Mountains and seas can be flat

Fang Zheng briefly stewed the preserved venison, which produced an amazing aroma because of two things.

One is a stone pot that can be heated beyond the boiling point.

Although it is impossible to reach thousands of degrees for making copper and iron, Fang Zheng can still find suitable stone materials to make a pot that can withstand the temperature of hundreds of fires.

He found that on the outside of a rock wall, there are solid minerals such as mica and quartz sand, which are slightly more heat-resistant than the volcanic rock used to build houses, but the mountain wall is solid and not as easy to collect as volcanic rock.Fang Zheng chiseled with a copper sword for several days before he chiseled a large stone and shaped it into a pot bit by bit.With it, Fang Zheng can even fry some food.

It's just that this kind of stone was mined too hard, Fang Zheng didn't bother to make it for others, and he didn't lend his bronze sword.I just told them the method, and those women persevered in smashing them with some stone hammers. After smashing countless ones, they finally got enough new stone materials to make a few new-style pots.

The second is oil.

People in this era don't know how to refine oil at all.Because they didn't domesticate pork.The flesh of wild animals is tight and has very little fat.No canola either.There are a lot of nuts, but they will not be wasted for oil refining.

Fangzheng's oil is extracted from wild oak fruit and almond.

He uses the most primitive method of oil extraction - mash the fruit and put it in a stone plate, press the grass on it and then step on it, and make it into a cake shape.After crushing the cake in a stone mill and tossing countless acorns and almonds, he finally squeezed out the first spoonful of oil.

At the beginning, others didn't understand what he was wasting so many nuts for. After Fang Zheng made the first spoonful of oil, he added it to the venison, simmered it over high heat until it was fully cooked, and then sprinkled it with salt.The smell wafted out, and all the people in the surrounding houses gathered around, drooling with greed.Watching Fang Zheng eat deliciously.What surprised them the most was the layer of golden, creamy and colorful things covered in the stone bowl. What is it and why is it so fragrant?

Fang Zheng told them how to refine oil.But in order to avoid wasting a lot of nuts, Fang Zheng suggested that they plant oak and apricot trees, and develop the planting industry based on the collection economic model.This is better promoted than arable land, and the results are remarkable.Now outside the village, there is an oak grove and two apricot groves, and the harvest was quite good last year.

Although there is no measuring tool, Fang Zheng estimates that it weighs more than 100 catties.

Lian Feng devoured it hungrily - he had never eaten meat that could produce such a taste.He had eaten Yu Yi's king's banquet, and eaten the meat soup in the copper tripod, which was carefully prepared with beans and black fern, and there was a flame underneath to keep heating.But not as good as this taste.His limbs became warm, from his stomach to his heart.Even if the damaged body is squeezed into such a cold "shell", it can flow through every inch of blood vessel.

Lian Feng's eyes were red again, not sour because of a full meal, but because of a meal that tasted better than the most delicious food made by the supreme place in the world...

In order to be able to sit in that majestic courtyard, Zifeng was on an equal footing with the ten witches, the royal family, the dance doctor, and the nine "big ministers"; in order to be able to eat heated meat soup and beans for every meal——Xiaoyi Food, burning ointments and sundials, training and fighting without treating oneself as a human being, have become the "machines" in Fang Zheng's mouth.

For Yu Zifeng, it can't be called easy time, but he is always under the threat of blood and death.After paying so much and longing for something for so long, in the end, after he lost everything, even his body was so ruined that he could hardly save it, he actually ate... a better taste from Fang Zheng.

It's ridiculously sad.

"Drink the soup." Fang Zheng saw that Lian Feng's eyes were red again, and this little guy wanted to cry at every turn, which made Fang Zheng feel more compassionate.He wondered in a complicated mood, was he so fragile after the great change he suffered back then?What is the use of shedding tears when there is no one to help and comfort yourself in those times?Gradually he became a stubborn and impenetrable rock.But if there is a choice, who doesn't want to have a warm harbor and embrace?

Lian Feng took a sip of the soup made of algae and water chestnut, his eyes widened again in surprise, and he said suspiciously: "These are vegetables..." But why does it taste like meat?

Fang Zheng laughed again, primitive people would not put oil and salt in soup.The taste is naturally not flattering.He stored the yams and the leftovers from the last meal of cooking the goral meat to make a soup base.The yam is mainly starch, and the goral meat is left with shredded soup. With the addition of a little oil and the precipitated coarse salt, the soup base tastes thick and strong.Use this kind of soup base to cook algae and water chestnut. There seems to be water vapor and fragrance in the water chestnut.

Both dried venison and soup are for two, but because they are so delicious, Lianfeng is still unsatisfied after eating.If it wasn't for the fact that the fake skin on his face could not move too much when eating, he would probably have eaten the stone bowl together.

