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

Chapter 93 Why not eat minced meat without knowing it?

The old shaman led the young men and women of the tribe to exit the village, joined the women, children, old men and the weak of the tribe, and began to build a shelter.

Yes, they brought women, children, the elderly and the weak with them!

Because the envoys sent by the King of Panyu to collect tributes have recently visited the nearby inland tribes.

As for the village where Qin Mo is located, because it is close to the sea and far from the inland, he usually comes last...

In short, nearby tribes that are willing to take action come here to gather with offerings and supplies. If they only leave women, children, the elderly and the weak at home, they will definitely be slaughtered by the Panyu King's envoys as a warning to others!

Qin Mo's eyesight was very good and he could clearly see that although the tribe had more people than the people in the village, they were all skinny and skinny, but they were far less strong than the people in the village.

Especially some children with bare bottoms, big heads, distended bellies, and concave cheekbones and eyes.

The limbs are even skinnier, with loose skin covering clearly visible bones.

In addition, the weather in the south is dark for a long time, making it look like a replica of an African refugee child!

"This tribe is prosperous, but why is it so poor?"

Qin Mo resisted the depression that surged in his heart, called the witch chief on crutches closer, and asked.

The shaman chief seemed to sense that Qin Mo was in something wrong, and hurriedly explained with a wry smile: "All inland tribes are like this, with limited arable land and hunting grounds, and most of the output has to be used to worship the King of Panyu. It is not a good thing to have a prosperous population."

Qin Mo frowned and asked in confusion: "Why don't you move to the seaside? Like you, at least you can catch fish to feed yourself?"

The witch chief smiled bitterly again: "Yes, we have fish to feed ourselves, but our population will never be able to prosper, because a sea breeze can drastically reduce the number of our people..."

Qin Mo was speechless. This was why he didn't eat minced meat.

There are very few drought records in the pre-Qin period, almost a handful. However, the damage caused by water logging, on the other hand, has continued since ancient times when Yu and Shun controlled floods.

Flood disasters in China are usually closely related to the coastal monsoon climate.

So if you think about it in reverse, it is not difficult to imagine how exaggerated and frequent the monsoons were in the pre-Qin period.

Especially the typhoons along the southern coast cannot even be called monsoons.

It should be called ‘Moonwind’!

Or ‘the wind’!

This is also the biggest reason why Zhang Liang and others have been driving along the coast after going to sea. If they are unlucky enough to encounter a sea breeze, it can increase their chances of survival to a certain extent...

"Huh~!"

Qin Mo looked at the big-headed boys outside the village and vomited a long breath, feeling depressed: "I will kill those hairy Panyu boys to refine the oil and share it with the Yue!"

After that, he got up and got off the tiger-skin high chair, walked towards the supplies that the tribe had unloaded, picked up a leather bag of white rice in one hand and a bunch of smoked bacon in the other, and walked straight out of the village.

Lu Pheasant was very discerning and immediately called to Zhang Liang and others who were still posing, stepped forward to carry white rice and smoked bacon, and followed Qin Mo out of the village to cook for the tribe.

The witch chief was dumbfounded when he saw it. He wanted to stop him but didn't dare to.

Didn't we agree that we should pretend to be gods and ghosts?

How can you pretend to be a ghost when you go to express your condolences in person?

The character is completely ruined!

Lu Pheasant could understand his thoughts, but he just smiled and said: "Excuse me, elders, let all the young and strong men in the village live out of the village, and vacate the houses to accommodate the women, children, old and weak people who have arrived."

"In addition, cut all the linen in the offering into garments for everyone to wear, with priority given to children!"

The witch chief clasped his hands helplessly: "I will obey the order of the goddess."

…

Outside the stronghold, Qin Mo left ten swordsmen behind to help, while the rest, led by Zhang Liang, went to help the Yue people build straw huts.

The old witch chief and his clan members were all terrified.

But Qin Mo asked for the pottery pot they brought and started working without any nonsense explanation.

Since Zhang Liang and others had not yet learned the Yue language, they just cut down trees and built thatched huts without saying a word.

Gradually, the old shaman and his clan members stopped being frightened and joined in to help, doing what they could.

People in Yue know how to cultivate rice, but how to eat it is a big problem.

White rice not only has rice husk, but also a layer of bran skin under the rice husk. Normally, even the common people of the Qin Dynasty would cook and eat it with the bran skin, and the taste is extremely bad.

Qin Mo asked his swordsmen to retrieve several rocks with natural grooves, make simple treadmills, and start pounding rice and washing it on the spot.

He and Lu Pheasant used Jieshou knives to cut strips of smoked bacon into thick and even pieces, then steamed them together with the pounded and washed white rice.

