Xu Dayou asked for five taels of silver, which should have his own benefits. After all, he happened to take away all the remaining silver from Fang Zheng's hand.

But Fang Zheng didn't care about this.

What he cares about is that he has no identity in this world.

Once he has official documents and sends messages, he will no longer be a black householder and will have less worries when he walks in the future.

Standing at the intersection of the street, watching the two of them go back in a donkey cart until they turn around and disappear. Fang Zheng returned to the courtyard.

This place will probably be his home for a long time in the future.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel emotion again.

The yard is full of weeds, so it is inevitable to take care of them.

However, except for beds, there are not even tables and stools in this courtyard, so naturally nothing is wrong.

Now I borrowed a hoe, bucket, and rag from my neighbor's house, and I was busy for a while.

It was not until noon that it was almost three minutes before it was considered to be a cleanup.

“Hu…hu…”

Fang Zheng, sweating profusely, found a small stool, sat down in the shade of the corner of the wall, and kept breathing heavily.

In front of him was a lot of weeds and dead branches.

These things cannot be thrown away, they can be cooked as ingredient, but he was in trouble at this time.

How to make a fire?

There is no lighter or fire material here. Can't you borrow it from your neighbor's house to cause the fire?

but…….

There seems to be something called the Scythe!

Fang Zheng's eyes moved slightly, and he got up and went to the kitchen that had not had time to clean.

On the rammed earth wall of the kitchen, there is a wooden cone pierced into the wall, and a black cloth bag hung on it.

He took off the cloth bag and shook it, jingling.

I pulled it apart and saw a few small objects inside.

A steel sheet similar to a guillotine has a blade, and the parts outside the blade are wrapped in unknown leather.

When I took the dust off, I saw that the skin was very worn, and it was obvious that I was often used by people.

In addition, there is a small stone and a small bunch of soft fluff.

Scarlett, flint, tinder.

There seems to be another thing called fire coal, which is also used to attract fire, but it is not found here.

"Fortunately, you don't need to drill wood to make fire."

Fang Zheng laughed at himself.

He shook his head and then took some dry weeds from outside and placed them next to the stove.

Now he can only be glad that he studied literature and history in college and has some understanding of the lifestyles of the ancients.

Don't be blinded by both eyes.

But knowing the principles does not mean having practical skills.

Just like Fangzheng at this time.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The blade of the scythe blade slashed across the flint, making a slightly harsh sound, and from time to time, three or five Mars would collapse.

It should be because of the unfamiliar movements. There were only one or two collisions, and there was no igniting the tinder.

Until his elbows were sore and weak, he didn't succeed in one time!

"I don't believe it yet!"

Fang Zheng gritted his teeth, feeling a little anxious.

But he forgot one thing.

This kind of thing seems simple, but it also requires certain skills, and you are especially irritable.

The more confused the mind is, the less likely it is to succeed.

After a long time of bumping, the turquoise on the ground still did not change.

"Little brother."

At this moment, a slow voice sounded from the door: "Do you need help?"

Fang Zheng turned around and saw that at some point a long-faced man in short Kambu was leaning against the kitchen door.

"Who are you?"

"Zhang Chuwu."

The man reached out and pointed to the back, saying, "Neighbor next door, I heard that someone has come to this courtyard, so come and take a look."

"oh!"

Fang Zheng nodded and stood up: "You are from Aunt Zhang's house."

As he said that, he smiled bitterly, raised the scythe on his hand and said, "I am really not able to make fire."

"I saw it."

Zhang Chuwu took a step forward and took over the hot sickle without hesitation: "I didn't do this thing when I was a child."

As he said that, he squatted down, holding the flint in his left hand, holding the flint in his right hand, and gently touching the flint with the flint in his right hand.

"Click!"

Mars splashed and fell on the turquoise.

"call……"

A trace of flame quietly emerged.

The whole process is smooth and easy and fulfilling.

Zhang Chuwu kept pushing his hands and took out a handful of flammable grass leaves from the dead grass beside him, slowly building the fire.

"This thing is just practice makes perfect."

While busy, he didn't forget to speak: "Little brother, you didn't go to the kitchen before?"

"really."

Fang Zheng smiled embarrassedly.

Although he has been in the kitchen, he has used fire to burn it, so he has never used such ancient things.

Zhang Chuwu smiled and said, "It just so happens that I'll help you burn the fire. Go and pick up some water to clean the pot."

"This stove is useless sometimes!"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

Fang Zheng hurriedly bowed and bowed.

Zhang Chuwu waved his hand: "All neighbors are neighbors, so we will inevitably help each other in the future. What are you polite?"

“That’s right.”

The other party's enthusiasm reminded Fang Zheng of the neighbors in the village when he was a child, and said immediately: "I still have some leftovers that I packed yesterday. If Brother Zhang doesn't dislike it, let's have a meal together here?"

The banquet ended last night, and there were still a lot of dishes left in the restaurant, so Xu Dayou and a few others packed them.

Fang Zheng was naturally not polite, so he divided it up and brought it here this time.

"How could you dislike it!"

Zhang Chuwu's eyes lit up: "But, this is not very good, right?"

"All neighbors are all neighbors, so you don't have to see each other."

Fang Zheng smiled and picked up the bucket beside him: "I'm here to look at the pot, I'll go get water now."

As he said that, he headed straight to Jingting.

Soon, the stove was rinsed clean, and Fang Zheng went back to the house to wrap the leftovers in greased paper yesterday and took out the leftovers.

A total of half a chicken, half a pig's elbow, and a goose stand, nearly a bowl of buckles.

A large bag of bulging shows the sumptuousness of the banquet last night.

Zhang Chuwu's eyes were straight and his throat kept rolling.

"Brother Zhang, do you have any vegetables there?"
To be continued...