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

Chapter 3 Your Majesty, now Prime Minister Qin is alone again!

While Wang Jian and his son were enjoying their cups of tea, the aroma of food also wafted from the kitchen.

After leaning a little, Qin Mo came out with an iron pot and bamboo chopsticks.

"This junior put the only piece of bacon in the family into the pot. Don't dislike it, two old generals."

The iron pot was placed on the table, the lid was lifted, and a spicy aroma suddenly filled the air.

"Gudu!" The father and son swallowed at the same time.

I looked into the pot and saw that it was potatoes stewed with bacon!

The reason why Qin Mo traveled through time in the first place was because he got separated from his family on a wild trip and was carrying a lot of food on his back at the right time.

Over the years, the ingredients he brought have been successfully cultivated, and during the period of conquering the Six Kingdoms, he conquered and promoted cultivation in one place.

It is not unusual to find various high-yield staple grains in the eight-treasure porridge, as well as vegetables such as potatoes, cabbage, eggplants, and peppers.

What’s strange is the cooking method!

"Your Majesty just dropped the only pottery bowl I have."

"The two old generals will settle down and use these three-flat and four-out-of-round dishes to eat."

Qin Mo took out three sets of porcelain bowls and plates from the case, and gave one set to each of the father and son.

These porcelain bowls and plates came from the same kiln as the teacups. Due to their relatively larger size and greater difficulty in firing, they are rougher than the teacups.

It’s really three flat and four out of round, and it can’t be put on the table!

But even so, the father and son took it carefully, for fear of him breaking it.

Qin Mo couldn't help but smile.

"You two old generals don't have to be like this. These dishes are all defective and not precious. If they are dropped, they will be dropped."

The father and son asked in astonishment: "Defective product? Is there anything better?"

Qin Mo nodded: "The next kiln is about to be fired. I think we can get some. If the two old generals like it, I can send a few sets to my house."

"Then thank you, Prime Minister Qin."

Wang Ben bowed his hands and accepted it happily.

Wang Jian, who was more shameless than his son, pointed at the teacup and said, "It's best to give some of this cup of Immortal Tea as a gift."

"Tea, of course."

Qin Mo took out a rough porcelain jar from the case and said cheerfully: "But today, we only drink wine!"

With that said, he opened the seal and filled the teacups for the father and son.

The strong aroma of wine instantly overpowers the aroma of stewed meat.

Wang Jian's eyes flashed when he saw this, but he joked: "Xiang Qin, alcohol is used to disinfect soldiers' wounds. Your Majesty's decree strictly prohibits drinking it. You are breaking the law."

"My father often drinks secretly, so don't tease Prime Minister Qin."

Wang Ben was an honest man and exposed his father's background immediately.

"Besides, this alcohol was developed by Prime Minister Qin. No matter how strict your majesty's laws are, he can't control Prime Minister Qin."

Qin Mo laughed loudly when he heard this: "Alcohol is harmful to health if you drink it. Your Majesty issued a decree to ban alcohol. In fact, it was for the sake of the officers and soldiers in the army."

"However, this junior's altar is not alcohol, but real wine. The two old generals can drink it with confidence."

Warriors are rugged and there is no one who doesn't like wine.

When the father and son heard this, they immediately took a cup and tasted it.

The Erdao Guotou that has been stored in the cellar is less dry and mellow than alcohol.

After the father and son drank one glass, their eyes couldn't help but shine, and they praised: "Fine wine!"

“Don’t forget the delicious food.”

Qin Mo took the lead in picking up a piece of bacon that had been stewed until it was crispy, stuffed it into his mouth and started eating.

The father and son were no longer polite and couldn't wait to taste the stewed meat. It was so fragrant and spicy that people couldn't stop eating it!

The two great Qin Chehou ate with great pleasure, eating wine and meat, and sighed with emotion as they ate and drank.

"It seems that although Prime Minister Qin is frugal, he does not treat himself harshly."

"Compared with what Xiang Qin eats, what our father and son eat on a daily basis can be called a waste of water!"

