According to the vendors, Song Qian came five kilometers west of the city.

Sure enough, there is a splendid mansion here, and the plaque reads "Zichuan Mansion". Because there were patches of woods around her, Song Qian concluded that this was the place she was looking for.

At this time, she didn't know that there was a pair of eyes watching her in the dark.

After seeing her walk up the steps and prepare to knock on the door of the mansion, the secret guard hurriedly turned around and left, all the way back to Cheng's mansion.

Cheng Wenyu was absentmindedly reading poetry books, pacing anxiously in the study, as if he was waiting for something.

"Childe." Hearing the voice of the secret guard, Cheng Wenyu hurriedly closed the door of the study, and then saw the secret guard behind him appear.

He stepped forward and asked, "But what did you find?"

"Song Qian has found the residence of Master Zisangchuan." The dark guard told Cheng Wenyu what he saw, and the other party's expression immediately spread with joy.

Because during this time, he has also been looking for the whereabouts of Zi Sangchuan non-stop, and wants to get calligraphy and paintings from his hands. But he had no clue, and it happened that the secret guard sent to guard Song Qian's side reported that Song Qian was also looking for Zi Sangchuan, so he sent someone to follow her, and he really found a clue.

However, he had no clue for so long, and he was found so easily by Song Qian, and he couldn't help but admire Song Qian's methods.

Thinking about it, she alone will definitely not find Zi Sangchuan, and there must be someone who helps her secretly. However, the top priority is to meet Master Zi Sangchuan and get calligraphy and painting, as for this kind of thing, let's dig into it later.

Cheng Wenyu thought so, so he instructed his subordinates: "Now we can't be completely sure that it is the master's residence, so you can follow the investigation again, and if it is true, you will come back as soon as possible to tell me?"

"Yes! Please rest assured." After the secret guard responded, he turned around and left the room under Cheng Wenyu's gaze, and soon disappeared into the courtyard.

It's really gone without a trace.

Cheng Wenyu calmed down a little, after all, it is better to know a little clue than not to know anything, like a headless fly.

However, there was another question that came to his mind, that is, what Song Qian was looking for Zi Sangchuan to do for no reason.

Cheng Wenyu frowned slightly, and called another subordinate and said, "Go and find out what has happened to the shopkeeper Song of the dessert shop recently." He wanted to find out what kind of medicine was sold in Song Qian's gourd.

And before Song Qian knocked on the door, the door opened a crack, and then the little scholar's head poked out, and after looking around, he finally fell on Song Qian.

After a little look, he guessed the purpose of Song Qian's coming, and said bluntly, "This lady, please go back, my husband is not here."

Then close the door.

Song Qianyan hurriedly stopped and said, "This little gentleman, when will your husband come back?" I've got something to do with him, I don't know if you can be accommodating and tell me about it."

She had worked so hard to find this place, and she definitely couldn't easily end up failing, and she had to seize even the slightest hope.

The little scholar didn't expect Song Qian's strength to be so great, and he could only helplessly let go of the wooden door after pulling her, so that Song Qian couldn't stand firm for a while and stumbled.

Song Qian thought that he had changed his mind, and just wanted to say something with a smile, when he saw the little scholar blocking the door tightly.

"I'm not going to hide it, I've seen a lot of people like you. Everyone came to say that they had something to do with my husband, but all of them came for calligraphy and painting, and I am afraid that you all know the thoughts."

There is not much sincerity at all, it is nothing more than to use his name to resell the calligraphy and paintings that are coming, so that he can make a lot of money, and waste Zi Sangchuan's hard work in vain.

This time Song Qian came rashly, so the little scholar also felt that Song Qian came because of this, and felt that she was too superficial, no different from those people, since he didn't want her to come in to see Zi Sangchuan.

Song Qian, who heard these words, was stunned at first, but quickly calmed down. I think I can understand the little scholar's thoughts, after all, people with impure hearts take their own hard work everywhere, and no one can accept it

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But this time she made up her mind to come, and if she couldn't see Master Zi Kuwagawa and bring back calligraphy and paintings, she would have been waiting here.

Wait until he is willing to see himself.

"Thank you, little gentleman."

This kind of thing can't embarrass the little scholar, so Song Qian turned around and went down the steps.

The little scholar looked at her departing back, thinking that she was retreating, but she didn't expect that she would sit under the stone lion, and it seemed that she would have to wait here for a long time.

"Hey, why are you sitting here? Didn't I tell you everything? If your husband isn't here today, you may not be able to see him even if you wait here until dark, so let's get out of here quickly." The little scholar came in surprise and wanted to drive Song Qian away.

Song Qian didn't mean to get up, shook his head at the little scholar and said, "It's okay if I wait here, you can go back and leave me alone." Don't worry, I'm not going to be noisy and noisy here."

Seeing her with such tendons, the little scholar had no way to persuade more, so he could only shake his head and sigh and go back to the house.

In fact, he didn't know if Zi Sangchuan would come back today, after all, this old gentleman had a strange temper, he couldn't see anyone on weekdays, he didn't know where he went, and he rarely found him in the first place. Therefore, it is not nonsense to tell Song Qian that he probably won't be able to see Zi Sangchuan today.

It still depends on Song Qian and his fate.

