"Get up."
The middle-aged man raised his hand, and a strong lifting force helped me up, as if a pair of hands were dragging my arms upwards.
This man has already mastered the control of the void.
I don’t know when I will be able to reach this level.
"Actually, I didn't teach you anything.
This Da Feng Song is a technique you learned by yourself, and I didn't teach you it."
The middle-aged man looked at me and said, "I'm just very interested in this technique. , so I just thought about it a little bit.”
"But no matter what, this technique has been improved by senior and has reached perfection."
"Yes."
He smiled and stroked his beard, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you for a walk.
Since you're here at Xianzhuju, I'll treat you to some of the specialties here."
I'm also curious, these are all bamboos, what are their specialties?
The further you go, the more people there are, and from time to time you can see houses made of bamboo, which gives you a feeling of returning to nature, which is extremely comfortable.
When those people saw the middle-aged man, they all shouted: "Hello, Elder Qingsan."
"Elder Qingsan, who is this young man?"
"This young man is quite handsome.
Is he the son-in-law brought back by the elder from outside?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
Qing San quickly yelled: "My daughter is still young.
She goes to work wherever she goes."
I saw this group of women busy in a pool.
Several of them stepped on a hammer-like object with their feet, like a seesaw, and stepped up the hammer head, which was a big stone, in the pool, and then dropped it.
After falling, some mud-like slurry splashed up, but it was green.
"Senior, what is this?"
I looked into the pool and saw a pool full of paste, exuding the smell of bamboo.
"Bamboo Pulp" "What is it for?"
I asked curiously.
"papermaking."
It dawned on me that before wood pulp was widely used, bamboo pulp was indeed used to make paper.
But such paper will be very rough and not as delicate as wood pulp.
This kind of rough paper is generally used to make gold paper, which is the kind of paper money used to burn incense and worship.
Taoist priests also mostly used this kind of paper to draw talismans.
Unexpectedly, Xianzhuju still retains this method of making paper, perhaps because the craft of using wood pulp to make paper does not yet exist in the fairy world.
"Isn't wood pulp used to make paper in the fairy world yet?"
I asked casually.
"Yes."
Qing San answered affirmatively.
"Oh, that's because there are no trees in Xianzhuju, so we can only use bamboo to make paper."
I thought about it, and that should be the reason.
"No."
He actually denied it and asked me, "Do you know what the paper is used for?"
I shook my head and said, "I don't know, but the purpose of paper is to write on it.
Other than that, it's for burning, and for wiping your butt when going to the toilet."
The fathers and daughters beside Pu Chi laughed heartlessly.
Qing San glared at me and said, "You use the fairy bamboo paper that you worked so hard to make to wipe your butt.
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Aren't you afraid of getting hemorrhoids?"
My face twitched slightly.
Will this immortal have hemorrhoids?
"Remember, the paper produced by the Immortal Bamboo Residence is extremely valuable and is hard to find outside.
This kind of paper has spirituality, and the success rate and power of using it to carve talismans and seals are greatly increased.
Therefore, people outside are interested in the Immortal Bamboo Paper.
The demand is huge, and we provide it here in exchange for the resources we need.”
"Oh, I know."
I nodded.
"Let's go, I'll take you to eat."
I continued to follow Qingsan and arrived at a market with many bamboo houses connected together.
"Elder Qingsan."
Others nodded in greeting.
After we found a bamboo pavilion and sat down, he said to the waiter: "Two sections of bamboo tube rice, a plate of fried bamboo shoots with green peppers, a plate of mushrooms, a can of bamboo fungus soup, and a pot of bamboo leaf green wine."
"Okay, here we come."
The waiter quickly served some very light dishes.
Looking at the food on the table, I finally understood what the specialty is.
This is food made with bamboo, bamboo tube rice, bamboo shoots, bamboo fungus, and bamboo leaf green wine.
"It smells so good."
I praised.
"Eat, you can't eat this outside."
Qing San picked up the bowl and chopsticks first, which were naturally made of bamboo.
If you rely on mountains and water to eat, you can only eat bamboo.
But they have been eating bamboo shoots without any meaty taste.
Can they bear it?
Immortals don't matter, but the women who make paper are just ordinary people.
I took a mouthful of rice from a wooden barrel and put it into my mouth.
The fragrance of bamboo filled my mouth and left a lingering fragrance on my lips and teeth.
This was the feeling I was talking about.
I also ate bamboo tube rice when I was young, but the taste was not as rich as this one.
There was still a kind of Qi, fairy Qi in it.
After all, this bamboo tube is the bamboo tube of Immortal Bamboo.
I didn't dare to gobble it up, but chewed it slowly and savored it carefully.
I have never been like this before, for fear of swallowing it directly and wasting the tasting process.
The same goes for several other dishes, all with the same taste.
The wine is very fragrant and not strong.
Even though I don’t know how to drink, I drank several glasses of it.
It took two hours to finish the meal.
Qing San did not rush him, but just smiled and said: "How does it taste?"
"This feeling cannot be described in words.
I just want to remember this moment.
Maybe I will never have this kind of food again."
I told the truth.
"It depends on fate."
Qing San said these four words, and then said: "Let's go, I will take you to my house."
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"Okay."
He took me home after he was full of food and wine.
Did he really treat me as his son-in-law?
His home is classier than those outside, and he is an elder after all.
His home has a bamboo fence, which encloses a yard.
There is a pavilion in the yard, and there are tables and chairs in the pavilion.
At the moment, two women, one big and one small, are writing carefully.
Qing San didn't let me make a sound, carefully pushed open the fence, led me in, and walked quietly to the edge of the pavilion.
But he saw a young woman, probably in her early thirties, staring carefully at the girl next to her, who was drawing symbols on the paper with a brush.
The brush dipped in vermilion paint moved over the yellow paper, not very fast, but in one go.
When they picked up the pen, both mother and daughter had happy smiles on their faces: "It's done." bang bang bang Qing San applauded, and I applauded too.
Only then did the two girls notice us.
They looked at me in surprise and asked, "Who are you?"
"My name is Shen Qian."
Qing San quickly explained: "The patriarch asked him to come in and asked me to take him for a walk."
"Oh."
The two women nodded, and the girl said happily: "Dad, look, I have learned another talisman seal."
"Well, not bad, come on Ye'er."
Qingsan doted on her little head.
Ye'er looked about twelve or thirteen years old, about the age of a junior high school student.
It's too early to recruit a son-in-law "Follow me."
He winked at me, and then walked towards the bamboo house.
I quickly followed and entered one of the bamboo houses.
It looks like it should be a study room The bamboo bookshelf was filled with thread-bound books.
He said to me: "You can read the books here as you like.
When the patriarch lets you go, it will end.
How much you can remember depends on you."
Talented.”
"Thank you, senior."
My heart was pounding.
This was a great opportunity for me.
I don’t know what these books are about, but they are definitely good stuff.
I have never liked reading, but now I am full of interest in these books.
It can even be said to be an impulse, and I can't wait to remember them all
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