Daqin: The poorest prime minister, the first emperor begged me for corruption

Chapter 16 Fortunately, I still feel pity for you, it turns out that the clown is actually me!

Ying Zheng stood on the chariot, wiped the sweat and dust from his face with both hands, and said straight to the point: "I ordered the passes along the way, and the counties and counties will supply military supplies. Are you ready?"

"It's ready." Li Xin replied with a bow without hesitation.

"good!"

Ying Zheng nodded with satisfaction and looked at Qin Mo, who was riding a horse next to him.

Qin Mo waved his hand back: "Zhang Sima, hand over the grain immediately."

"Here."

Zhang Cang, who had lost a lot of weight, got off his horse and walked towards Li Xin with his legs crossed.

Half an hour later, 30,000 knights left Xiaoguan and continued to rush to the border of Zhao without stopping.

"My dear, why don't you rest in the pass overnight and march again tomorrow?"

Ying Zheng asked Qin Mo while chewing on the dry pot helmet.

He has really never suffered such a crime. If he were not young and strong, he might not be able to bear it long ago.

Qin Mo rode his horse and said, "If you can travel half a day longer, don't waste time. After all, the most important thing when cavalry attacks is to be fast."

"Furthermore, Your Majesty must have seen General Li Xin's surprise just now. That is why I advocated a quick march."

"General Li Xin didn't expect it, and the Xiongnu will definitely be caught off guard even more!"

Ying Zheng gritted his teeth and nodded, continuing to chew on the pot helmet on the chariot.

That look is really scary!

Qin Mo couldn't bear to see it, and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, stop chewing on the pot helmets. When we camp at night, I will ask the Huotou Army to make mutton steamed buns."

"Is it more delicious than this pot helmet?"

Ying Zheng suddenly became energetic and Danfeng's eyes lit up.

Is Guokui delicious?

For Qin Mo, it is just an ordinary staple food.

But for Ying Zheng and the 30,000 knights who went to war, pot helmets were undoubtedly a unique delicacy.

The Qin army's previous military rations were not actually pot helmets. Rice and corn were more popular than wheat.

First of all, Guanzhong at this time had a humid climate, fertile land, abundant rainfall, and many rivers. The Land of Abundance originally referred to Guanzhong, and it was far from being over-developed in later generations.

In short, it is very suitable for growing rice!

Secondly, in the pre-Qin era, stone mills had not actually appeared yet, or they may have existed, but they were not really popular.

Therefore, most of the wheat is steamed and cooked into wheat rice, which really doesn’t taste good!

During this expedition to the Xiongnu, Qin Mo asked the Shaofu Superintendent to build a stone mill, search for wheat in Guanzhong, grind it into flour for the army, and let the soldiers carry it on horses.

I plan to make it into pot helmets or fried noodles before heading out to the border areas to extend the shelf life!

As for what Ying Zheng ate, it was trial-produced by Qin Mo and Huotou Army before the expedition.

…

In the evening, 30,000 knights camped with their backs against the Jinghe River. Before nightfall, a simple camp was completed.

The Huotou Army has also cooked mutton steamed buns for the entire army!

Fusu personally brought an iron basin and presented it to Laozi Yingzheng.

“Where does so much mutton come from?”

When Ying Zheng saw that the soldiers in the camp were feasting, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

Qin Mo took the initiative to explain: "It's the old general Li Xin from Xiaoguan. He insisted on offering it to your majesty. It's all freshly slaughtered mutton. Your majesty can eat it with confidence."

As he said that, Tu's face darkened and he said: "His Majesty once issued a clear instruction to provide the army with necessary military supplies and not to be extravagant or extravagant."

"But Old General Li Xin still went his own way and offered thousands of mutton fans, which is really worthy of punishment!"

The corners of Ying Zheng's mouth twitched and he didn't know what to say.

Everyone else picks up the bowl to eat and then puts it down to curse, but you are doing well. Before you even pick up the bowl, you start cursing.

