MTL - Cultivation of Immortals Begins with Drilling Wood To Make Fire-Chapter 576 【Congzi Tea Stand】

  Chapter 576 [Cheese tea stand]

"There are also these foods, some made by the teacher, and some bought when you saw it when you were wandering around the world. You can keep it in a sachet, and when you want to eat it, take it out and warm it up slightly. It can be eaten for a long time without compromising its flavor."

"The last is these brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. Gengniu Mountain is remote, and the ones you buy from the mountain are definitely not as good as mine. Especially this wolf hair brush, the hair used is a hair that I have been a demon for a long time from Yunzhong Mountain. From the weasel demon, they got it in exchange for two grilled chickens smeared with honey."

  “I made two pens out of those vellus hairs. After trying one of them, I felt that it has good elasticity and writes small characters very well, and it doesn’t wear out as fast as ordinary wolf hairs.”

  Fu Qi took each piece and put it aside.

  Although he was deeply moved by the fact that Master cared about him so much, he had a clear mind and already knew that the reason Master suddenly took out so many supplies was because he was about to leave.

  Because of reluctance to give up, Fu Qi pursed his lips and just nodded in response without saying much. Instead, he followed Fang Chang's instructions and stored these materials in different categories.

  It wasn't until Fang Chang really let go of these things and got up to say goodbye to leave that he couldn't hold back at all, and immediately burst into tears: "Master, why don't you stay a few more days?"

Fang Chang laughed, and stroked his apprentice's head: "I won't delay your practice, take a closer look, master and apprentice are just a kind of fate. If there is a destiny, the future will also have a destiny. In comparison, Today the difference is nothing, just like white clouds hanging in the sky and birds flying over the mountains, it is just a natural thing."

  Although Fu Qi did not comprehend the deep meaning of the master's teachings, he also greatly diluted his reluctance. He kept Fang Chang's words firmly in his heart, and then bid farewell to his mentor.

  ………

  There are quite a few hawkers selling tea all over the world. Fang Chang has traveled the world for so many years and has seen many tea stalls. In comparison, the small stall in front of me is not too novel.

The owner of the shop here is very business-minded. He is not like the most common tea stall owner, who set up a big shed, let the guests buy tea by themselves and sit at the table to eat, and at the same time sell some oil and sugar. Ordinary food for hunger—this process has fed many families in the world—but chose another way of thinking.

  The small stall does not take up space, and can be carried away together with a pole. Two curtains are crossed to support a parasol.

   But this parasol is only enough to cover the stall owner and the tea bucket in front of him. At the same time, he did not prepare any bowls and chopsticks. Instead, he cut bamboo from a nearby mountain, made bamboo tubes one by one, and made plugs from fine bamboo, poured the tea water into them, and then used three times the Price, selling these teas that can be taken away.

  Because this just meets the needs of pedestrians who are inconvenient to get off their horses and stop for tea, and it is easy to carry, so even if the price is many times higher than ordinary tea, customers often don't care, after all, it is indeed a little more convenient. However, when some people are thirsty, they will buy tea in a bamboo tube, and then sit on a few stones next to them and drink it slowly, chatting with each other as they do elsewhere, and exchanging some new things they have seen and heard.

Every afternoon, the sunshade square umbrella here at the tea stand loses its effect, because there is a huge cypress tree with luxuriant branches behind it, like a bigger sunshade umbrella, which blocks the blazing sun, and the effect is even stronger. good.

  When Fang Chang passed by, the shade of this big cypress tree just shrouded the tea stand. On the surrounding stones, a few people were sitting scattered, each holding a long bamboo tube, sipping tea, resting and chatting. Some people broke open the pancakes they carried with them, and ate in small sips of hot tea.

  He walked up, looked at the big pot set up in the tea shed, and said to the owner of the tea stall: "Shopkeeper, here is a cup of tea."

   "Three characters in a small tube, six characters in a big tube, which one do you want?"

   "I want a big tube."

   "Okay." The shopkeeper of the tea stall quickly opened a large bamboo tube, poured tea into it with a bamboo ladle, and handed it to Fang Chang to take six copper coins.

  Seeing that there were many people around, Chang Fang also carried the tea container, found a stone around and sat down.

I only heard someone with a higher voice talking about the present: "If you want me to say, our shopkeeper should change his career this year. There are not many waterways on this road. There is no profit in selling food. At most, we can earn hard money. . "

"Hard work is money, so it's good to earn it." The other person next to him said, it seems that the two of them are not very old, "This is a good business, I don't know how many pairs of eyes are watching from far and near, if With the convenience of waterway transportation, how can the business of selling food be hidden from others? It has been taken away by someone long ago." The words were mature and prudent, and they seemed to have some understanding of the world, so the people around nodded repeatedly.

"What Xiongtai said makes sense, but generally speaking, the harvests in various places this year are not bad. If you continue to be stubborn, you might lose money." The person who spoke at the beginning raised his voice and seemed to be very disdainful of the evaluations of the people around him. I said, there are too many people staring at the industries of food, clothing, housing and transportation, and if you want to enter the industry, you have to enter those who are sure to be prosperous in order to make a lot of money."

   "Oh? I can't find any mistakes in this statement, brother, give me an example?"

   "Well...still looking, still looking." His voice trailed off as he spoke, it seemed that he hadn't really sorted out the matter, and he was just trying to get ahead and say hello.

  But when there are more people, the topic can be changed quickly and ruthlessly.

  He paused here for a while, and everyone's topic shifted to other places.

  There was a wealthy businessman who was slightly older, and while wiping the sweat on his forehead from the hot tea with a handkerchief, he said:

"Everyone, do you feel that there are more spies in brocade clothes around? They move around to inquire about information, and they never hide their bodies, but they have never seen them arrest anyone. They are mysterious. At the beginning, this scene It scared a lot of people, thinking that they were going to lose their money, but they gradually got used to it."

The man with a loud voice who just fell silent next to him immediately raised his voice: "This is because you are not well informed. I have really come into contact with this matter. The old man next door was approached by them before, but because Items that have been passed down from the family. However, these spies in brocade clothes are not here to seek money, they seem to be ordered to find some otherworldly master."

  He said this with great confidence, so everyone around him believed it.

   There was a moment of silence, and the old man sighed and said, "Oh, I don't know whether this matter is good or bad, just don't interfere with everyone's dressing and eating."

  So everyone shook their heads together, drank the tea in the bamboo tube, asked the stall owner to add some more, and then continued on the road with the bamboo tube in hand.

   Thank you Xiaohe 005, Fantasy Sword Heart.

  (end of this chapter)