Thinking that someone had given him one hundred taels of silver so generously, Song Qian felt pity and said, "Why don't you let me go down and give it a try. I've always had good luck. If I have more people to help me, I will have more strength."

The subordinate had no choice but to nod his head and immediately gave Song Qian a long rope and asked another subordinate to hold it and hoist Song Qian to the bottom of the cliff.

"If you are scared, just pull the rope twice and we will pull you up," the subordinate said.

Song Qian looked at the cliff with billowing clouds and smoke below. Although he was a little scared, he still nodded in order to save others.

She groped along the rope to the bottom of the cliff.

Here, another subordinate suddenly looked at Chang Feng, who had agreed to take the lead, and said: "Chief Guard, that little widow just said that she was lucky, but I clearly remember that the investigating person said that she was an unlucky person, not only could she die

Parents, they killed their adopted parents, and they also killed their husband and mother-in-law——"

After hearing what his subordinate said, Changfeng suddenly thought of the information he had investigated, and the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched.

However, at this moment, Song Qian, who was going down, immediately pulled the rope twice.

"Look, you actually believed in a village girl and a widow. You were scared as soon as you got down. How can you find Ganoderma lucidum?" the subordinate said sadly.

The two of them worked together to pull Song Qian up.

However, before Song Qian could stand still, he took out a huge Ganoderma lucidum from the basket in his arms and said, "I found it! There really is Ganoderma lucidum! But a big grass grew in front of it, blocking it! I

I just happened to step on that grass and discovered it!"

Changfeng took the Ganoderma lucidum from Song Qian's hand and examined it carefully. It was indeed a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

"Great! The master is saved!"

Changfeng immediately handed over the Ganoderma lucidum to the doctor in the team.

The doctor ground Ganoderma lucidum into pieces, put it into other medicines, helped Ji Changye up, and poured the medicine soup in.

After a bowl of medicinal soup was poured down, within the time of a stick of incense, Ji Changye, who was already dying, slowly opened his eyes.

"Master, you finally woke up! You scared us to death!"

"This poison is so strange that it would take thousands of years of Ganoderma lucidum to suppress it. This time, thanks to this little lady, she found the Ganoderma lucidum on the cliff!" Changfeng pointed at Song Qian.

"It's okay, it's just a little effort." Seeing Ji Changye's face return to normal, Song Qian felt a sense of joy in saving people's lives and said nonchalantly.

Ji Changye paused and recognized Song Qian.

"Thank you, little lady, for saving me again. I wonder what kind of thank you the little lady would like?" Ji Changye has a good physical condition. He looked dangerous just now, but the poison was at its extreme. Now the Ganoderma lucidum has suppressed the poison.

When he got down, his complexion had recovered 70%, and his voice was calm and calm.

"You've all given me so many things, I really don't need them any more," Song Qian declined.

Changfeng saw that Song Qian was wearing very simple clothes, and then thinking about her thatched house with a door that could be opened at a touch, he couldn't help but said: "How can this be possible? One code is another code, you have saved our father twice.

If you want to thank me for saving your life, just ask, our master will agree to it."

Hearing what Changfeng said, Song Qian suddenly became interested. He looked at Ji Changye with interest and said, "Can you really agree to any request?"

Ji Changye looked into her clear and beautiful eyes and nodded slowly.

"How about you give me your life-saving grace?" Song Qian said straightforwardly.

Changfeng was drinking water from a kettle. When he heard Song Qian's words, he was so frightened that he squirted out all the water in his mouth, and then started coughing violently.

Ji Changye raised his eyes calmly and glanced deeply at Changfeng.

Changfeng felt the pressure from his master, and then he covered his mouth with his hands.

Ji Changye thought of the fiancées he had killed one after another, and looked at Song Qian with some guilt, and said, "It's not that I don't agree, it's just that the young lady is my benefactor. I can't repay kindness with hatred, so you should do the same thing."

If he really wanted to marry him, he was afraid that the little lady would die within three days.

Song Qian smiled and said: "Don't be so nervous, I'm just joking. The young master is so beautiful that he must be a dragon or a phoenix among men. How can I climb a high tree? However, I just felt something. I am a widow.

I am a son who really wants to find a man to support his family."

Otherwise, you will always be bullied by others.

There was Xu Biao last night, and maybe Zhang Biao and Li Biao will be there tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

"I still want to pick mushrooms. Since you have recovered, you should go down the mountain as soon as possible. There is really no need to thank you." Song Qian stood up, took his hatchet, turned and walked into the woods.