If you can, don't ask for these muttons when you're in Xiaoguan!

"Hmm, delicious."

Ying Zheng didn't want to offend Li Xin's loyalty to the emperor, so he ignored the punishment and began to focus on the delicious food in front of him.

The mutton steamed buns cooked according to later generations' methods are a classic and delicious.

Ying Zheng ate so much juice that his beard was sticky. As he ate, he praised: "Who can prepare such delicious food? Compared with this, the chefs in the palace should chop it into pieces and throw it to the dogs!"

This way of praising others is very ancestral.

But Fusu seemed to understand Lao Tzu's feelings very well, and nodded and said: "Of course, the food prepared by the dignified royal chef is not as good as that of the Huotou Army, so he should throw it away to feed the dogs."

"Firehead Army?"

Ying Zheng raised his head from the iron rice bowl with doubt on his face.

Fusu nodded: "It is indeed the Huotou Army, but they have the guidance of the general."

Ying Zheng looked at Qin Mo, who was immersed in eating, and asked curiously: "Is Aiqing good at cooking?"

Qin Mo responded vaguely: "I understand a little bit."

"The general is humble again..."

Fusu was surprised and immediately said with excitement: "Father, I don't know something, but the general's cooking skills are truly amazing."

"What's more, it turns decay into magic. I cooked a pot of overnight rice worth a thousand dollars. It's called egg fried rice. When I tasted it for the first time, I almost chewed it with my tongue!"

Ying Zheng was stunned when he heard the word "three nights of dinner."

When I first went to the hut where Qin Mo lived, wasn't it exactly when I saw a bowl of overnight rice that I felt pity and got angry?

Ying Zheng was stunned for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Which one is better or worse than the egg fried rice compared to this soup?"

Fusu replied without hesitation: "Egg fried rice is better!"

He has lived so long and has drank countless mutton soups. Although it is not as delicious as the one in front of him, he has still tasted it.

But he had only eaten the fried rice with eggs cooked in an iron pot once in his life, so he was naturally amazed!

Ying Zheng's face twitched. At this moment, he already understood why Qin Mo's face was full of regret when he smashed the bowl of overnight rice.

People really care about food.

Fortunately, I felt pity for him, and it turned out that the clown was actually me!

"What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

Qin Mo noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, finally raised his head from the rice bowl and asked.

Ying Zheng had a straight face and solemnly said: "I... want to eat egg fried rice!"

Qin Mo was speechless and couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry: "When I have dinner for the night later, I will cook it and ask your majesty to taste it."

Ying Zheng: "I want to eat scrambled eggs!"

Qin Mo: "..."

You leave this old monk alone to recite sutras.

This foodie is probably not a fake ancestral dragon.

…

After the Qin Dynasty annihilated the Six Kingdoms, it redefined the scope of Beidi County and Shang County. The two counties included most of the old land of Zhao.

Among them, Shangjun faced the Xiongnu directly, and after leaving the Great Wall, you could drive directly to Hetao.

The border garrison led by Meng Tian was stationed on the line of Zhao Changcheng in Shangjun. However, there is a saying that if you defend for a long time, you will lose. The long border line cannot be defended.

When the Huns invaded Zhao territory, the border guards had little effect and could only chase the marauding Huns cavalry and eat ashes.

However, as 30,000 knights rushed to Shangjun non-stop, the good days of the Huns cavalry were coming to an end!

"Report... Your Majesty, General, the forward sentries are riding ten miles ahead and have discovered more than a thousand Huns cavalry."

A horse came galloping towards me. Before it got close, the knight on the horse was already shouting.

Ying Zheng's sluggish spirit was suddenly shaken, and a fierce light shot out from Danfeng's eyes: "Qin Qing, go and kill him, I don't want to live!"

The two chapters have been updated together, and I will give you a monthly recommendation ticket or something on the hour!

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