Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire

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 after it.

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

That's it for this piece.

The pigs raised in the countryside drink 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.

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

The salted meat strips are hung above the stove, and the smoke has been smoky for many months. The meat has become charred and black over time, but the special taste of the pine and cypress smoke has been smoked in.

When the stone is hot, put the washed and sliced ​​meat on top of each other 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 was already warm.

Fang Chang grabbed the bamboo tube, took a sip, then used pine branches as chopsticks, and put slices of roasted bacon 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.

The sorghum wine is also good. The homemade wine is not filtered or the head and the 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, all the wine and meat were eaten, which was pleasant.

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 silk-like sky, there are stars dotted, the moon has not yet risen, everything around is dimmed, and the mist floats like a spun yarn winding around the mountains. 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.

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

This time they should be completely dry.

Fortunately, there was nothing to do at night. I didn't need to adjust my breathing. If I practiced meditation, I didn't need sleep so much. I had enough firewood, so I might as well 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 was burning. He took a piece of pine branch to draw the fire and ignited the fuel in the furnace. Fang Chang began to take care of it, breaking apart the firewood and carefully placing it in the furnace.

It was getting darker and darker.

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

Only the fire from the furnace on Xianqi Cliff is left, which shines through 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 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, take advantage of the first ray of sunshine in the morning, with five hearts facing the sky, and breathe out cross-legged.

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 dropped and he could touch it, he carefully pushed aside the ashes and took out a few utensils.

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. 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 not only has tableware, but also cooking utensils.

He found a few stones and 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!

He scooped the soup into a bowl with a long-handled spoon made of bamboo tubes, 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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The mountain people picked or carried them, carrying incense, candles, wine, five-color offerings, and simple musical instruments, and rushed up the mountain along the path.

After hearing about this incident, 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 it was the slack season, and the people of Linxi Village did not wait too long after receiving 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.

Under the footsteps of the people, the small road became wider and more solid again. 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.

Zhang Shanshen, who was resting in his own cave to calm down the pain and exhaustion these days, was startled by the movement outside, and quickly got up to observe the situation outside.

What are they here for?

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

But if there is incense, keep it. For God, the more such things are, the better, and this time the quality is good. After collecting a large wave of incense, the mountain god 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 god 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 few festivals. In a year, the mountain god 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 divided the offerings and collected the red silk cloth, and then some strong young people 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 forward and backward.

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

First update.

The number of updates written in the title is unsightly, so I will put it here in the future.

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