Pots of bacon-stewed rice are placed on the campfire one after another, and the steaming process begins.

Qin Mo returned to the village, fetched dried seaweed, smoked fish and chives, and then used smoked bacon to roast a pot of meat oil. After soaking the dried seaweed, he added the meat oil and chives to the pot to cook a pot of meat.

Braised fish cubes with sea vegetables in a pot.

The only bad thing is that there are no seasonings. Apart from salt, only the dried chilies that were rescued from the raft when people abandoned the ship at sea a few days ago have been soaked in sea water.

But even so, when people in Yue smelled the aroma of bacon stewed rice and smelled the pots of spicy seafood cooked by Qin Mo, they were still so greedy that they forgot about what they were doing. They swallowed their saliva one by one and eagerly waited for the meal to start.

The big-headed boys who helped light the fire even fanned themselves as hard as they could, just to make the food cook faster!

Including the Yue people in the village, they also smelled the fragrance and came out of the village to have a look.

The village's cane-wielding shaman chief couldn't help but be completely dumbfounded when he saw that Qin Mo was cooking the meal himself.

On the one hand, he was surprised by Qin Mo's cooking skills, because these days, Qin Mo devoted himself to training everyone, and left all the meals to Lu Pheasant.

However, Lu Pheasant had only half-learned how to cook, and the food he cooked was only edible, far from it.

Therefore, he had no idea that Qin Mo had such hidden abilities!

On the other hand, Qin Mo cooked the food himself, and the character of the god was completely destroyed, and there was nothing he could do to restore it...

"Coward, don't make the fire too bright, or you'll burn the pot!"

While Qin Mo scolded the big-headed boys who were fanning the flames desperately, he sprinkled the leftover oil residue with salt and mixed it well, letting them eat it as snacks to satisfy their cravings.

The crispy and salty oil residue is naturally delicious, and the people around them are salivating with greed as they listen to the crunching sounds of the children.

It's so fluid that you can't even wipe it dry!

Fortunately, the food was almost ready. When the Yue people were drooling and wet their chests, Qin Mo finally asked the big-headed boys to get water to put out the bonfire and shouted: "Let's eat~!"

Hula la——

All the Yue people rushed to Qin Mo and took out the wooden bowls and pottery bowls that had been prepared long ago.

Qin Mo stared, and shouted with Chun Lei: "Who dares to crowd?!"

Hundreds of Yue people were frightened and finally woke up from the temptation of delicious food.

The few who rushed at the front, who were more and more youthful and strong, fell to the ground with a frightened sound, and begged the gods for forgiveness with trembling voices.

"Everyone get up!"

"If that person dares to crawl to me in the future, I will be whipped ten times!"

Qin Mo scolded him with a frown, and waited for a few Yue people to get up timidly. Then he calmed down and said, "Line up to receive the meal, with the children in front, the old and the weak next, and the young men and women at the back..."

The chief shaman of our village hurriedly clasped his hands to stop him and said: "The gods are so generous, and the children should be in front of me, but we old and weak cannot be in front of the young and strong."

The old witch chief also said: "The strong men will fight, and the strong women will also work. They should be fed first."

The rest of the old and weak also nodded in agreement and consciously retreated behind the young and strong.

This is the law of survival they believe in, and only in this way can the tribe continue from generation to generation!

Qin Mo looked at the young men and women and said: "They give you life, they raise you to grow, they teach you skills..."

"Now, they have given you the chance of survival."

"Remember this moment today. When you have the ability in the future, you must repay their kindness twice as much, otherwise you will not be worthy of being a human being and will be despised by the gods!"

The young Zhuyue people subconsciously wanted to prostrate themselves, but suddenly remembered Qin Mo's scolding just now, so they straightened their bodies and imitated the two witch chiefs, clasped their hands and worshiped: "I will obey the teachings of the gods!!!"

Qin Mo nodded and said nothing. He picked up a wooden spoon and filled a bowl with bacon stewed rice for the big-headed kid at the front of the queue.

Lu Pheasant called Wa Zi to the side, served the bacon stewed rice, and poured a large spoonful of spicy kelp braised fish cubes over it.

The kid held it carefully, walked aside and couldn't wait to eat, even if his face was wrinkled by heat, he wouldn't rest for a moment...

Zhang Liang and the other swordsmen smiled and understood very well. It was their first time to eat the boiled fish cooked by Qin Mo, and the appearance was not much better.

"Stop standing there and giggling. Come and help."

"Here!"

Everyone drank and took orders, and also took wooden spoons to eat.

In this way, the speed suddenly increased several times, and after a quarter of an hour, hundreds of Yue people were already eating hot meals.

The sound of chewing was all there was for a while!

