The men who originally had thoughts of death were dumbfounded when they saw this strange scene, "What, what is going on?"
A man covered his chest with lingering fear and fell to the ground. He gasped and said in surprise: "The wild wolf was scared away by us? The wild wolf was scared away by us!"
"It's impossible, we haven't started fighting yet!"
"What's going on? It's impossible for anyone to come to save us in this barren mountain."
As soon as they finished speaking, they saw a magical white light shining behind the pine trees in front of them. Against the light, they could only see a blurry figure behind the white light.
The man's fiery red skirt was as gorgeous as burning flames, instantly dispelling the haze shrouding the mountains and forests.
"The gods have come to save us, brothers, the gods have come to save us."
A man tugged at the clothes of the person next to him, his legs softened, and he knelt down.
"It seems like it's not a god, it's that woman." A man muttered to himself.
The white light gradually approached, and Shen Qingqing's jet-black hair, snow-white face, and fiery red skirt appeared before everyone's eyes like a brightly colored opera excerpt.
That graceful figure and calm and calm demeanor make him look like a god.
A man couldn't control his excitement and stepped forward to ask, "Is it you? Did you help us drive away the wolves?"
Shen Qingqing did not answer. The flashlight swept across the people in front of him, and finally landed on a man lying in a pool of blood, frowning slightly.
After a moment, she turned her head and looked at the bearded man, "Quickly find something to bandage the wound on his arm. Stop the bleeding first. If it continues to flow, I'm afraid your life will be in danger."
The bearded man nodded and quickly stepped forward to help the injured man sit up. When it was his turn to bandage the wound, he was so nervous that his arms were shaking and he couldn't tear off the strip for a long time.
"Brother, can you do it?"
Shen Qingqing had no choice but to stride forward, hold down his arm, and tear off half of the sleeves of his clothes with a snap, "Hurry up and bandage him, stop the bleeding and take him to see a doctor as soon as possible. Don't wait any longer.
Once the wound worsens, his arm may not be saved."
The bearded man caught the cloth she threw over and nodded hurriedly, "I know, I'll take him to the hospital later."
The men next to them were stunned. Is this their leader who is as fierce as a tiger?
Why do you have to be as obedient as a cat?
Shen Qingqing stood aside and watched him clumsily bandage the wound. He held a flashlight and turned away. Before leaving, he left a sentence: "If you have nothing to do, go down the mountain as soon as possible. If the wolves come back to kill you, you will be in trouble."
A group of men followed her and kept asking: "Girl, did you really scare the wolves away? How did you scare them away? Can you teach us?"
Shen Qingqing looked back at them and said, "You can't learn the secret technique passed down from our ancestors."
The men sighed regretfully, but as expected, they were only envious.
After going down the mountain, the bearded man took the injured out on horseback to find a medical center, while the rest of the people were still stationed in place to guard the goods.
Shen Qingqing slaughtered the dying pheasant, took it to the stream, cleaned it, put it in an iron pot, added salt, dried chilies, Sichuan peppercorns and other seasonings brought from home and marinated it for a while.
Taking advantage of the break of marinating the meat, she washed the newly picked mushrooms and wild onions. While washing the vegetables, a man came over carrying a pheasant.
"Girl, this is the pheasant we caught. Let's try one for you."
Shen Qingqing shook her head, "No, I have something to eat."
"Just keep it, you won't be able to fill your stomach with those wild vegetables!"
Moreover, they eat meat and let their benefactors chew wild vegetables, which is hard on their conscience.
The man put the pheasant in front of her, turned around and ran quickly.
Shen Qingqing looked at the washed pheasant and laughed out loud.
These people are quite cute, so I saved them for nothing.
She fished out the washed wild vegetables and carried the pheasant back to the burning fire.
Meng Yuan was adding firewood to the fire when he saw her coming and moving to the side, "Is the meat marinated?"
"That's almost it."
Shen Qingqing put the things in his hands aside, stuffed two handfuls of mushrooms into the belly of the marinated chicken, tied the pheasant to a bamboo stick, and handed it to him.
"You help me roast it first, and just turn it occasionally to prevent it from burning. I'll take care of this pheasant."
Meng Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Where did you get the pheasant?"
"The group of people gave it to me. I will bake it and return it later. It's too much. I can't finish it by myself."
Thinking of the delicious food she cooked, Meng Yuan swallowed silently and looked at the sky sadly.
Every time I see him unable to eat, it’s so hard for him!
After the pheasant is roasted on the fire for a while, it begins to sizzle and release oil, and at the same time exudes an attractive fragrance.
The scent carried far away along the wind, making the men in the caravan salivate.
"Can you smell it? Why is this stuff so fragrant?"
"No, I have to go and see what she did. It doesn't matter if I can't eat it or smell it."
A man ran to the creek and watched for a while, then came back salivating, "It's roasted chicken, it's the smell of roasted chicken!"
The men looked at the pheasants and hares roasting black on the fire in front of them, and collectively fell into deep thought.
After the pheasant was roasted, Shen Qingqing couldn't wait to pull out a chicken leg and took a big bite.
The skin was roasted to a crisp by the fire, but the meat inside was very tender. The aroma of the charcoal fire mixed with the aroma of the chicken became stronger and stronger the more she chewed it. By the end of the meal, even the bones seemed to be smelling of aroma, so fragrant that she wanted to chew the bones and suck them dry.
The bone marrow fat inside.
The mushrooms in the belly of the roasted chicken are also completely cooked. When you peel it open, the hot steam with the aroma of meat and wild mushrooms hits your face, and the golden soup flows directly down the broken belly.
Shen Qingqing quickly grabbed a porcelain bowl and placed it underneath to catch the soup. Her hands were so hot from the roasted chicken that she couldn't bear to let go.
Meng Yuan was amused by her fussy look, and reached out to help her lift the hot roast chicken, reminding her: "Slow down, no one will grab it for you."
"You don't understand, this thing has to be eaten when it's hot to have soul."
Shen Qingqing used chopsticks to pull all the mushrooms into the bowl, holding the bowl and eating deliciously, "Well, this is the taste. You will understand after eating it once."
After eating the mushrooms, she gnawed on a chicken leg, and then she slowly carried another roast chicken to find the man who sent the pheasant.
The man held a burnt chicken wing in his hand and looked at her blankly, "Girl, what do you mean?"
"I have a pheasant over there. I can't finish it. I'll give this to you." Shen Qingqing handed the roasted chicken to him.
The roasted chicken was golden and shiny under the fire, and it was so tempting.
The man swallowed unconsciously and replied duplicitously: "No, no need, I have something to eat."
"Take it." Shen Qingqing pushed the thing directly into his hand, "There are still fungi in the chicken's belly and it's a bit hot. Remember to find something to put it on."
After saying that, she turned around and left with ease. Within two steps, there was a commotion behind her.
"Dashu, you can't eat alone. We caught this pheasant together."
"Quickly tear a piece off for me, it tastes so good to me!"
"Hey, don't grab it, don't grab it!"
"..."
Why are these people like hungry wolves?
Shen Qingqing smiled and shook her head. This chapter has been completed!