Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

Chapter 7 – [Fresh Tea In Bamboo Tubes By The Fire Pond]

Chapter 7 [Fresh tea in a bamboo tube by the fire pond]

It’s a pity that Fang Chang doesn’t have any lime now, so he can’t do moth-proof and damage-proof treatment for the roof. It won’t be too long before he has to make a new roof.

In the wild, lime is a very precious and very important item.

Even if Fang Chang enters practice now and can avoid most dangers outside his vision, the application of lime can greatly improve the comfort of life. Therefore, Fang Chang is going to slightly increase the priority of making this kind of treasure.

After putting the roof on, I went in and tried it, and it felt pretty good.

After all, I will soon move from a small shack with a length of one person to a mansion with a length of nine feet and a width of nine feet, ninety-nine and eighty-one, rounded up to a mansion of a hundred feet, how can there be any dissatisfaction!

The ground is very dry, thanks to the fact that Fang Chang moved the fire in and roasted the ground in advance. But just like the roof, this is still only a stopgap measure, and the ground will still get damp after a long time.

The first thing to do next is to move the firewood and hay collected before into the house, make a bed about a foot above the ground, and move a few belongings in the shack.

The little hut was not wasted either, it could be used as a firewood shed, and if there was a tragedy of “the hut was broken by a strong wind”, it could still ensure that there were eggs in the other basket.

In addition, the bonfire is also afraid of rain.

After thinking about it, Fang Chang plans to dig a firepit in the house. The current conditions are poor, and this is the only choice.

In fact, I did not reserve the location of the firepit at the beginning, which was a bit of a mistake. The padded ground was dug again, and a hole was dug in the middle of the house, and a few stones were moved from the vicinity of the stream to surround it, and adjusted to make it beautiful, and the firepit was simply completed.

Fortunately, this place is located on a cliff. Although the air is warm and the ground is humid, the groundwater level is very low, and water will not gushes out during excavation.

Move in the previously accumulated plant ash and spread it on the bottom of the pit.

The bonfire was moved here, and the fire was reduced by the way. In the firepit, the fire can burn more stably, and there is no need for a large flame, and if the fire is too large, it will threaten the thatched hut.

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“Wow! Wow-woof!”

“Zhizhi—”

In the early morning, Fang Chang, who had slept all night in the mountain wind, finished his morning class and was preparing to make a windshield wall for himself. The white-haired monkey in the tree in the distance left at some time, and then rode a dog come over.

With the size of a monkey, riding on a yellow dog, it feels a bit majestic.

“Is this Lin Hai’s dog? Has he gone up the mountain again?” Fang Chang took a look and recognized the yellow dog’s roots.

Monkey’s vertical dog circled around the field a few times, very proud of it, the human yellow dog cooperated well with the monkey. Seeing this scene, Fang Chang smiled at the monkey and said, “It’s not bad, it really looks like a general who charged into battle, but don’t forget to return the dog, after all, it has an owner.”

The monkey squeaked, agreeing.

Building walls is tedious.

There are many options, such as plastering the frame with mud, weaving mats to surround it, using mud to “dry the base”, inserting wooden sticks into the ground to make a fence shape, or building it with stones.

After comprehensive consideration, Fang Chang chose a method that is more tailored to local conditions under the existing conditions.

First, insert a few wooden sticks one person high into the wall, then go to the stream to get stones, and build two layers thick to the waist, which is solid and thick, and has a good wind-proof effect.

Then split the bamboo into thinner strips and weave them on the rest of the sticks.

Bamboo is really a good thing.

The monkey rode the dog to help transport the thin bamboo strips back and forth. In the heart of the white-haired monkey, the behavior of this awe-inspiring **** is very puzzling to the monkey, but he still involuntarily moves forward.

“Thank you.”

After thanking the monkey, the monkey rode a yellow dog and galloped away after helping, as if he was going to find the woodcutter and return the dog.

Fang Chang turned his gaze back, with his hands behind his back, admiring his work. A beautiful thatched house with a wooden frame, a thatched roof, and bamboo and stone walls, but the doors and windows are still empty, and a fence can be tied as a door tomorrow.

Walking into the house, adding a few pieces of firewood to the firepit, Fang Chang took out a few bamboo tubes.

These are the two sections he cut off when he split the bamboo with a stone chisel yesterday. When there is no utensil, the fresh bamboo tube can be used for cooking or boiling water—it must be a fresh bamboo tube, otherwise the water will not boil after the bamboo is burned.

The bamboo tubes were all tied with rattan. Fang Chang took the bamboo tubes and went to the stream to fill them with water. When he returned to the house, he poked the bamboo tubes aside and directly put one of them in the firepit.

A few tea trees grow on the edge of the cliff, bathed in clouds and mist and the morning sun every day, the appearance is quite extraordinary.

Fang Chang picked a few in the morning and put them in a bamboo tube to cook.

While waiting for the water to boil, he was not idle. He picked out the slender piece from the two pieces of uncut jade given by the monkey, and used the water in the bamboo tube to sharpen it on the stones by the pond.

Jade, the beauty of stone.

It is more uniform and finer than ordinary stones, and it is quite hard. Fang Chang is going to sharpen a small jade knife. This is a slow work, and I don’t know when it will take shape.

The fresh tea leaves are rolled up and down with the boiling water in the bamboo tube, which is really beautiful.

For ordinary people, processed tea leaves are more healthy than fresh tea leaves, but for Fang Chang, there is no problem, all he wants is the taste.

Wait for the water to cool slightly, take a sip gently, the smell is strong, and the lips and teeth are fragrant.

The fly in the ointment is that the fresh tea leaves have a green and astringent taste. If you have a chance in the future, you can try fried tea.

Another sun rises and the moon sets.

It’s still a while before it rains, but a hint of rain can already be felt in the air.

After making the fence gate, in order to prepare for the rain, Fang Chang went into the forest to continue collecting firewood and some food along the way.

It is not too much to prepare for these two things, especially Fang Chang is already preparing to burn some utensils, which consumes a lot of firewood. Wild fruits, wild vegetables, and plant tubers are all delicious foods that are suitable for eating, and they can be eaten sequentially according to the length of storage time.

Another preparation before it rains is the gutter. Dig a circle around the house, and then lead a ditch to the low-lying place, so as to drain the water around the house. Fang Chang used stone chips and his hands to complete this, which is very unimpressive.

But in the eyes of the monkeys on the tree in the distance, Fang Chang, who is bowing and digging the ground, has a breath that is in harmony with the sky and the earth, and still looks like a master.

In the afternoon, heavy rain arrived as expected.

“Boom—”

The thick dark clouds made the outside dark, the lightning spread across the sky like a snake, and the thunder rolled in, resounding through the mountains. However, accompanied by the rough wind in the mountains, heavy rain poured down.

The thatched cottage has withstood the test and stood still in the wind and rain, keeping the violence of the world outside. Next to the firepit in the house, Fang Chang read the Daoist book in his hand by the firelight, and occasionally drank tea from the bamboo tube, which was very comfortable.

When it rains, you have the right to take a vacation.

The heavy rain continued until the evening.

Fang Chang tidied up his clothes, walked out the door, and saw the clouds and rain, the setting sun like a dandelion, and a beautiful rainbow hanging in the sky. The large pieces of clouds are illuminated by the sun, inlaid with golden edges, and have a lovely hint of pink.

The mist under the cliff also dissipated, and an extremely wide area can be seen from here.

A roar sounded from behind.

Upstream of the creek next to it, a flash flood came.

(end of this chapter)