Carrying a bronze shovel, Fangchang walked to the stream.

After looking at the terrain and the direction of his bamboo, wood and thatched hut, he measured it slightly. He started from the stream and drew a line on the ground with a shovel to the edge of the cliff.

There was a faint cloud lingering under Xianqi Cliff, and several tea trees grew on the cliff, with branches extending diagonally above.

Standing by the cliff and looking, he nodded, leaned down and waved the shovel to dig.

I always go to the stream to get water from the water and I am not close to it. I plan to open a tributary for the water source and pass by the door.

Fortunately, there are no villages downstream of Huanhua Creek. The stream water just flows out from the mountains and flows straight into the Baigou River outside the mountain. It can be processed at will without any other impact.

Even so, he was just preparing to open a tributary and did not divert the original stream.

The mountain torrents after the last rain are still vivid in my mind. Keeping the original waterway can prevent the occurrence of tragic events such as "water floods the Xianqi Cliff" when there are recurring mountain torrents.

The bronze shovel was very wide and heavy, but it was as light as nothing. As he turned up and down, the soil and gravel were quickly thrown on both sides. He was leisurely and contented, as if he was not digging, but walking.

This is just a tributary of a stream, about one step wide and half a foot deep, and the amount of soil is not large.

He did not straighten the new stream, but just took a slew of windingness and randomly, following the terrain, passing through the low point on the cliff, bypassing the melon fields in the square cottage, and reaching the edge of the cliff.

He started digging from the edge of the cliff, repaired the entire stream and canal, and then went to the valley below the cliff to get gravel and sprinkled it into it. After covering the bottom of the ditch, he dug the last point.

The stream rushes and pours into this new excavation route.

As the water splashed, Fang Chang poured the gravels in the basket next to him and finally dug them out. He reached out to lay the stones in the water, then raised his body to appreciate his achievements.

It took me a whole day to do this. In the sunset, the stream had become smooth after filling the new ditch to half full, and it was gurgling by the cliff.

The water flow jumps down from the edge of the cliff to form a waterfall.

I slowly walked to the edge of the cliff and checked the situation below. Since the source was just a stream, the waterfall was very gentle. The water flowing from Huanhua Creek stirred up water on the occasionally deep stones and plants, and then sprinkled downwards.

The water vapor brought by the waterfall makes the clouds and mist denser on the edge of the cliff. As the sunset shines, a small rainbow rises from the cliff, like an arch bridge.

“Huh?”

Fang Chang was a little surprised.

He could vaguely sense that after the new stream was connected and the small waterfall formed on the edge of the cliff, the Feng Shui on the Xianqi cliff was better.

Because I practice here, I was already inspiring myself on the cliff of slowly improving and lived for a while.

In sight, everything on this Xianqi cliff is more lively, the air is fresher, the plants are stronger, the animals are more active, and even the soil and stones are more active.

This change even affected two or three surrounding hills.

Good thing.

Fang Chang smiled, took a broom to clean the open space, then put away the tools, returned to his kitchen shed, and began to prepare dinner for himself.

Eat vegetarian today.

...

The abnormal movements on the Xianqi Cliff in Yunzhong Mountain can naturally be hidden from the gods who manage this mountain and river.

The mountain god Zhang Chun was in his cave, and his chestnuts fell to the ground in surprise. He turned to look west.

"Is it Fang Shangxian? What happened?"

He was having dinner just now, but he suddenly felt that some changes had occurred in the west of the cave. Fortunately, he could tell that it was a change in the better direction.

The crutch paused slightly toward the ground, and the figure of the mountain god flashed on a nearby mountain. With the light of the sunset, he looked at Xianqi Cliff from afar.

In his eyes, Xianqi Cliff became completely different.

The immortal cliff, which was originally full of spiritual energy, became like a treasure land, and now it can be called a blessed cave.

But when the mountain god thought of Fang Chang living on Xianqi Cliff, it was not surprising:

Change the world, it's such a great deal...

However, this is what makes me look like.

In my heart, the mountain god's long evaluation of the other party has been raised several levels, and he respects this master more and more.

He did not rush back to the cave, but carefully observed the direction of Xianqi Cliff. This change not only brought the Xianqi Cliff and the mountain behind it, but also benefited several surrounding mountains.

After sighing, the mountain god muttered silently:

"This is really 'If there is immortality, it will be spiritual'..."

"This is really a blessing for Yun Zhongshan."

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...

Fang Chang was tidying up his blue cloth package again.

You must carry the two books with you when you go down the mountain, which can not only be practiced at all times, but also remove mosquitoes.

Then use the cloth bag that the mountain god gave to plums, put two kilograms of nuts in the package, as a snack to relieve boredom. The nuts in the mountains in the Yunzhong Mountain are very delicious. When Fangchang wanders around the mountain, he often collects some of them, mix them together, and put them in the basket to enjoy daily.

Since he decided to use descaling, changing clothes is no longer necessary and he doesn't have to bring them. He wrapped a pair of chopsticks in, wrapped the package, and tried it on his back, and it was quite close to his body.

Two months have passed, and the gourds on the wall have decayed.

Fang Chang thought about it, cut off the fresh bamboo tube, followed the Huanhua River outside the door, and filled the spring at the source of the stream with water, stuffed it with cork, tied it with a rope and hung it around his waist.

Maybe this time I can bring some more wine to the mountain.

He looked up at the distance, but he felt that the autumn rain was coming under the mountain, so he took off his hat from the wall and carried it on his back.

Money issues are easy to talk about.

Fang Chang didn't move the rough jade again.

Since the mine was found, the shed beside him was full of copper, and copper was almost equivalent to money. In many places, copper of the same weight was more expensive than that of the same weight. Therefore, there are often people who used copper coins to cast copperware, and the governments on earth would severely crack down on this.

After choosing a copper ingot and holding it in your hand, everything will be complete.

Just like wandering around the mountains, he still didn't lock the door on this trip.

And he has no locks.

Sprinkle some quicklime in the house, close the thatched hut fence door, and tie it with a thin rope to avoid swaying and damage in the wind.

Then he walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped straight down from the newly formed waterfall in Huanhua Creek.

It was still the same path, but the water sprinkled beside it, rushing to the soil, and walking into a small pool, which was quite wild.

Linxi Village has entered the harvest season.

It was already midday, and the villagers were busy harvesting the corn from the fields with small blades. They gently cut off the plump ears and put them in bags to transport them back.

Wait until the evening, rub off the corn. This is a technical job that requires the whole family to take action.

Fang Chang intended to be unobtrusive, so he passed by one busy villager after another on the mountain road, but no one noticed him.

The official road is still as lively as before.

Those who were sitting in a cart, riding donkeys, mules, horses, carrying carts, and walking alone with packages. These people were wearing leather boots, straw sandals, and even rosy feet, wearing silk, brocade, cotton and linen clothes, coming and going on the official road.

Walking among them, the square looks seemed out of place.

After a closer look, it is more in line with this road than the pedestrians, and it feels a bit dislocation.
Chapter completed!