Fan Jiucai remained silent and stared blankly at the white surroundings. The fog above was much thinner and he could see farther, but he could only see the top of the mountain clearly. He couldn't see it any further away.
When Wang Xianping saw that Fan Jiucai was silent, he felt a chill in his heart. He pushed Fan Jiucai in front of him. Fan Jiucai moved his position numbly, and Wang Xianping climbed up from above. As a result, he also stood there motionless.
"Wang Xianping, please give in. It's not easy to stand here." said someone behind Wang Xianping.
Wang Xianping smiled bitterly, fearing that he would cry when you came up, so he took a few steps to the side.
The man behind Wang Xianping is named Yao Wanlin. Yao Wanlin quickly climbed to the top of the mountain and looked around: "Where is the Patriarch's Temple? Wang Xianping, didn't you say that the Patriarch's Temple is up here, where is the temple?"
Wang Xianping didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How did I know? We have never taken a detour. How did we end up in this ghost place?"
The people behind climbed up one after another, and immediately started complaining like ghosts howling like ghosts.
"I just told you that it is very dangerous to go up the mountain in such heavy fog. What should we do now? How will we go back?" Xu Jianming was the first to bombard Wang Xianping.
After Xu Jianming, he immediately took turns attacking Wang Xianping one after another.
"Shut up! Instead of chattering here, why not look around to see if there is any other way? The fog is too heavy and we can't see clearly. Maybe there is another way here that we didn't see?"
"Fan Jiucai roared and silenced all the people.
While the six gods were looking for a way here, Zhang Fangqing and his party had already arrived at the Zushi Temple under the leadership of Dahuang and Dahei.
"Chang Xing, your craftsmanship is really good. It is much better than Dajiang's. The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and sooner or later Dajiang will have no food to eat." Zhou Maolin sat on Chang Xing's new chair, twisting his body around, as if
To fully experience the comfort level of this chair.
Xiao Dajiang chuckled: "Chang Xing has left the master, and it's time for me, the master, to retire."
"Dajiang, your apprenticeship is a good deal. If I had an apprentice like Chang Xing, I would laugh in my dreams at night." Zhang Xingfu said.
So many people from Xianji Bridge rushed over to help, regardless of whether they could help or not, Chang Xing was moved by their friendship. Chang Xing was different from other people of the same age in his attitude towards others.
, much more sensitive than his peers. He could see that Zhang Fangqing and others really cared about him. Even though they knew that the fog had closed the mountains, it was unlikely that those people would find the Patriarch Temple, but they still came here specially.
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"Master, uncles, please sit down for a moment while I prepare some food. It's rare for everyone to come up here and try my bacon," Chang Xing said.
Zhang Xingfu laughed loudly: "If you want it, I would have brought a pot of wine if I had known it earlier. Chang Xing, I like your cured pheasant meat the best. I will make some later."
"Xingfu, are you here to help or are you just here to eat and drink?" Zhang Fangqing said with a smile.
"Of course I'm here to help. By the way, I'm helping Chang Xing eat the bacon that has been left out for a long time. If you smoke it for too long, the taste will be bad. Chang Xing, right?" Zhang Xingfu pointed at the people who were preparing to light a fire in the firewood pond.
Chang Xing asked.
"Indeed. The old cats bring back some game every day and they can't finish it. I smoked and cured them all. When you go back later, each of you can take some back. I never lack game here." Chang Xing said.
"That's right. You are living off the mountain." Zhou Maolin nodded, these bacon are still very desirable.
Xiao Laosi gave Chang Xing another idea: "Chang Xing, you have so much food, you can make some rice wine."
"I don't drink, so why should I make rice wine?" Chang Xing asked in confusion.
"Just because you don't drink now, doesn't mean you won't drink in the future. Even if you don't drink, if you build a house to beg a wife in the future, why don't you invite people to drink? You brew some wine, just to dispose of the food you have no place to store, and seal the wine
Okay, dig a cellar and hide it. If you keep it for ten or eight years, it will turn into old wine when you dig it out in the future. It’s a pity that you can’t sell it now if you cut off the tail of capitalism.” Xiao Laosi sighed.
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"But I don't know how to make wine." Chang Xing shook his head.
"This is simple. I will send you a few packets of brewing medicine when the time comes. Brewing is very simple. I will take you to brew it once, and you will be able to brew it yourself in the future. However, brewing requires some people, which you don't have here." Xiao Laosi
Thinking of the need to use large pots, sky pots, etc. to make wine, Chang Xing couldn't help but use wooden utensils. He just made a set using local materials. Chang Xing definitely didn't have iron pots.
"This is easy to handle. I have it at home. I don't need it even once a year. I will send it to Chang Xing later. If I need it in the future, I will go to your house to borrow it." Zhang Fangqing said. There are so many mouths in the house, and he and his wife are the only ones earning work points.
, there is not enough food to eat, how can there be any leftover for making wine?
"Okay. Just give your set to Chang Xing. If you want to use it, go to my house and borrow it." Xiao Laosi said.
Although Chang Xing is only a teenager, he has lived independently for many years. His cooking skills are not inferior to those of the most skillful woman in Xianjiqiao. Moreover, Chang Xing's five senses are much more sensitive than ordinary people.
times, and with the help of his spiritual thoughts, Chang Xing's control over the heat is simply beyond control. Whether it is rice or dishes, the color, aroma, and aroma are controlled to the extreme by Chang Xing. When the rice is cooked, the aroma of the firewood rice is
The atmosphere in the Patriarch's Temple was so full that Zhang Fangqing and others couldn't help but have their stomachs growling.
"This rice is really fragrant." Zhou Maolin praised.
Xiao Dajiang nodded and smiled: "The rice from Changxing is grown on the mountain. It is indeed more delicious than the rice from Xianjiqiao. It is sticky and fragrant. It is sticky but not exactly the same as glutinous rice. It is glutinous but not greasy, and the fragrance is just right."
Not to mention, it’s much more fragrant than the rice from our Xianji Bridge.”
"Dajiang, you do know how to sip. But I don't know why you are so confused." Zhang Fangqing didn't say it clearly, fearing that Chang Xing would feel sad when he heard it. After speaking, he looked over at Chang Xing and saw that Chang Xing was busy doing something.
Cai, it seems that he didn't hear what was said here.
Xiao Dajiang was very embarrassed: "Oh, I don't want to do this either."
"Stop talking about this matter." Zhou Maolin said quickly, while winking at Xiao Dajiang and Zhang Fangqing.
Zhang Fangqing and Xiao Dajiang naturally understood the meaning and stopped immediately.
"Chang Xing, where should those people go now?" Zhang Fangqing asked loudly.
"It should be at the top," Chang Xing said.
"The top?"
Zhang Fangqing and others exchanged glances with each other, with sympathetic looks on their faces. At the top, even the people from Xianji Bridge, few people have been to the top. The top of the mountain is too steep, there is no
It's a good road up. Moreover, the mountain is so steep that once you climb down, it's no joke.
