sunshine in the morning, with your five hearts facing the sky, and breathing with your legs crossed.

  After some practice, he found a few more fruits for breakfast, and Fang Chang went into the forest to replenish the firewood. The firewood in the morning is still wet with dew, so it needs to be piled up in an open space to dry before it can be stored.

   When the temperature in the furnace was lowered and could be touched, he carefully pushed aside the ashes and took out several utensils from it.

  Bowls, plates, and pots are not smooth and symmetrical because there is no roulette. Take them to the stream and fill them with water one by one, just to see if there are any cracks and leaks. If there are any damages, they can be crushed and added to the next furnace.

  The creek is still a little far away from the house, and it would be much more convenient to take the time to divert the stream water.

  The success rate of this furnace is quite high. Fang Chang has not only tableware, but also cooking utensils.

  Looking for some stones, he put the water pot on the side of the firepit. He cut the fruit left over from the morning into small pieces and threw it into it to cook. The fruit soup in the pot gradually became delicious while the water was tumbling.

Perfect!

  Using a long-handled spoon made of bamboo tubes to scoop the soup into a bowl, Fang Chang tasted it and praised himself in his heart.

  After washing the cooking utensils and tableware, he put the basket on his back and walked towards the bamboo forest down the mountain. He was going to cut some more. Bamboo is a very useful material.

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  Mountain people picked or carried them, carrying incense candles, wine, five-color sacrifices, and simple musical instruments, along the path, rushing up the mountain.

  After hearing about this, some people came from neighboring villages and small towns just to join in the fun. A few peddlers even heard the news, like chasing a market, carrying a burden to follow the crowd to sell, because there are many people here, their business is not bad.

   Now is the slack season for farming. The people of Linxi Village did not wait too long after getting Fang Chang's request. After a simple preparation, the whole village was mobilized to worship at the mountain temple.

  The hillside, which is rarely visited by people, became lively again.

  The small road became wider and more solid under the footsteps of everyone. There was no road in the mountains, but when more people passed by, it became a road.

   Decorate the small temple with red silk, set up the offerings, and a few young people who know village musical instruments start to play. This red silk cloth with a flower in the middle has been used for many years, and it will be removed after the worship, and it will be used again next year.

   Resting in his own cave, Zhang Shanshen, who had been hurt and tired these days, was startled by the movement outside, and quickly got up to observe the situation outside.

  What are they here for?

  The mountain **** was inexplicably surprised, it was not the season, so he started worshiping.

   But if there is incense, keep it. For gods, the more the better, and this time the quality is good. After collecting a large wave of incense, the mountain **** felt that his body was stable and his soul was strong, and most of his fatigue and pain disappeared, leaving only a little.

  When the villagers burned incense and candles to worship, the elder host stood at the front and prayed. From the prayer he made up himself, the mountain **** knew that it was because of the water source in Linxi Village.

  After understanding the whole story, Zhang Shanshen's affection for Fang Chang doubled: Fang Shangxian's behavior made people feel like a spring breeze, and he really was a master of Taoism.

  The mountains are barren, and there are even fewer festivals. In a year, the mountain **** is rarely so fat. He felt that he had made money, and decided that if he had the opportunity, he must thank him in person.

  After the worship, the mountain people did not leave, and the bustle continued in the open space in front of the mountain temple.

  The people distributed the offerings and collected the red silk cloth, and then some strong young men took out tools and some bricks, tiles and lime from the burden they picked, and began to heighten and reinforce the small temple, deepening it front and back.

  This repair and reinforcement has infinite benefits for the mountain gods who live here.

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