Zifeng knows that food can give people a satisfying feeling, but he never knew that delicious food can make people so happy, happy, and feel that every part of the body is alive.After eating this kind of food, all the banquets in Wangyu were eclipsed, and the "Yao Banquet" held once every ten years by the ancestor Jiang's daughter-in-law of the West probably didn't taste like this.Although he hasn't been there either.

His feelings for Fang Zheng became more complicated...but one thing was more clear, this person mobilized his desires more deeply...he not only wanted to see Fang Zheng collapse, but also wanted to eat the food he made.

But Fang Zheng killed his companion... Zifeng's mind was very confused, and then he thought that what he wanted to do must be something Fang Zheng didn't want to do.That is to say, this can also become a means of "revenge" on Fang Zheng.So there seems to be no conflict between my desire for Fang Zheng and my hatred for Fang Zheng.So Zifeng convinced himself with peace of mind.

Fang Zheng is also rarely happy, he usually does not share food with others.But that doesn't mean he can't be happy to see others marvel at the deliciousness of his cooking.Seeing Lian Feng licking his tongue and lips to his face, Fang Zheng felt a rare sense of accomplishment.

Fang Zheng has always been unwilling to be friendly to others, like a hedgehog and a powder keg, rejecting people all the time.Even those who trusted him in the tribe were actually a little afraid of him and didn't dare to get close to him.Of course, Fang Zheng also deliberately put on such a face, in order to reduce trouble.

But the deeper reason is that Fang Zheng doesn't believe that he can warm others.After all, he is such an asshole, he is very self-aware.

But at this moment, the other party's appearance of fullness and satisfaction was so real that Fang Zheng suddenly felt that "raising children" or "establishing a long-term stable relationship" that he thought were difficult to achieve, seemed to be something he could try.

After eating and drinking, Fang Zheng asked Lian Feng to go back to bed and lie down.On the other hand, he carried a bundle of ropes on his back and walked out with a copper sword.

"Brother Zheng, you won't tie me up anymore?" Lian Feng reminded him deliberately as if he couldn't believe it.

And at the hot spring, Fang Zheng said he would interrogate him, but after he came back, he cooked him a meal, and nothing was interrogated.Even Feng was extremely puzzled.

"It's not tied anymore. You didn't do it." Fang Zheng turned back and said, "You even struggled to pick up the bowl for eating and drinking soup. How could it be possible to break the rope and strangle that person to death."

When Lian Feng was eating just now, the hands that held up the dishes trembled slightly.This is not pretended by Lian Feng, his body is really too fragile, but for the sake of unnecessary strange insistence, he tried his best to lift it more steadily, but Fang Zheng could see it.

Zifeng didn't have red eyes this time, his expression was only as desolate as frost and snow.This was the first blow he had suffered: the hand that used to carry a heavy axe weighing dozens of catties without panting could not hold a small stone bowl steadily.

Although his body is struggling to heal and regenerate within that shell, who knows if he can regain his former strength.

He doesn't even know when he will recover.The witch doctor on Zu Jiang's side told him that it might take a long time.If it takes one or two hundred years and he dies before he recovers, wouldn't he have to wear this shell for the rest of his life and live no better than a disabled person.

This gap tortured Zifeng's mind all the time.Even if it became the evidence that he was exempted from suspicion, he was not extra happy.He could only nod his head and watch Fang Zheng go out, then fell on the bedside exhausted.

"Aren't you coming out?" Lian Feng said to the void, "You have been following me. Do you have anything to say to me, Lord Erguo?"

"I'll do that, and I'm staying here to find out the news. I know what I'm going to do, and you don't need to kill that person to warn me."

No one responded to him, and there was silence in the air.It is possible that those two people were not around and went to explore elsewhere.

Zifeng was caught in a huge struggle—should he tell Fang Zheng that this "Xanadu"-like valley tribe has been discovered by the most elite minions of the Western Nvzu?

In fact, from a strategic point of view, it is not cost-effective to exterminate, capture or plunder this small tribe across the snowy mountains in the west. They have never expanded here, and there is no need for that.

But if they don't make a move, it doesn't mean that the news won't spread, and it will probably become a chip-like gift, given to places that need it.

Such as Badian and Yu Yi.

At that time...Zifeng suddenly felt anxious and at a loss in his heart. If Fang Zheng died...

No, Zifeng suddenly became sober with horror, he couldn't let Fang Zheng die in the hands of others.Only you can kill him.He also wants to lock Fang Zheng up, fuck him in revenge, eat the food he cooked... and then kill him when he has done enough.

He does not allow others to end this possibility in advance.