Song Qian, who was outside, felt bored after sitting for a while, so after seeing the birds falling around, he thought about taking out the small bread in the food box and breaking it and feeding it to them.

The birds everywhere were still vigilant, and they didn't dare to step forward easily, until they found that Song Qian was not malicious, and then they jumped and pecked.

Song Qian didn't say anything about this, and quickly fed the bread in his hand. Thinking that the rest was going to be given to Zisangchuan, she didn't dare to take it out again, so she could only shake her head at the birds.

Perhaps knowing what she meant, the birds flew away after a moment's pause, weaving through the trees.

Song Qian got up and began to walk around, enjoying the beautiful scenery.

There is a large bamboo forest here, because it was a little bleak at that time, but it did not affect Song Qian's idea.

She can use these bamboos to make bamboo tubes, barbecue, and running water.

There was an open space here, not far from the town's market, where she could buy something and eat while she waited.

Thinking so, Song Qian did not put it on hold and immediately took action.

Song Qian planned to go back to the town to buy some meat and vegetables, and then bring a machete to chop bamboo.

The little scholar was a little curious inside Song Qian was still not there at this time, so he curiously pushed open the door and came outside, but he didn't see the figure under the stone lion, and the little scholar was not surprised.

I felt that Song Qian must have been impatient to wait and leave, and the people before him were like this, so he was not surprised.

However, he soon saw the food box that had been left behind.

"Why don't you take it away?" The little scholar muttered, preparing to take the food box in first, and then return it to her when Song Qianxun came back, so as not to cause anything to happen outside.

Not wanting to wait for him to pick up the food box as soon as he picked it up, Song Qian came back with the things he bought from the woods not far away, and beckoned to the little scholar: "Please wait a minute, it's mine."

Seeing the meat and vegetables in her basket, the little scholar was puzzled, but he didn't ask much but returned the food box, and said, "You'd better go quickly, don't be here anymore."

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about me." Song Qian smiled at the little scholar, and then walked to the bamboo forest not far away with his things.

Why is this person so strange? The little scholar couldn't help but think so.

But as long as she doesn't make a lot of noise in the mansion like those before her, what she does has nothing to do with him.

When he turned around and was about to go back, there was a sudden sound of a heavy object falling in the bamboo forest behind him, and the little scholar was startled and hurriedly turned around to look, only to find that Song Qian was holding a machete and studying how to split the fallen big bamboo.

What are you doing? I haven't had time to say this sentence yet

, Song Qian found him and took the lead in explaining, "Can I use the bamboo in this bamboo forest?" But it seems a little late. So Song Qian was a little weak-hearted, and he felt that he was too abrupt.

The little scholar recovered from the shock and shook his head awkwardly: "This is a wild bamboo forest, not ours, you are free." Sure enough, it was a strange person, and the little scholar was afraid that Song Qian, who was holding a machete, would do something, so he hurriedly returned to the mansion after saying this sentence and closed the door tightly.

Song Qian, who got this answer, breathed a sigh of relief and continued to busy himself. She first divided the bamboo into the right size, trimmed it to the shape she needed, cleaned it and began to set up a fire to prepare the barbecue.

Hearing the sizzling sound of the meat slices, the fragrance suddenly floated out, and some of the meat aroma was mixed with the fragrance of bamboo, which made people salivate.

Song Qian hurriedly adjusted the dipping sauce and couldn't wait to start using chopsticks.

The picnic here really has a special flavor, even if you can't get calligraphy and painting to be able to do this here, it's not in vain.

Thinking so, at this time, Song Qian's attention was on her bamboo tube barbecue, as for the running water, she still waited for her to be completely idle, and then made it with energy and fresh bamboo.

After all, the barbecue right now is enough to satisfy her.

A figure shuttled through the trees, and the old man who was walking stopped and smelled the rich aroma, and his eyes suddenly spread with joy, and he followed the fragrance to find it.

Pushing aside the covered grass, the scene of Song Qian's barbecue came into view.

The old man was a little surprised and strange that she would be in such a place, but soon his attention was drawn away by the barbecue.

He had never seen this way of eating, and he felt novel, so he couldn't help but walk out and came to Song Qian.

Song Qian, who heard the movement, raised his eyes and saw an old man in coarse linen clothes coming, and thought that he was a passer-by who was chopping wood, so he hurriedly got up.

"This lady, can you ask what you're eating?"

Song Qian put down the chopsticks, although he felt that the old man's sudden inquiry was a little strange, but he still patiently replied: "This is bamboo tube barbecue, it is very delicious, do you want to taste it?" After all, it's all here.

This was exactly what the old man wanted, so he took the chopsticks.

"Then I'll be respectful and obedient, thank you to this lady." With that, he picked up a slice of roasted and rolled meat and put it in his mouth.

The aroma of meat lingers between the lips and teeth, and although it is not seasoned, it is mixed with the fragrance of bamboo, and it has a unique deliciousness.

The old man nodded unsatisfied.

When Song Qian found out, he hurriedly handed over the dipping bowl: "You dip this and eat it, and it will taste different if you taste it again."

The old man did so and ate another slice, and this time he was even more amazed, and praised it without hesitation: "This way of eating the lady is very delicious, I don't know where I learned it?"

"I thought of it myself." She can't say that she learned it from modern times, she can only make it up and say that she created it herself.