Ji Changye looked at Song Qian's thin back, thought of what she just said, and suddenly said: "Changfeng——"

Changfeng was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said: "Master, I can't help it, you don't want me to marry this little widow to support her, right? I, I just want to follow you, master, you

You can’t abandon me like this!”

Ji Changye's eyes flashed with disgust, and he rubbed his eyebrows speechlessly, saying: "Idiot! I asked you to follow her to protect her safety. We will stay here during this period to see if we can find something for her.

A suitable man."

It turned out that he wanted to protect her, and he was scared to death.

Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief and followed Song Qian without leaving any trace.

Song Qian was lucky today and picked a large basket of mushrooms.

She hurriedly carried the basket down the mountain while it was still dark.

After returning home, Song Qian dried the mushrooms and prepared to sell them on the street early tomorrow morning.

These fresh mushrooms go perfectly with chicken soup.

Song Qian originally raised two chickens, but she killed one for today's fresh mushrooms.

Chop the slaughtered chicken into large pieces, put it into a pot and simmer it over high heat with ginger slices until the chicken is almost done, then put in the fresh mushrooms until the mushrooms are cooked. The pot is so delicious that you can't wait to eat it on your tongue.

The swallowed chicken and mushroom soup is ready.

The aroma of this chicken stewed with mushrooms cannot be overshadowed. The taste comes one after another, making people salivate.

This person is none other than Chang Feng, who was ordered to protect Song Qian.

"Yuanbao, hurry up and wash your hands and eat." After Song Qian prepared the meal, she walked out of the yard and called her son.

Changfeng, who had been so greedy for a long time, couldn't bear it any longer. He climbed down from the roof, took a big bowl and filled it with a big bowl of chicken and mushrooms.

He couldn't wait to take a sip, and he was so amazed by the delicious taste that his eyes narrowed.

This little widow’s cooking skills are so good! It’s so delicious.

Changfeng wanted to finish the bowl full of chicken and chicken soup in one gulp, but when he thought that his master had no appetite for food in the past few days, his loyalty defeated his appetite.

He picked up a jar, poured the chicken soup into it, covered it, and then turned over and walked out again.

Ji Changye lives in the city, and it takes a while to walk, but Changfeng is good at Qinggong, so he can jump through a forest quite quickly.

He was holding chicken soup and soon came to Ji Changye's eyes.

Ji Changye was also having dinner. Looking at the food on the table, he had no appetite.

Seeing Changfeng coming back, he frowned even more tightly and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing here? Didn't you ask to protect their mother and son?"

Changfeng brought out a small earthen jar as if offering a treasure and said: "I've brought you something good. I didn't expect that the little widow's cooking skills were so good. She killed a chicken and stewed the mushrooms. The smell was so delicious.

I wanted to fall from the roof, so I secretly took a sip. It was so delicious, better than any restaurant we had eaten in! I thought you didn't have much appetite, so I stole a small can for you to try."

Stolen?

Ji Changye's eyes suddenly showed a hint of disgust.

"Try it, it tastes really good! It's amazing!" Changfeng has been following Ji Changye for more than 20 years, and he immediately advised him after guessing his thoughts.

Ji Changye saw that he was determined not to leave until he drank the can of chicken soup, so he reluctantly opened the can.

The insulation effect of this earthen jar is very good. When you open the lid, white smoke comes out, which is very hot.

Ji Changye took a spoon, took a small spoonful, and put it to his lips.

With this entrance, his dull taste buds seemed to come alive instantly.

Changfeng is right, it is indeed delicious!

It's delicious to the extreme, with a hint of sweetness.

Ji Changye's appetite was whetted, and he drank all the chicken soup in a short while, including the chicken and mushrooms.

In the end, I ate a whole bowl of rice.

Changfeng saw that he was eating well, and the glutton in his stomach was aroused.

Seeing Ji Changye finish drinking the soup, he put away the jar without saying a word, and the effort was gone in the blink of an eye.

If he had rushed back in time, he would still be able to eat the hot leftovers.

Changfeng was anxious and rushed back to Song Qian's home.

Thank God, there was still a lot in the pot, and Song Qian and her son had already washed up and rested.

He was not polite and secretly filled a large bowl, not even letting go of the leftover rice in the pot, soaking in the soup and drinking a full bowl.

The next day, Song Qian got up early.

Because I was in a hurry to sell mushrooms in the city, I didn't have time to make breakfast, so I didn't notice the situation in the kitchen.

She took the ingot and a basket full of mushrooms on her back, waited for the donkey cart in the village, and then headed to the city.
To be continued...