MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 20 【Fate hunting】

  Chapter 20 [Fate Hunting]

   Having nothing else to do, Fang Chang came down the mountain to cut bamboo again, digging up some bamboo shoots and roasting them.

  Under the sunny **** in the bamboo forest, the bamboo rats in the cave are fattening, but he is not going to catch them for cooking for the time being, and let them go for a few days.

   The sound of the stone ax smashing the bamboo resounded through the bamboo forest on the hillside again, and every sound seemed to be chopping on the ghost of a bamboo spirit in the bamboo forest, trembling every now and then.

  As the sound kept ringing, the bamboo rats down the **** had already retreated into their caves, not daring to show their heads.

  Fang Chang dragged the felled thick and thin bamboo aside and tied them with rattan. The bamboo shoots had been dug and placed in the basket behind him.

  He was going to cut down two bundles of bamboo and transport them back. Each bundle had to be carried by three people in arms.

  These thick, thin, long and short bamboos are enough for him to use this material for a long time after they are carried back to the Xianqi Cliff.

   Tighten the rattan used for binding, Fang Chang looked up at the edge of the bamboo forest, happy.

  Walking to the edge of the bamboo forest, looking at the twisted and trembling big bamboo in front of him like last time, Fang Chang circled around it, tapped it with the handle of the axe, and said with a smile:

   "Moved again?"

  Hearing this, the bamboo spirit was shocked, and then remained motionless.

  The mountain wind blows across the bamboo sea, causing green waves to turn up in the bamboo forest. But the mountain wind that blows the sea of ​​bamboo can't shake the big bamboo.

   Satisfied with the bad taste, Fang Chang laughed and walked back.

   After a long time.

  The bamboo spirit turned slowly, towards the direction where the person left. After observing for a while and seeing no movement, it became flexible and relaxed as if it was relieved.

  When the bamboo spirit was scrutinized just now, the roots and leaves of the bamboo spirit were terrified.

   It’s so frightening, it’s almost bursting with fright...

  Come here every day to cut bamboo...

   Let the demon live...

   After deliberating for a long time, the bamboo spirit made up his mind, pulled out the rhizome from the soil, then swayed like a foot, and ran leisurely towards the sun.

  Because this hillside is sunny, the escape route of the bamboo spirit is all the way down the mountain. Fortunately, it is quite spiritual and knows how to hide at night, so it didn't scare people, so it was not cut down.

  ...

  …

  Wow—

  Walking on the mountain road with a bamboo bundle, Fang Chang suddenly heard a bark.

  Looking over, it was the yellow dog of the woodcutter Lin Hai. It was quite human, and it kept wagging its tail after seeing Fang Chang. It seems that the woodcutter should be cutting firewood on the mountain, which also means that Linxi Village has resumed its peaceful life in the past.

   Whistled softly, the yellow dog ran over, wagging its tail cheerfully, Fang Chang put down the bamboo, and went over to stroke the dog's head.

  Gouzi shook his head comfortably, then wagged his tail, and disappeared into the forest.

  Looking at the disappearing figure of the yellow dog, Fang Chang smiled, picked up the bundle of bamboo and put it back on his shoulder, and returned to Xianqi Cliff.

  Big pieces of good wood are very resistant to fire, and the firepit in the house is still burning because we left soon. Fang Chang poked the fire, added some firewood, then took clay pots to the stream, filled them with water, and set them on the edge of the fire pit to burn.

  A few days later, the impact of the mountain torrents has completely disappeared, and the stream flowing by the edge of the Xianqi cliff has also returned to clarity, without a trace of turbidity.

  While waiting for the water to boil, he sat by the fire pit and took out his jade knife to make new utensils.

The bamboo that has been split into wide strips with a stone chisel in advance is separated by Fang Chang with a jade knife to form thin bamboo strips, which are then intersected into grids, and then surrounded by bamboo strips in a circle. Woven around.

  Bamboo plaque.

