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Chapter 421: The warehouse is solid and the food and clothing are sufficient

The wind speed of the cold wind decreased significantly, and the roadside changed the direction of the wind surge, directing it towards Cangshan Mountain.

They were all blown away, so I took the opportunity to go home and check on them.

I haven't forgotten by the roadside; there's still a donkey and a cat at home.

Seeing the shimmering Erhai Lake, the roadside figure emerged from the cold wind and descended towards the small courtyard on the shore of Erhai Lake at the foot of Cangshan Mountain.

The cat, its mouth agape, lay on the eaves. When it saw a dark shadow fall from the sky, it tilted its head and scratched the back of its head with its hind paw.

It gently landed on the roof by the roadside, stepping on the bricks and tiles to jump down from the roof.

Seeing that the door was ajar, Lu Bian frowned again.

Someone at home.

Could it be that someone has come and occupied my house while I've been away from home for the past two years?

I pushed open the door and went inside. I found a woman roasting charred potatoes by the fire pit.

"What are you doing in my house? Are you able to come down the mountain now?"

The house by the roadside belonged to the Goddess of Cangshan. He looked around his own home, which was filled with traces of the Goddess of Cangshan's residence.

"Who told you to leave the house empty?"

“I not only help you look after your house, but I also help you farm, pickle more than ten jars of sauerkraut for you, and fill the cellar with potatoes. Moreover, now every household living at the foot of Cangshan Mountain is eating the potatoes you grow.”

The roadside goddess introduced potatoes to the Cangshan Mountain, saying they were a crop that came from overseas, hence the name "yangyu" (洋芋).

"You've come back when you had time? Has Chenxiang reached the Western Paradise?" The Goddess of Cangshan put on animal skin gloves, picked up the scalding hot roasted potato, scraped off the charred black crust with a knife, and dipped it in fermented spicy bean sauce.

"Aren't you going to give me two?" He pulled over a wooden stool from the roadside and sat down by the fire pit, watching the Goddess of Cangshan eat with relish.

I only baked two.

"Okay, I'll give you one, and I'll bake some more."

The Goddess of Cangshan threw five potatoes into the fire pit, then used a stick to gather them together, arranging them in a circle in the fire pit.

She put on her heat-resistant animal skin gloves, took a small knife, and scraped the roasted potatoes clean for the roadside before handing them to him.

A stool was added between the two of them, and the spicy bean sauce was placed on the stool so that they could eat the sauce from the dish together.

"Did you make this chili sauce? Who taught you?" I dipped some in the sauce on the roadside and tasted it; it was delicious.

“Didn’t you plant a row of chili peppers on the hillside? I harvested them when they turned red, and now they’ve all grown into chili pepper trees. Each season, we can harvest forty or fifty pounds of chili peppers.”

“I planted some winter broad beans in your field, and harvested a lot at the end of December.”

“On market days, I would sell them to others. About six months later, I discovered that someone had made a sauce using broad beans and chili peppers, so I traded my chili peppers and broad beans for the sauce. I tried to make it myself, but I couldn’t figure it out.”

"Come here, I'll show you something."

Upon reaching Chenxiang's room on the second floor, the Goddess of Cangshan used a key to unlock the copper lock on the cabinet, displaying a cabinet full of copper coins to those on the roadside.

"You earned this?! People on the roadside were stunned."

The money that the Goddess of Cangshan earned through her own hard work is completely different from the precious metals that she created by recombining particles on the roadside. Every copper coin in the cabinet carries the aura of a person.

"I'll take you up the mountain later to see the pickled cabbage I made for you. It's been preserved very well," said the Goddess of Cangshan.

"You wouldn't put the pickle jars on the snow-capped peaks for low-temperature preservation, would you?" someone asked by the roadside.

"Yes."

The temperature here is quite nice, but pickled vegetables always spoil easily in the summer, so I moved all the jars to the top of the mountain. "Has anyone noticed?" someone asked by the roadside.

"So what if we found out?" The Goddess of Cangshan looked curiously at the roadside while munching on a soft, roasted potato.

I imagined someone climbing the snow-capped peaks of Cangshan Mountain with great effort, and after reaching the summit, seeking an audience with the Goddess of Cangshan. Instead, they saw rows of pickling jars on the mountaintop, and the Goddess of Cangshan appeared and asked if they wanted to take a jar of pickled vegetables down the mountain...

