MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 488 【New business model】

  Chapter 488 [New Business Mode]

  The crank is directly connected to the saw blade. Fang Chang only needs to use his strong arm to hold the crank and shake it constantly, and the saw blade will rotate rapidly.

  The continuously fed wood will be broken into two pieces by the saw blade.

   It's just that although this is faster than using a saw, it is still somewhat uncomfortable. Fang Chang uses one hand to exert force and the other to push the wood. This kind of work is very easy for him who is so strong, but in this case, the posture he needs to pose is still very awkward.

  It seems that the electrification of Xianqi Cliff needs to be put on the agenda in the future.

  As for these woodworking machine tools, there will be opportunities in the future, and they must be continuously upgraded. And when Fang Chang was free, he also spent a lot of time thinking about how to make a lathe that could cut steel.

  Anyway, Yunzhongshan is rich in products, and Fang Chang has a huge amount of free time, so there is no need to run around for a living.

  The wood on the lathe gradually takes shape, like a beautifully shaped mallet. Fang Chang put on a thin drill bit and drilled four holes in it. Then he tried to blow, and the piece of wood whistled sharply. What he made was just an ordinary wooden whistle, which was a gadget with some uses.

  After making dozens of whistles in a row, Fang Chang put the whistle into a square bamboo basket, then he fetched a piece of wood with a natural aroma, replaced the carving knife in his hand, and started to carve beads.

  While the sawdust was flying, pieces of wood were spinning rapidly, and were carved into spherical shapes by a semi-arc carving knife, and then thrown into the wooden box next to each other by Fang Chang. After collecting a box, Fang Chang punched the beads one by one. He didn't intend to thread the beads, but threw them into another bamboo basket and put them beside him.

  The wood chips when making beads are not wasted. Fang Chang specially collects these wood chips with a natural fragrance and puts them in the copper basin.

  After the bead car was ready, he went to the mountains to fetch some dried elm bark, cleaned and dried it, and ground it into powder on a millstone, and mixed it with these fragrant wood chips.

   "Not enough."

  Fang Chang looked at the mixed wood powder in the basin, and thought to himself.

  He went out of the shed and looked around, then went to the kitchen to get some spices for seasoning. These spices are all produced in Yunzhong Mountain, and they have different flavors. He took some, ground them into powder, and then blended them according to his feeling. He also added some insect-repellent grass, and then added water to make a thick mud.

   There is a colander in the kitchen, put these mixed ingredients into it, press down hard, and it becomes a thin filament. Lay it flat on a bamboo curtain and dry it under the hot sun, and the filaments will quickly become dry and set. This is his homemade incense stick, which is versatile and should be popular.

   It will take a little time to dry completely. Fang Chang is going to wait for it to dry completely before coming to collect it. At that time, he can use thin grass stems to tie them up in bunches and make them into even small portions.

   Then, he went to the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain, greeted the bamboo spirit, cut down dozens of bamboos and dragged them back.

  According to the location and thickness, some bamboos were broken into bamboo strips, and some were cut into bamboo tubes. Fang Chang was very busy. He wove the bamboo strips into deep bamboo baskets the size of bowls and the length of chopsticks, and small bamboo plaques the size of watermelons. These bamboo baskets and bamboo plaques were very consistent in size and shape.

  Because the small bamboo basket and the small bamboo plaque are not big, Fang Chang didn't spend a long time working on them.

   He also opened a kiln glass and blown a bunch of bottles, complete with corks. He didn't spend too much time preparing the ingredients, so the bottles were green in color with bubbles in the middle, but Fang Chang was very satisfied.

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  After several days of stocking up, Fang Chang went down the mountain with the package on his back.

  He still went to Ninghe Mansion this time, instead of the smoother and more prosperous Long'an Mansion and Huaifeng Mansion. As for Huqiao Town, forget it, after all, there are still people I know there, and it is not convenient to set up a stall in Huqiao Town.

   Yunzhongshan is full of inspiration, so these items produced on the fairy cliffs are all clever and lovely.

Fang Chang laid out the old bed sheet, and then placed the products he had made in the past few days on it, such as whistles, beads, incense sticks, bamboo baskets, bamboo plaques, etc. In the bamboo chamber, it is full. There are also some dry goods from the mountains, which are divided into small portions and packed in bamboo tubes, such as nuts and fungus.

  This time he didn't go under the big tree, but walked into the market.

  In the market in the city, you have to pay a management fee of a few cents, but there are enough stalls, and they are not stalls on the ground. What is provided in this market is two rows of stone slabs supported by bricks, which lead from one end of the market to the other. There are about a dozen rows, and many people walk back and forth on the corridor in the middle.

  Fang Chang’s old bed sheet was laid on such a stone slab, as were the people around him, and those who set up stalls here all the year round would often buy a cloth shed by themselves. The cloth shed can keep out the wind and rain, not only making the seller more comfortable, but also slowing down the speed of the goods changing in the sun.

  The cloth sheds of different shapes and colors made the market more lively.

   Since it was only the first time here, Fang Chang did not have such conditions.

  He just spread the cloth on the stone slab, placed the various goods he brought on it, and then took out a wooden board with writing on it and stamped it in front of the booth. Looking around at the stall owners yelling one after another, Fang Chang also pondered for a while, and imitated the way of the people around him, yelling:

   "Five cents a piece, pick whatever you want, choose whatever you want! Five cents a piece, pick whatever you want, choose whatever you want!"

   This is exactly what was written on the wooden board in front of his booth. After yelling a few times, someone noticed it. Because the words sounded novel, people immediately gathered around to watch the excitement. And after people came around, there was no need to yell anymore, people would continue to come over out of curiosity, so Fang Chang took advantage of the situation and stopped talking, and began to respond to inquiries from customers.

  Of course, most of the people just watched around, and only a few came up to ask. Compared with the people who asked the price, there were more people crowded in front of the booth and rummaging through them.

  Someone who picked something he was satisfied with asked Fang Chang: "Shopkeeper, how do you sell this?"

  Fang Chang replied in unison: "All of them are five cents a piece, just pick whatever you want."

   There are people who like the fragrant wood, but wonder why they don't wear it: "Shopkeeper, do you have strings here? These beads are all loose."

   Regarding this, Fang Chang smiled and said: "Everyone's wrist size is different. Beads cost five cents a piece. You can buy them yourself and wear them with a thin string to make a string of beads. You can choose the size you like, and it is better than finished products."

   But the other party shook his head, said it was too expensive, and then walked away. Fang Chang didn't care.

  The booming business here quickly attracted the attention of colleagues. Some of them put down their stalls and came here secretly to learn from the scriptures.

  (end of this chapter)