Fang Qingshi's cooking skills are very good. The fish soup is milky white and fragrant. The stewed fish is bright red in color and delicious, not to mention the steamed fish. The meat is smooth and tender without any fishy smell. She stir-fries wild vegetables to enhance the taste. Crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, the biscuits will leave a lingering aroma on your lips and teeth after you take a bite.
Ji Ranchen has always known that Fang Qingshi is good at cooking, but now every time he takes a bite of delicious food, he feels extremely happy in his heart. This good cooking skill was developed for him.
It turns out that even if I die, future generations will always remember me. This feeling is indescribable and gratifying.
After dinner, Fang Jing'an began to prepare a medicinal bath for Shen Liangyu. The antidote would have to be used tomorrow.
Fortunately, the antidote from Qingwa Village came early, otherwise it would have taken forty-nine days for the antidote to be ready after I had boiled it out. When the poison is applied to the body, no matter how many methods are used to restrain it, it is still a scary thing.
Sister Fang Qingshi tidied up the kitchen and herbs.
Ji Ranchen called Shen Liangyu to his side.
"My life is not long." Ji Ranchen looked at Shen Liangyu: "So I can't go to Nanman with you."
Shen Liangyu was stunned for a moment, then quickly came over and knelt in front of Ji Ranchen: "Master, why? What's wrong with you?"
Ji Ranchen smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's fate. Now I have a few things to tell you."
"Master, everything goes from blue to hell. As long as the master says, I can find any good jade you need. Master, you must not say such things." Shen Liangyu's eyes were red.
Ji Ranchen asked Shen Liangyu to stand up: "The rumor that there is a treasure in the Medical Dao Sect is true, but the purpose of this treasure is not to help the world, but to recruit troops. Just keep it in mind."
Shen Liangyu burst into tears.
"I have three apprentices, but you are of the same age, and you are treated as equals to the outside world, and the same is true to the inside. Although the medical school is no longer there, the inheritance is still there. Jing'an is too kind and honest, and Qinghe is too young, so I will use the token Pass it on to Qing Shi." Ji Ranchen said.
Shen Liangyu nodded gently.
Ji Ranchen took a deep breath: "After all, they grew up among the people, and suddenly such a big thing is weighing on them. So when there is a chance in the future, I will tell Qing Shi that her token is the key to the treasure house."
Having said this, Ji Ranchen raised his eyelids and looked at Shen Liangyu: "Liangyu, I didn't have to say anything about this treasure. My disciples are all people living ordinary lives, and they don't need you." Do you understand?"
Shen Liangyu quickly knelt down and raised his hands: "Shen Liangyu makes a solemn oath here. If I plot against Qingshi to plot the treasure, I will make the souls of the ancestors of the Shen family uneasy, and let me suffer nine thunders, which will break my bones." Retribution of Ashes. ”
"Get up." Ji Ranchen said calmly: "If you are a pedantic person, I won't tell you. Everyone in the Shen family is a model of loyal ministers. You can see clearly what happened to you in the end. It’s up to you to decide how to take the next step.”
Shen Liangyu didn't say anything, but they all said that the hatred for killing his father was irreconcilable, not to mention the hatred of genocide. Today's bastard dog emperor must be the soul of the dead under his own sword!
Only in this way can we comfort the ancestors of the Shen family.
Ji Ranchen let Shen Liangyu go out and quietly closed his eyes to rest. Qing Shi said that Shen Liangyu did not rebel and became the goddess of war.
What if you have that treasure?
Ji's country will be destroyed only if it is damaged from within.
Nowadays, the imperial court is just beginning to show its signs, which may be the beginning of its decline. In this world, it is always you who sings and I come on stage.
"Master." Fang Qingshi came in with the freshly brewed herbs.
Ji Ranchen took it and drank it without even raising his eyebrows: "Tell me about your story."
Fang Qingshi brought a small bench and sat next to it, and said softly: "Li Jingrui is not dead and married a noble girl. I only found out when he was dying, but I was not polite and burned it all."
The Li family's business even burned the whole family to death."
Ji Ranchen tilted his head: "Well done, you are indeed my good disciple, Ji Ranchen."
"I thought it would end like this, but I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes, I would be back again." Fang Qingshi felt helpless when she mentioned this moment.
Ji Ranchen laughed loudly: "God thinks you are too much at a loss. You are too cheap to the Li family. You have allowed them to enjoy your life's glory and wealth. Death is too cheap for them."
Fang Qingshi looked at the master and smiled: "Yes, the master has to think clearly, which is what you said, so I am not in a hurry. Only by cutting the flesh with a dull knife can the hatred be relieved."
"Okay, don't forget that you also have to live a good life." Ji Ranchen said and waved his hand: "Go, I'm tired, I have to watch Liangyu take medicine tomorrow."
Fang Qingshi exited the room and closed the door, feeling much more cheerful. Master's words were like a key, opening up all the knots in his mind that he couldn't even think about.
I originally planned to help at home, because I didn't know what would happen to Shen Liangyu after taking the antidote, but Duan Chengde came early in the morning and said that the Zheng family wanted to invite Fang Qingshi to a banquet.
Therefore, Fang Qingshi had to come back to Lijiazhuang.
When they were crossing the river, Duan Chengde didn't follow them. Their house by the river was almost finished and they needed manpower.
Originally, these people could go to Luwu County to live, but Li Cuihua and several others were unwilling. After all, living here could help Fang Qingshi. How could the people in Lijiazhuang be so good?
Who can rest assured that a young widow lives alone?
Everyone also thinks this is true, so the houses by the river should be built better.
As soon as Fang Qingshi entered the house, he saw Li Jingtai sitting in the yard chopping firewood hard. Although he was a nine-year-old child, Fang Qingshi's knowledge of the Li family had been accumulated over several nine years. In Lao Li's house,
Don't mention conscience, one is really worse than the other.
"Sister-in-law." Li Jingtai ran over: "Sister-in-law, I don't want to go home, can I just stay here?"
"No." Fang Qingshi replied very simply.
Li Jingtai quickly knelt down: "Sister-in-law, I will starve to death when I go home. Please have mercy on me, sister-in-law. I can chop wood, dig wild vegetables, I can do anything."
Fang Qingshi ignored him and went into the house.
Li Cuihua wiped her hands with her apron and came in: "Dong... Ah Shi."
Originally, she was going to call her boss, but Li Cuihua was smart and immediately changed her mind when she saw Fang Qingshi looking at her.
Fang Qingshi nodded: "How did he come?"
"Don't mention it." Li Cuihua told the story of what happened to the Li family in the past few days, and then said: "On that day, this guy came from outside. I could see that he was very hungry, so he gave me
I just want to eat, so I won’t leave for the next few days.”
Fang Qingshi frowned slightly: "Kick him out!"
"Hey." Li Cuihua didn't hesitate. She picked up Li Jingtai when she went out, put him directly outside the door, and closed the door with a bang.
Li Jingtai was stunned. He looked at the closed door, opened his mouth, and burst into tears...