…

Two days later, the palace of the King of Qin came to the imperial garden.

Ying Zheng, wearing black casual clothes, watched his eldest son Fusu dance the sword, and commented: "It's flashy, but it lacks spirit after all."

"If you and Qin Mo fight each other, you may be dead in the blink of an eye!"

Fusu sheathed his sword and smiled bitterly: "Father, you are joking. Prime Minister Qin is the number one warrior in China. How can I compare with you?"

"You are self-aware. In the future, when Qin Mo goes on a conquest, you may be able to go with him and experience it. You will definitely benefit a lot."

Ying Zheng ordered, Fusu quickly clasped his hands and said yes.

The father and son chatted for a while, and Ying Zheng suddenly looked at Zhao Gao, who was standing beside him, and asked: "Qin Mo hasn't come to court in the past two days, but has he moved out of that hut?"

"Prime Minister Qin hasn't moved out yet."

"Not moved?"

Ying Zheng suddenly frowned.

Zhao Gao was frightened and hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty does not know that the 100-acre mansion given to Prime Minister Qin by Li Tingwei was used by Prime Minister Qin to build a new school."

"The horses, chariots, silks and other property donated by the ministers were also sold by Qin Xiang to hire a wife."

"Now, Prime Minister Qin is alone again!"

Ying Zheng was dumbfounded, "Failed again... again?"

"If this continues, giving him a treasury won't be enough to defeat him!"

Fusu disagreed and defended Qin Mo: "Father, Prime Minister Qin is devoted to the country. Father should praise him. How can he say he has been defeated?"

"How do you know, you coward?"

"Since the days of Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, which noble family have you seen living in a hut and eating overnight meals?"

"Da Qin is still shameless?"

Ying Zheng scolded his son angrily, and then asked Zhao Gao: "Where are Wang Jian and Wang Ben? How did I tell them that I couldn't even handle some small things properly!"

He was really angry and called the two Chehous by their names.

"The two old generals went to the hut three times a day to persuade him. However, Prime Minister Qin is also a resolute person and cannot be easily persuaded by others."

Zhao Gao explained helplessly.

Ying Zheng snorted coldly: "If you can't be persuaded, don't you know how to use tricks?"

"Two veterans who are very resourceful on the battlefield can't deal with a junior, what a shame!"

Zhao Gao: "..."

Fusu: "..."

That is the prime minister of our Great Qin Empire, not an old minister of the Six Kingdoms. Is it necessary to be like this?

…

That night, the Wang family father and son, who had been eating and drinking at Qin Mo's house for two consecutive days, finally realized their conscience.

The father and son held a banquet in the mansion and invited Qin Mo to come to the banquet.

Qin Mo couldn't resist the warm invitation of the two seniors, so he had to go with gifts.

"New porcelain from the kiln."

“Newly roasted Yuqian mountain tea.”

"I hope these two old generals won't be too shabby!"

Qin Mo came on foot and presented the gift in his hand.

Wang Jian and Wang Ben looked at the plain porcelain that was comparable to jade and smelled the refreshing fragrance of tea, and couldn't help but feel so happy.

"Okay, okay, such a generous gift, how can you dislike being shabby? Hurry up and take a seat."

"Recently, there is a new dancer in the mansion. She is extremely beautiful, as graceful as a fairy, and is good at dancing with swords. Prime Minister Qin will definitely appreciate it!"

The two old men were not serious. They pinned Qin Mo down at the table and waved their hands to call the dancing girl to add to the fun.

Qin Mo was quite at ease, eating and drinking as he was told, looking at beauties as he was told, and when he saw the dancing queen's extraordinary swordsmanship, he didn't forget to applaud.

"Prime Minister Qin, is this woman's figure still worthy of the Dharma's eye?"

Wang Jian raised his eyebrows and said with ambiguity on his face.

He really looked like an old turtle man.

Qin Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and nodded: "Very good."

…

I've just come to Qidian, and I'm ready to stand alone. However, if anyone looks at it, I'd still like to recommend some tickets, monthly passes? Although I don't know what the use of these is...

(End of chapter)