The colors in the mountains are still gorgeous, but many of them have already brought the warm colors of autumn.

Due to the different varieties, some leaves are goose yellow, some are dark green, and some are fiery red. With colorful fruits, the hillside and valleys are bright and beautiful.

The beasts and birds in the mountains have also reached the time to change their hair. In the leeward places in the mountains, you can occasionally see the fluff swept together by the wind.

Unlike migratory birds, they can only rely on their fur and accumulated fat in this mountain to survive the winter, so they have to change their feathers to warmer, and take advantage of the abundant autumn to make them fat and accumulate more energy to survive the cold winter.

Of course, this makes them taste better.

For birds and beasts, the same is true for Fang Chang, and his dining table is still rich. Moreover, compared with previous years, there are more varieties in the vegetable fields. In addition, Fang Chang recently made iron pots and shovels for himself, the food on Xianqi Cliff has more variety.

He walked out of the forest with a basket on his back. Fang Chang held an iron axe in one hand and a wild pear in the other.

In recent years, for some reason, the wild pears on the cliff have become sweeter and sweeter. They are no longer as sour as they used to be, but they are still not big.

After gnawing, Fang Chang also walked to the edge of the Wuming Palace.

He threw the pear core far into the valley, and Fang Chang put the basket on the steps and walked into the house.

This is the last time I entered the mountain this year.

He still did not store food in the cellar this year, but was just waiting for the food in the fields to mature.

After sitting in the room for a while, drinking two pots of tea, Fang Chang walked out of the door, picked up the basket on the steps, and walked towards the shed in the distance.

Since several iron smelting furnaces were built, Fang Chang moved all the sheds not far from the Wuming Hall to the vicinity of the blast furnace, and built them larger, stronger, sturdy and beautiful, and hung various homemade tools inside.

He also built a warehouse next to the shed, which specializes in storing various materials and raw materials.

Not long ago, he saved enough iron ore and coke, opened the furnace again, refined a batch of iron ingots and steel bars, and then carefully inspected and sealed the blast furnace. Because now he had accumulated enough metal, he didn't know when the blast furnace will be started again the next time.

Put the basket in the corner of the shed, Fang Chang walked to a wall full of wooden nails, which were neatly hung on the wooden nails, and chose a sickle, touched the blade of the sickle, and walked out with it.

After a few autumn rains, the water of Huanhua Creek is still strong, active and clear.

Fang Chang sat on the stone beside Huanhua Creek, looked at the clear blue sky above his head, picked up a handful of water, and began to grind the sickle carefully on a large bluestone. After the sickle was cast, he just chose the right wood to make a handle for it, but it had not been ground.

Now, it is time to harvest.

In the fields on Xianqi Cliff, all the crops have matured and all appear golden yellow, only the top of the sorghum is still red.

In theory, different crops require different tools to harvest, but Fangchang has already decided that except for millet first pulling off the ears with hands and then cutting them with a sickle, all the others are harvested, even the sorghum that is most inappropriate to use a sickle.

The drying site is ready.

In the middle of several fields, Fang Chang chose the almost flat ground, and after tamping it, he pulled the grinder over and over again, poured water several times in the middle, and finally crushed the ground to an extremely solid size.

When I walked to one end of the field, Fang Chang bent down and started working without saying a word.

The sorghum, corn, wheat, beans in the field... in front of the sharp sickle, there was no enemy that was a united enemy. They were all cut down from the roots and then bundled and transported to the drying yard.

Although the sun is not as strong as summer, it is still quite fierce.

Fang Chang specially chose to open the sickle on a rainy day, so everything was ordinary and without any disturbances. Then, he used the corresponding methods, some crushed, some rubbed, and some beaten, and finally packed all the food and put it in a jar and returned to the warehouse.

After two meals of fresh rice, he began to pack his luggage.

Whenever the weather is good, Fang Chang would climb up to the roof of the Wuming Temple to observe the astronomical phenomena.

The movement of the Great Calamity is still rapid, but the situation is becoming clearer and clearer. The decline of the enemy side is revealed. Although the human race's luck is still half-fold compared to before the Great Calamity, its recovery speed is also very rapid.

Fang Chang knew that it was time for him to set off.

Only by ending this disaster once and for all, can you easily get rid of the various causes and effects of the disaster.

Lingjue told himself that this is also an opportunity to go further in terms of cultivation.

The iron axe that had been with him for more than half a year was put into the shed with the back basket. Fang Chang took the backpack at the head of the bed, sorted out the contents, took out some unusable things, placed them on the cliff, and added some supplies, especially precious metals such as gold, silver and copper.

The Lingquan Sword hanging on the wall jingled.

Fang Chang smiled, looked at Lingquan Jian and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely bring you with me when I go out."

Of course, the Lingquan Sword does not have real wisdom unless it suddenly opens its spiritual wisdom and becomes a spirit. But it becomes a sword that is essentially a monster, so it can no longer be used as a weapon. This sound is just a response between the Spirit Sword and its owner, and it is common.

He first took off the Lingquan sword, carried it on his body, then hung it on his backpack, then took the wine gourd next to him, hung it again on his waist, and then carried a hat on his back, and then he was ready.

Although there is no supplement on the mountain, the wine in the gourd is still abundant.

Thanks to the fillings he went to in recent years, although he often drank this year, the total amount of wine in his gourd is still a lot of wine. However, the most is still sorghum wine, and there are not many wines brought from the Western Regions.

Fang Chang had brewed wine himself in the past two years, but he used the sorghum from his own fields and a little koji obtained from the mountain. After steaming and fermenting, he placed it in the cookware and steamed it with special utensils. He collected the condensed wine in a jar, mixed it briefly, took a little and tasted it, and put all the rest in the cellar.

Later, the Houshan Cave was found, and these wine jars sealed with yellow mud were moved into the Houshan Cave cellar, which has not been opened yet. The Yunzhongshan Xianqi Cliff is so full of inspiration that the wine made of the cellar is made from the sorghum cliff on the cliff, which must have tasted badly.

Unfortunately, the sorghum harvested this year has no time to deal with it, so I can only wait until I come back this time.

He simply tied the door of the Wuming Hall with iron chains, opened the door of the chicken coop next to him, looked around the cliff, looked at the various terrain and buildings around him that seemed harmonious and real under the bright autumn sun in the morning, and then walked towards the downhill plank road to the south.
Chapter completed!