Fang Chang lived in Nanping Mountain.

The sky is clear and the air is not as hot as the mountain, and the surroundings are very quiet.

Standing in the yard, looking back, you will see the green Nanping Mountain, and looking forward, you will see the scattered mountain villages, and there will be irregular rice fields like spider webs at the foot of the mountain.

The life of Master Sang Ziping's disciple is very simple. In addition to studying and practicing hard, he is going up the mountain to collect herbs and treating the villagers.

It is not entirely free. People who come to see a doctor will take a few fish, a piece of meat, or a bucket of grain according to their own conditions. As a reward for seeking medical treatment, Master Sang Ziping was not picky and accepted one by one.

Often at this time, Sang Ziping was responsible for the diagnosis and treatment, and his apprentice helped him, or took medicine. Sang Ziping had a good medical treatment level. Although he could not use medicine to cure the disease, he thought it was right, so he was very famous in the ten miles and eight villages.

But Fang Chang did not go to watch them see the doctor.

Although before he restored his original outfit, he dressed himself up as a doctor in the martial arts world.

Nanping Mountain also produces big bamboos. Fang Chang was idle and took a machete from Master Sang Ziping's disciple, went to the unowned place on the mountain to cut a large bundle of bamboos and transported them back, and then removed the branches and leaves.

Just as he cut the bamboo open and removed the bamboo joints, Mu Anning finished his work and appeared next to him.

"Mr. Fang, it's time to have a meal!"

"Okay, I'll come now."

Fang Chang stopped his movements, held the machete that was thrown aside in his hand, and followed Mu Anning down the mountain and walked towards the small courtyard where the smoke gradually dissipated.

There are many beautiful scenery along the way. The clouds and fog are closely connected with the stream, covering up the source of the ding dong sound. Occasionally, deer and deer are passing through the fog. They subconsciously ignore Fangchang, but after seeing Mu Anning, they suddenly left. They looked very delicious. Fangchang was ready to hunt one of them and share it with Master Sang Ziping.

Mu Anning asked curiously: "What are you going to do when you cut bamboo?"

Fang Chang smiled and said, "The water in Nanping Mountain is so good, but it's too hard to see you always climb the mountain and find the mountain spring to carry water back."

When he heard about the question of fetching water, Mu Anning said:

"This is natural. The spring water on the mountain is clean and sweet, and it is a tea-making product, let alone eating and using it normally. However, the village is not very deep, and it is full of stones. Although the foundation of the building is solid, it is impossible to dig a well."

"Although the water in the pool at the foot of the mountain is also good, the water quality is far less than that on the mountain. Therefore, the slightly more diligent families in the village will go up the mountain to fetch water, and the rest will also walk up a while to get the water in the mountain stream."

But he was still very curious about what Mr. Fang did to make these bamboos.

I heard Fang Chang beside me say, "Anyway, I'm idle, so I'm going to use it to draw water from the mountain, so that there will be uninterrupted flowing water every day, so as not to always climb up."

"Sir, this is a good method. Why didn't we expect it before?"

Mu Anning is still a teenager with a lively mind. After thinking a little, he knew what Fang Chang was going to do. Then he asked happily: "Sir, can I do this water-draining bamboo channel with you? I am familiar with the roads on the mountain, and I usually do the bamboo cutting smoothly."

"Of course it's good, but don't your master need your help?"

"There are not many people who came to see the doctor. They said they wanted me to help me learn medical skills. The master doesn't care much about what I do. He said that this is how we have been through all ages. In the future, I have to rely on myself to do it and understand it myself and think about how to go."

Sang Ziping had already prepared lunch, but he was not familiar with him, so it was just their usual food.

Here are some vegetables that are not seen near Yunzhongshan. They are fried in small pieces of meat oil and are bright and bright on the plate. A small piece of fresh fish is served in a bowl, which is cooked thoroughly with garlic cloves and is very salty. In addition, there are a few small pieces of pickled kimchi on the plate, almost every meal, and it is crispy and delicious.

The staple food is rice, because it is a rice cultivation area, but this method is very unique. First, add water to boil the rice, then drain it, and steam most of the rice in a wooden barrel, and the remaining rice and rice soup are cooked into porridge together. Although it is a bit troublesome, both the rice and the porridge are fragrant and delicious.

"Master, I will go up the mountain with Mr. Fang in the afternoon."

"good."

Sang Ziping did not ask him what he was going to do. Whether it was his apprentice or Mr. Fang, it was reassuring and there was no need to worry about it.

After dinner, Fang Chang and Mu Anning walked up the mountain with tools.

After splitting all the bamboos that Fang Chang had cut off before, Fang Chang stood up straight and said to Mu Anning next to him: "Let's take these up, go upwards, and choose a suitable water source first."

"Um!"

Mu Anning was neat and quickly tied up the processed bamboos with Fang Chang.

However, the young man had low cultivation and was weak and had only carried a small part of it. Most of the bamboo was carried by Fang Chang.

He instructed Mu Anning:

"It is best to have sufficient water flow to avoid the flow of less water."

"Sir, don't worry, I have a good place here, which is very suitable for water diversion." Mu Anning was very excited and climbed the mountain quickly, but Fang Chang always carried a large bundle of bamboos split in half and followed him steadily. After all, Fang Chang's feet were outstanding, and he had been living in the mountains in recent years.

The two of them passed by a long journey together. Mu Anning, who led the way, did not care about the stream or the like. He led Fang Chang and walked halfway up the mountain.

“It’s here.”

Fang Chang looked and found a few springs flowing out, gathering together, and going down the mountain.

Not far away, the water flows on a smooth steep slope, forming a small waterfall. The steep slope is tight in stone, clean on the outside, and there is no soil or weeds next to it, and there are no messy branches covering it.

The water splashed in the sun, and Fang Chang stepped forward and took a bite:

“It tastes good indeed!”

He put down the bamboo bundle on his back, took Mu Anning together, cut many branches beside him, inserted them into the cracks of the rocks or the soil to hold them firmly. Each piece of bamboo was supported with two branches, and the grooves were tied up and down, and soon spread dozens of feet out.

"Try it first."

In Mu Anning's expectant eyes, Fang Chang moved the bamboo at the waterfall to the water.

The turbulent water flowing down from above instantly rushed into the groove. The water flowed down the paved bamboo channel, flowing down from the exit dozens of feet away, hitting the ground.

"Well, it works. Let's cut more bamboo and try to get to the yard in the next few days."

"Okay Mr. Fang!"

Mu Anning, who was excited to see this scene, immediately picked up his tools and wanted to go into the bamboo forest with Fang Chang to cut down.

He was already a little impatient to build this new thing.

The two of them attracted many curious animals, gathered not far away and boldly watched the two busy humans.
Chapter completed!