  I made this because Fang Chang wanted to pick some tea leaves to dry. Although fresh tea has a pleasant aroma, it still has a green taste. If picked and dried in the sun, the tea will be more suitable for brewing after being dried by the heat of the sun.

  On the open space outside, next to the shack with firewood, a new melon field was opened.

   Small, only three steps long and one wide.

  In this field, Fang Chang used stone flakes to loosen the ground, and then planted the melon seeds he took out earlier in a neat way. It is estimated that it only takes two months to eat the melons grown by myself.

  The water in the jar is boiling.

  Put the fresh tea leaves in the bamboo tube and scoop into the boiling water.

  It tastes better than directly boiled tea.

  ...

  …

  Picking tea from the edge of a cliff requires certain skills.

   Fortunately, Fang Chang's cultivation level is small, his body is light, and he can pick tea trees on the edge of the cliff flexibly.

   And with his current situation, even if he slipped and fell from the cliff, there would be no misfortune. It just takes time to climb back up again.

   The picking time is not taken into consideration, as it is surrounded by clouds and fog, any time is suitable for picking tea.

  After loading about half of the basket, he jumped back to the flat ground on the cliff.

   Several bamboo plaques have been compiled. He foresees that the next few days will be sunny and sunny. He only needs to spread the tea leaves on them and turn them over occasionally to make the sunlight even.

  Filled several bamboo plaques with fresh tea leaves, Fang Chang **** a simple shelf with bamboo and wood, and put these tea plaques on it one by one, facing south.

  At this time, the sun is bright and the sun is very good.

"Huh?"

  Suddenly, Fang Chang turned his head to look towards the edge of the open space.

  The grass and trees surged at the edge of the forest, and a huge black monster rushed out, heading straight for the wooden shack.

   "Stop!"

  Seeing that its momentum is unabated, Fang Chang shouted.

   However, there was no effect at all. The opponent rushed straight, knocked down a firewood pile, and then stopped and began to hustle around, as if looking for something to eat.

This is an adult wild boar that is as long as a person. Its back is covered with bristles, its body is black, covered with mud, and it has two pointed tusks. If it encounters it in the mountains, most hunters will give up cautiously and will not face it head-on. superior.

  Fang Chang was slightly annoyed: "What a wicked beast! Are you here to deliver dinner?"

  The boar's eyesight is not very good. Turning its head to look, it seems that it has spotted Fang Chang. It starts to turn its head, lowers its head and speeds up. Its fangs point directly at Fang Chang, and it runs with astonishing momentum.

   "Oh, interesting."

   Seeing the wild boar rushing towards it ferociously, Fang Chang shook his head, then stretched out a hand and pressed it lightly.

   This wild boar charged like a rainbow, but in front of his seemingly slender palm, it was like bumping into a mountain wall, unable to advance an inch. After being held down by this hand, no matter how the wild boar struggles, even with a thousand brute strength, it cannot escape.

   After holding down the boar with his left hand, Fang Chang stretched out his right hand, and with **** like swords, he quickly tapped on its forehead to kill it.

  He let go of the wild boar carcass on the ground, then shook his head, and began to pack up the firewood that had been knocked apart by the wild boar, and rebuilt it.

   Fortunately, the melon fields, thatched huts, firewood sheds, and tea drying racks were not harmed. As for the tables and stools in the open space... the wild boar collided with the boulder tables and stools, and his head was probably broken.

  The wild boar that appeared suddenly brought a lot of meat in addition to causing a little trouble.

  After the pottery comes out of the oven, it has the square length of the cooking vessel, which is completely worthy of it.

  Yunzhong Mountain is rich in products. He searched among the surrounding vegetation and found wild wild onions and gingers. Wild **** is delicious, and wild onion has the function of onion and garlic. They can replace ordinary onion, **** and garlic for cooking.

  These seasonings or their substitutes can remove the fishy smell and enhance the smell, and have a detoxification effect that Fang Chang can't use. They are indispensable for cooking meat.

   The second update.

   Thank you for being a good O_o world, I don’t believe that there are existing, ordinary people, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, and rewards from the chaotic century.

  (end of this chapter)