Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

"Oh, thanks."

Fang Chang reached out to take it, not afraid of the heat, so he held it with one hand.

The dolls around were all carrying straw paper bags, and when the tofu cooled slightly, they would eat it directly with their hands, or fold two sticks from branches to use as chopsticks.

After all, the cost of providing wooden sticks is too high, which is difficult for a small business like selling fried tofu, and the customers here prefer good quality and low price rather than bear more premium, even if they endure some inconvenience.

Fang Chang did not accept what others did.

There were chopsticks in the package behind his back, which were made of bamboo when he was staying on Xianqi Cliff, but he was too lazy to take them out, so he took out the small straight-backed jade knife from the sheath, and poked them one by one.

Although this tofu stall can't even be named, it tastes really good.

Freshly made tofu slices are golden in color and steaming in the cold weather, giving them a very appetizing appearance.

It is marinated very tasty and delicious. Although there are few layers, the difference is very clear. The outer skin is elastic and the inner is soft. It tastes a little like meat. No wonder children like it.

After eating a few pieces, the customer with children next to him also took the fried tofu from the stall owner and distributed it to the two children next to him.

The children laughed and ate happily, and the eyes of the middle-aged people beside them were full of love.

The two children noticed the middle-aged man, they raised the tofu slices in their hands at the same time, and said in unison:

"Daddy, you eat too."

"Okay, okay." Seeing that the children are well-behaved, the middle-aged man beamed and bit two tofu corners before stroking their heads and turning his gaze to Fang Chang again.

Fang Chang said with a smile: "The market is very lively, it seems that this year is a good year."

"Aren't you a native of the country? This year is really good, better than previous years," said the middle-aged man, full of longing for the future. If there is a bumper harvest every year, you can really live a good life for a few more years."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fang Chang asked, "What else is more delicious in this market?"

The middle-aged man thought for a while, pointed in one direction and said: "There is a small shed at the east end, and there is a wooden pier and wooden hammer inside. Sugar, crushed peanuts and sesame seeds are smashed together in it. It is sweet and fragrant. When I was a child I like it very much.

After eating the tofu, Fang Chang cleaned his hand and the jade knife with the descaling technique, and put the knife back into its sheath.

Then he said goodbye to the middle-aged man, then turned around and re-entered the crowd like a fish swimming, without being seen.

Just like in these days, when you contact everyone, you are not sloppy.

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When Fang Chang came to Huqiao Town, the willow tree had already sprouted new buds, and the spring flowers were about to bloom.

Ninghe Mansion is not as frozen as it is in the north. The water of Baigou River melts early, rushing towards the distance, most of it is the melted snow water in the mountains in the clouds.

The field is green again, and the grass tips are like fluff, emerging from the revived land, with vitality, but if you look closely, it is too sparse and not in patches.

The farmers are preparing the cattle, grooming them, feeding them and accumulating energy. The next step is spring plowing, which determines the harvest of the year and the livelihood of the whole family.

The town is still as usual, but with the spring and the snow disappearing, the official roads have become easier to walk again, so there are more horses and merchants passing through Huqiao Town.

With more people, the inns and restaurants in Huqiao Town became prosperous again.

The town is filled with cries of all kinds of tiger pancakes. It is baked with white flour, heavy in oil and sugar, delicious and durable. It is the most famous specialty of Huqiao Town, and it is also a favorite of merchants from far and near. dry food.

It's just that each family has different production techniques, so in the simple formula, various flavors appear, which are very different from each other.

Fang Chang first went to the entrance of the town, found the tavern he used to go to, and refilled his wine gourd.

Then he tied the gourd and walked slowly, preparing to find a familiar place for dinner.

From a distance, you can smell the aroma of mutton noodles.

The stall owner, Lao Xu, took his son and was busy with his hands and feet, serving every customer.

"Have a bowl of mutton noodles!"

"Okay~!"

Shouting loudly, the stall owner pulled the noodles quickly, boiled them in the pot, then took them out, put a few slices of juicy mutton, poured soup and sprinkled green onion, and brought it to Fang Chang: "Guest officer, For your noodles, please add ingredients according to your taste."

"Thank you."

Fang Chang took the rough porcelain bowl and smiled.

Because he saw an acquaintance sitting there not far away, and he had already eaten most of the bowl in front of him, so Fang Chang picked up the bowl, took the initiative to go over, and said with a smile: "Meet you again."

"Hey, Mr. Fang?" Seeing that it was Fang Chang, the other party quickly swallowed the noodles in his mouth. Fortunately, the noodles here are soft and tight, and won't choke anyone. "Long time no see, are you coming back from another place? It's all different."

This is Xie Guang'an in Huaifeng Mansion. Fang Chang passed by Huaifeng Mansion and didn't see him. He didn't expect to meet him at the stall in Huqiao Town. In other words, it seemed that every time Fang Chang met Xie Guangan, it was at Lao Xu's mutton noodle stall.

I was very happy to meet an acquaintance. Xie Guangan's eyes lingered on Fang Chang's body, and looked at the oil-paper umbrella handle, gourd and bamboo basket on his new back, so he became curious about his experience again.

"I went to Yuzhou, and I just came back today." Fang Chang picked up the chopsticks, and lightly sprinkled some seasoning into the noodle bowl. ?”

"It's not bad. I've been a regular customer for many years. Although I won't make a lot of money, I'm more stable. As long as I can endure the ups and downs of the wind and rain, it's not a problem to support my family, and I can often come to eat noodles."

Xie Guang'an smiled slightly and said that he didn't rest for too many days during the Chinese New Year, but kept going back and forth between Huaifeng Mansion and Longxing Mansion to make a living.

Although mutton is currently the cheapest in the world compared to pork, beef, and chicken, those who can come to eat a bowl of mutton noodles every other day are indeed considered to have a solid income and a well-off family.

"Mr. Fang is carrying a fish basket? Is there a living thing in it?"

"Yes, when I passed by Qingjiang, I saw that the tortoise seedlings inside were good, so I asked someone to catch some and prepared to take them back to raise." Fang Chang tasted the long-lost noodles, and was pleasantly surprised to find that his method seemed to have improved, and the taste was even better. Get ahead.

Now it's not dinner time, the stall owner and the boy have been busy for a while, and then they are free.

Old Xu wiped his hands and drank a few sips of water, but instead of coming up to greet the regular customers, he chatted with the boy.

Although Fang Chang had good hearing, he didn't need it, because the conversation between Lao Xu and the boy was very loud, and the diners sitting around could hear it clearly.

It was Lao Xu who spoke first, and he began to babble nonstop towards the boy.

At this time, many diners discovered that the boy who had been silent at this small noodle stall turned out to be Lao Xu's son.

Similarly, everyone discovered for the first time that the owner of the mutton noodle stall, who was so quick to talk, was so capable of nagging:

"...Your idea is very good, but who will I hand over my noodle stall in the future?"

"...No one sells noodles, so what about the family's livelihood?"

"...Also, if you go that way, it looks good, but can you really make a living?"

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