After Ji Qingyao had taken care of Yipinxuan's affairs, it was already afternoon time. Thinking of the man in black in the cave, he said goodbye to Uncle Qin, Liu Yuanqing and others, then mounted his horse and rushed towards Qinghe Village.
In Yipinxuan, Liu Yuanqing looked at the majestic and elegant words on the paper with admiration. After looking at the value of each part of the tiger's body, Liu Yuanqing felt that he had taken a huge advantage.
In the past, I had only heard from people in the pharmacy that tigers are full of treasures, but I never expected that almost every part of the tiger's body could be made into a panacea.
Liu Yuanqing put a few pieces of paper into his sleeve pocket like a treasure, took out the recipe separately and gave it to Shopkeeper Qin to scan a portion with his hands, and then asked the cook to make it according to the method written on it.
When the dishes were brought to the table, Liu Yuanqing, who originally only planned to taste them briefly, was the last one to wrap up the dishes. After eating, he burped in an awkward manner.
Shopkeeper Qin worked hard for a long time without getting a morsel of soup, and finally stared at Liu Yuanqing with a pair of resentful eyes. Liu Yuanqing had no choice but to leave two kilograms of tiger meat for Shopkeeper Qin, and he had to send the rest back to Beijing overnight.
Ji Qingyao was in a high mood all the way and hurried back to Qinghe Town to return the horses and find a secluded place to change into women's clothes.
Today, she made another income from selling tiger meat. She simply went to the grain store and spice store to buy a small amount of what she needed. You can also buy it in the space, but you still have to make some designs.
She didn't want to sell the medicinal materials in the space for the time being. She was not short of money now. When she was happily thinking about what kind of house she wanted to build, she felt that her eyes were going dark. She faced people coming from the left and to the left, and she also faced people coming from the right. right.
Looking up, what comes into view is a sharp-edged, elegant face, Ji Yunyuan, the eldest son of the Song family and the cheap eldest brother of the original owner Ji Qingyao.
"Get out of the way." There were no unnecessary words. Ji Qingyao didn't have a good impression of the Ji family. Ji Qingyao knew that the consciousness of the original owner was at work because of her attachment to Ji Xiuwen, her cheap father.
"Why did you come to town alone? Mom, sister and the others are here." Ji Yunyuan blocked Ji Qingyao's way and waited for her answer. After a month of not seeing her, she had grown taller and her skin was whiter, but she was too thin.
Ji Yunyuan looked at her thin body, carrying a basket full of things, and frowned deeply, forming a frown.
"Haha, why can't I come to the town alone? You are so lenient in controlling the world." Ji Qingyao said back angrily.
Ji Yunyuan wanted to reach for the backpack on her back, but Ji Qingyao deftly dodged it.
"If you have anything to say, tell me quickly. I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to chat with you here. If you don't have anything to say, I'll leave." After Ji Qingyao finished speaking, he made a move to leave, but was blocked by Ji Yunyuan again.
Ji Qingyao raised her eyebrows slightly. She didn't want to say another word to the person in front of her, nor did she want to see the Song family's children appearing in front of her. So what if she expressed her anger.
Yesterday, Mrs. Song threw her away like a dirty thing, without a word of explanation and without giving her a penny. Ji Qingyao felt that the original owner was not worth it.
The original owner learned to hunt when he was eight years old. He happily returned home with the prey he had hunted for the first time, but what he got was that the Song family drove him to live in a woodshed, where he stayed for eight years.
For so many years, father and son Ji Xiuwen and Ji Yunyuan have turned a blind eye to all this and never asked about it. No one cares whether little Ji Qingyao is clothed and fed, and no one cares whether she is afraid of sleeping alone in the woodshed. .
Ji Qingyao couldn't figure out why there were such cruel parents in the world. If they didn't support their children, they would be a father and a mother in vain. She looked down on such people in her heart.
She had doubted that she was not from the Xiu family, but she also had the unique genetic mark of the Ji family. Every girl in the Ji family would have a red flower birthmark on the crook of her right arm. She had doubted whether the birthmark was true or false, and finally confirmed that it was a red flower birthmark. intrinsic.
Ji Yunyuan didn't want to be watched, so he reached out to take the basket behind Ji Qingyao, but she avoided it again.
"Third sister, if you have anything to say, go home and tell her, are you going to keep having a bad temper with your elder brother like this?" Ji Yunyuan didn't want to call her third sister in his heart. When he was at home, he mostly called her Qingyao.
But seeing more and more people listening to gossip around him, he had no choice but to call out Sanmei reluctantly.
"Hehe, hehe, hehe, Ji Yunyuan, you haven't gone home yet, right?" Ji Yunyuan is nineteen years old, studying in Fucheng, and rarely comes back to prepare for autumn.
Hearing Ji Qingyao's words, he felt an unreasonable panic in his heart. He always felt like something was flowing away from his life.
"Third sister, what do you mean?" Ji Yunyuan frowned slightly, then raised his eyes and looked around.
Ji Qingyao was a little innocent and aggrieved and said: "Brother, mother sold me, don't you know?"
"What did you say?" Ji Yunyuan's voice suddenly increased.