Zifeng made a quick decision, staring at the roof of the house motionless in the darkness.

Fang Zheng walked out of the door of the room. He didn't make an iron lock, but it was still possible to bolt the door from the outside with a wooden stick.Although Lian Feng's suspicion has been ruled out, Fang Zheng still prevented Lian Feng from escaping and could only open it from the outside.

Since Lian Feng didn't do it, either the women in this tribe took revenge, or they mixed with outsiders.Fang Zheng leaned towards the second possibility, and the origin of that unusual dog must be investigated carefully.

Fang Zheng knocked on doors from door to door, investigating if there were any unusual places, and checking if anyone was hiding.This was only done when Yu Yi's deserters ran away before.Now that it happened again, everyone was terrified.

"Pay attention to safety." Fang Zheng told them, "Close the doors and windows. If there is any abnormal noise, let me know as soon as possible."

In the past few years, Fang Zheng felt like a "security captain".Who told him that his force value is the strongest among them.

Speaking of force value, Fang Zheng has increased a lot by chance and coincidence in recent years.

First of all, he insisted on taking Tai Sui meat, and his body could jump more and more easily.

Secondly, he dug for ten days in the huge rubbish debris brought out by the volcanic magma, and found a broken tortoise shell that was almost half the size of a basketball court.I don't know how many years ago it was buried inside, but neither the magma nor the ground fire can burn it.

And only some of the tortoise shells have that size. It's hard to imagine how big the entire tortoise shell, and the old tortoise that grew out of this shell, are.

It is said that the four poles of Tianzhu were supported by the four legs of Fuxi who chopped off Da'ao. Although it is an exaggerated myth, it also shows that people in ancient times had seen a very huge tortoise before they could imagine it.

Fang Zheng has long understood the size of animals in this era, the snake, the Gu worm, and now this big turtle.

But apart from wowing him, the tortoise shell had something useful to him engraved on it.

There are some words on it.However, the characters of this era, whether they are pottery inscriptions or oracle bone inscriptions, he is at a loss and cannot recognize them.

Fortunately, in addition to the characters, there are also some simple lines, like the different movements of some villains.There are also horizontal lines of different lengths below the action.

Those lines, combined with short, horizontal and long, most intuitively remind people of the "Gua" of later generations.

Tortoise shells have always been closely related to "Bagua" and "Yi".

Is this thing the Tai Chi Kung Fu of our ancestors?Fang Zheng's knowledge was only enough for him to make this guess, and he gestured according to the pose above.

Up to the point where the tortoise shell breaks, there are eight postures in total.Judging from the crack, there may be other poses behind, but I can't find it.

The first pose looks like a horse stance from the picture, but the hands and feet are slightly adjusted.There is also a short horizontal line below.

There are two dashes under the second movement, and so on, eight dashes under the eighth.So Fang Zheng suspected that these short horizontal lines represented the order, so he started with the first one.

The first action that was so simple made him dizzy.

He turned to the second move, which was similar to the opening and closing hands in Tai Chi. In Fang Zheng's view, it was also very simple.But when he followed that posture, he felt a rush of heat directly above his head, staring at his eyes, and even passed out.

It seems that if he didn't follow the order in the picture, he would not be able to do the second move if he tied up the horse stance with fine adjustments.

But he was dizzy from the first move, so naturally he couldn't do the second pose.

Fang Zheng doesn't believe in evil, and taking a horse stance is not evil kung fu, so how could he be insane.Fang Zheng finds time every day to practice only the first movement.After practicing for a year, he was finally able to maintain no dizziness.

At the same time, he was surprised to find that with this stance, the power of his previous moves seemed to be strengthened a bit.

The most intuitive feeling is that when he needs to collect more stones on the rock wall to make the second soup pot, he chisels a few times with a copper sword, and the large stones fall down, which is easier than the first time many times.

Since it was convenient and easy, Fang Zheng was also happy to help other people chisel a lot of mica stones. After only one morning, everyone had a high-temperature-resistant stone pot.

Then Fang Zheng started to practice the second move, and as expected, he started to feel dizzy again.

Fang Zheng thought with lingering fear, those short-terms, the first one is a horizontal line, and he has been practicing for a year.So, does each horizontal line represent a year? After practicing these eight postures by myself, it will take decades.He is not good at mathematics, can he live to that time?

In order to speed up the progress, Fang Zheng thought of many ways, such as practicing upside down, such as supplementing Tai Sui with dietary therapy before and after training, such as training muscle groups specifically for strength, he gets up early every day and is greedy for night, except wandering around looking for things, maintaining the peace of the small tribe, Just thinking about this tortoise shell.

After three years, Fang Zheng practiced the third posture and discovered another thing that helped him become stronger.