After Song Che returned to Suzhou City, he first went to Yunshuifang and called on all the store staff to help find raw materials for fire salt.
In ancient times, there were all dry toilets and there were many old houses. In addition, it has been humid with rainy nights in recent days, so it is not unusual to have saltpeter condensed there.
Early the next morning, when the dew was still fresh, Song Che came to the workshop. No surprise, he collected two large baskets full of saltpeter.
Song Che loaded the fire salt into the carriage, bought some steamed buns and cakes, and rushed out of the city.
The thatched cottage was located in a valley, and he was still a little worried about leaving a seriously injured woman alone.
As the morning sun spread over the hillside, Song Che arrived at the thatched cottage. Seeing that the door lock was still there, he breathed a sigh of relief. He opened the door and entered the house. When he went to the bedroom, the woman on the bed disappeared again.
The clothes and food on the bedside were not moved at all, and the windows in the house were closed tightly.
Song Che came to the bedside, stretched out his hand to explore the bed, and immediately smiled. He was still warm, but he didn't leave.
He was about to call out, but before he could open his mouth, a sword blade was quietly pressed against his neck, and a cold question came from behind him: "Who are you? Why did you save me?"
Song Che said calmly: "I admire the heroine's grace."
"Don't be such a mouthful!" The woman held the sword closer and asked again, "Then why do you want to imprison me?"
Song Che sighed: "With the skills of a heroine, it is easy to fly over eaves and walls, climb through windows and break down doors. I locked the door because I was afraid that the jackals in the mountains would attack you."
silence,
After a while of silence,
The breathing behind him became more and more rapid, and the sword slowly withdrew from Song Che's neck.
"You are seriously injured and need a good rest." Song Che turned around and said.
The woman touched her chest, pointed her sword at Song Che, and retreated out of the house step by step. A hunter never leaves his back to others. But she was so weak that she bumped into a table and chair lightly, lost her center of gravity, and fell backwards.
Song Che hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the woman's wrist, took the opportunity to seize the long sword, and said in a deep voice: "If I were a bad person, I can kill you with one sword right now."
"Let me go..." The woman struggled weakly.
Song Che secretly sighed in his heart, even if this woman became a heroine, she would still be duplicitous. He picked up the woman in his arms, turned her back and put her on the bed, and said seriously: "Woman, from yesterday to now, I have put you on this bed three times. As the saying goes, good things come only three times. Don't do that. The snake that bites the farmer is poisonous to the human body and chills the heart.”
The woman surprisingly calmed down, hummed softly, and turned her head.
"If you want to get better quickly, you can eat these foods and replenish them wherever you eat." Song Che took out two big steamed buns from his sleeves and placed them on the bedside. "And these clothes, you'd better also For a change, it’s not good for someone to look so beautiful and smell bad.”
"I'm right outside the house. If anything happens, just shout."
After a few words of warning, Song Che exited the thatched cottage and closed the door.
The saltpeter raw material has many impurities, and it must be refined and purified. The method is very simple. Add the raw material to water, bring to a boil over high heat, and simmer slowly over low heat. After the raw material is simmered until fine, leave it to cool overnight. The impurities will be precipitated, and the saltpeter will be heated. Will solidify.
By scraping off the solidified fire salt and drying it in the sun, the purity can be greatly improved.
Song Che first picked up two large bundles of dry firewood nearby, and then went to the stream to fetch a few buckets of clean water. The large iron pot in the restaurant was already rusty, and it took a lot of time to wash it several times.
Then according to the steps, pour the raw materials into the pot, add water and bring to a boil.
While there was a fire in the stove, I fried a pot of the herbs I caught yesterday.
After these busy trips, it was already noon before I knew it.
When the herbs were cooked, the cauldron was still wet. Song Che filtered a bowl of soup and planned to give it to the woman. As soon as he left the hut, he saw the door of the thatched cottage open. The woman finally changed her clothes and sat on the threshold. Go up, raise your head and quietly bathe in the sun.
Her pale face added a bit of luster and delicacy, her skin was as white as jade, her nose was as three-dimensional as an awl, and her pretty profile was strong yet soft. The originally fierce killer in black now looked like a daughter, Xiaojiabiyu.
A woman is emotional and tender at heart, but she has to pick up a sword and travel around the world. She should also be a woman with a story.
"Ahem... The sun is quite nice today. If you get some sunshine, you'll recover quickly." Song Che coughed twice and said with a smile.
The woman quickly put away the contentment on her face, and her expression returned to the one of "Don't approach strangers." She glanced at Song Che's hand and said coldly, "I don't need to drink this kind of thing before it is delivered to me. "
"Maybe drinking it will have magical powers, maybe drinking it will turn you into a werewolf...hehehe..."
Song Che was smiling, but the woman had a straight face.
"Uh... isn't it funny?" Song Che was quite embarrassed, so he had to put the soup next to the woman, and then imitated the etiquette of the Jianghu people and asked, "I wonder what sect the heroine is from, what sect is she?"
The woman frowned and said nothing.
"That's wrong, that's wrong. Based on your costume, you should be from a mysterious killer organization in the world. You have received inhuman training since you were a child, so you have good martial arts. You must have something in your heart. This kind of hatred makes you avoid strangers and become ruthless. In fact, you are very weak at heart and are eager to make some friends." Song Che winked at the woman and asked with a smile: "Am I right?"
Surprisingly, the woman was not angry. She slowly looked away and looked deeply into the distance, her eyes filled with stories.
"Although Song is not a martial artist, he likes to be generous and make friends with heroes all over the world. If the heroine doesn't mind, how about we make friends?" Song Che asked again.
The woman said to herself that she was bored, got up and went into the house.
Song Che stopped her again, "Wait!" and said loudly: "To be honest, Song is not talented, but he has also practiced."
The woman became interested. She crossed her arms and raised her chin: "Take a look."
"Then look at it, this move is called 'Mantis Fist'!"
"Yongchun inch punch!"
"Snake-shaped trickster!"
"Bagua Tai Chi!"
"Baji elbows!"
“Crows fly!”
"Antelope kick!"
…
Song Che demonstrated more than a dozen moves in a row, and he fought vigorously and majesticly. Finally, he made a posture that made his Dantian so angry that he raised his eyebrows and asked, "How is it? You still look good, don't you?"
The woman rarely smiled, even if it was just a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, "The moves are not bad, they were created by experts, but when you play them out of your hands, it's the Three-Legged Cat Kung Fu."
These moves were indeed learned by Song Che from movies. Martial arts practitioners cherish each other. She could see through them at a glance. She was really an expert.
Song Che became more and more eager, and opened his eyes longingly: "I really want to learn some kung fu for self-defense. Can the heroine give me a martial arts secret book? Even half a broken book will do, even one and a half moves will be useful!"
The woman narrowed her eyes and looked at Song Che for a long time before saying, "You talk too much. You should go to the teahouse to tell stories, not for practicing martial arts." After that, she closed the door with a "snap".
Song Che was speechless for a moment, rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "Very unique, I like it very much..."