"By the way, did you know? On the pagoda of the Pilgrimage Temple outside the capital of Dali, the King of Dali commissioned craftsmen to create a golden statue of a golden-winged roc and place it atop the pagoda," said the Goddess of Cangshan.

"Huh? The Golden-Winged Roc has been to Dali?" Lu Bian was surprised.

"One day I noticed a second sun in the sky, it must be the Roc. It went to the Black Dragon Pool in the northeast, I think it was to find that black dragon."

"The black dragon must have been eaten by the roc," someone guessed by the roadside.

"There is a dragon palace at the bottom of Black Dragon Pool. Black Dragon is the dragon god in charge of wind and rain in the southwest."

"I heard that he used to roam the martial arts world; I heard it from others," said the Goddess of Cangshan.

"The Black Dragon of Black Dragon Pool... I must pay him a visit," someone said by the roadside.

"Where are you going?" the Goddess of Cangshan asked.

"The Western Continent is in great chaos. The Golden-Winged Roc has established the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, and the demons have incorporated all the kingdoms of the Western Continent into the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons." The roadside explained the situation in the Western Continent to the Goddess of Cangshan.

The goddess of Cangshan seemed deeply worried.

"The Golden-Winged Roc is coming. Will the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons expand into Dali?" the Goddess of Cangshan asked.

"No, it stopped at Longevity Mountain. Zhenyuan Daxian drew a death line for the Demon Kingdom," said the roadside.

"I'm going to Heilongtan for a bit, I might be back tonight." After finishing the last bite of his roasted potato by the roadside, he got up and went out.

"Hey, don't tell me you might come back. You have to come back. I'll kill a black-boned chicken and stew it later. We'll have chicken for dinner when you get back," said the Goddess of Cangshan.

"Black-bone chicken?"

"When I went to the market, I saw someone selling chicks. They said that once they grew up, they would be very nutritious, whether they laid eggs or ate meat."

"I bought six, four hens and two roosters. Now I can collect eight or nine eggs every day. The eggs are quite different colors, grayish-green," said the Goddess of Cangshan.

"The two roosters are too noisy every morning. Now that you're back, I'll kill one for you to eat."

"You'll need to stew the rooster for a while before you can eat it."

Lu Bian chatted with the Goddess of Cangshan about their experience in stewing chicken, and then the Goddess of Cangshan took a look at the poultry shed with Lu Bian. The Goddess of Cangshan sold black-boned chickens during the March Street Festival, and Lu Bian immediately recognized them as black-boned chickens, a specialty of the Black-boned Chicken Kingdom.

March Street is the largest market event in the southwestern region of Jambudvipa (the southern continent of Jambudvipa), attracting people from thousands of miles away to come and buy and sell goods.

"I never expected that people from the Kingdom of Black Chicken would flee here," he said to the black chickens in the shed by the roadside.

"When I left home, I took all the chickens I raised at home to the city to sell. Besides chickens, what else did you keep at home?" asked the Goddess of Cangshan by the roadside.

“My sheep have also come down from Cangshan Mountain to help you guard the house. I made some yogurt and milk fan with their milk. You can take some to Chenxiang. When he comes back, he can only eat yogurt and milk fan when the market is open,” said the Goddess of Cangshan Mountain.

Lu Bian gave the Goddess of Cangshan a thumbs up. Yogurt and milk fan are common snacks around Cangshan. Lu Bian and Chenxiang have lived at the foot of Cangshan for several years but have not learned how to make them. The Goddess of Cangshan once again proved to Lu Bian that she is a local of Cangshan.

It's too cold on the snow-capped peaks of Cangshan Mountain, so goat milk can't be made into yogurt or milk fan. Only after descending the mountain does the Goddess of Cangshan have plenty of time and a suitable environment to make these fermented foods.

Lu Bian inspected the house thoroughly and found that not a single bottle or jar was idle. The Goddess of Cangshan had assigned a task and job to every item in the house. The hearth was full of cured meat and sausages, the chests in the storeroom were full of rice and flour, the woodshed was neatly piled with firewood as tall as a person, and the loom was still weaving a large piece of cloth with a unique pattern...

Just a glance around the roadside and you can feel a great sense of satisfaction.

(End of this chapter)