The hundreds of Yue people who were eating braised bacon rice and fish stewed with sea vegetables looked at Qin Mo with even more awe.

Including the shaman chief of the village who had been slandering Qin Mo and ruining the image of a god he had finally established, he couldn't help but secretly grin while eating the food cooked by Qin Mo.

Even the true gods probably don't have such abilities.

The food is cooked so deliciously that it makes people want to eat it till they die!

"The gods... the witch chiefs... the Tieshan tribe who came to join us were overtaken by the Panyu King's envoy... and were fighting in the northwest of the village..."

Qin Mo was tasting a piece of bacon that seemed to be venison when a man suddenly appeared on the mountain road in front of the village, running and shouting to the diners.

Qin Mo had the best eyesight and ears. He had already seen clearly that it was Kun, the son of the shaman chief of the village, and heard his call clearly. He put down the bowl and chopsticks and ordered: "Gather!"

"Here!"

The swordsmen immediately threw away their bowls and chopsticks, picked up their shields and iron swords, and gathered into horizontal and vertical arrays.

The speed was so fast that hundreds of Yue people were shocked and confused!

Qin Mo frowned and said, "The Tieshan tribe who came to join us were overtaken by the Panyu King's envoy and were fighting in the northwest of the village."

"Young and strong man, quickly pick up the weapon and follow me to meet the Tieshan tribe!"

"Here!!!"

More than a hundred Yue people, young and strong, imitated Zhang Liang and others and responded in unison.

Then, he went about looking for his own weapons...

Qin Mo looked speechless, knowing that if they went together, they could only fight against the wind, so he stopped waiting for them and turned to the swordsmen and ordered: "Aim to the northwest, run - walk~!"

Wow——

Across, across, across——

The swordsmen raised their swords and shields to their waists and abdomens, and quickly ran up the mountain road with uniform steps to meet Kun who was coming in the opposite direction.

From beginning to end, it was fast but not chaotic, and sixty-six people were like one person!

Hundreds of Yue people looked at it dumbfounded again, especially those who were looking for their own weapons. They were even more ashamed of themselves.

Anyone who finds a weapon should rush to catch up with the team.

What I have to admit is that these Yue people are young and strong, and their combat power may not be as good as Zhang Liang and others, but their running speed on the mountain road with bare feet is comparable to that of a cheetah.

After some tea time, more than a hundred Yue people were young and strong, and they all followed the team!

At this time, Qin Mo and the swordsmen had just joined Kun...

"But you were injured?"

Qin Mo asked Kun, who was covered in blood.

Kun nodded and shook his head, but said anxiously: "I'm not seriously injured, and I can still lead the way for the gods."

"Lead the way over there."

Qin Mo nodded in agreement and asked as he ran: "How many people are there in the Tieshan tribe?"

Kun immediately replied: "It's almost the same as the Deer Clan."

The so-called deer tribe is a young and strong tribe of more than a hundred Yue people. Because there are deer in the tribe’s hunting grounds, they are called the deer tribe.

Kun's tribe was called the Pearl Tribe because they were good at collecting pearls.

Qin Mo asked again: "How many people are there on the enemy side?"

"Well……"

This question stopped Kun because he didn't know how to count. He scratched his head and ears for a long time before he had an idea. He pointed at the young and strong Bai Duoyue people and said, "It's less than them, but it's not much less."

It's probably a team of 100 people.

Qin Mo nodded: "What kind of equipment does the enemy have?"

Kun answered quickly this time: "They are all equipped with leather armor, rattan armor, and a small amount of iron armor."

"Weapons include spears, halberds and swords, all made of iron, and bows and arrows also have iron arrowheads."

The iron smelting technology of the Qin Dynasty was not only secretly learned by the barbarians outside the Great Wall, but also secretly learned by Baiyue.

Moreover, Baiyue already had the technology to smelt bronze, and even in terms of casting bronze weapons, it was not much behind Da Qin.

The sword of Yue King Goujian unearthed in later generations is the best proof.

Therefore, after Da Qin's iron smelting technology was secretly learned by Baiyue, who had a technical foundation, it was far more slippery than those outside the Great Wall, and weapons had transitioned from bronze to steel!

Qin Mo asked no more questions and everyone hurried on their way.

Kun and Bai Duoyue were young and strong, and walked faster on the mountain road. They were also eager to rescue the Tieshan tribe, and gradually ran ahead of the swordsmen.

Qin Mo didn't stop him. Instead, he gave an order and simply let them act as vanguard.

As a result, the speed of more than a hundred people rose to another level, completely leaving all the swordsmen behind.

As for Qin Mo, he was not left behind and even took the time to observe the surrounding terrain while running.

When passing a mountain pass, he used a big iron sword to cut off the bark of a big tree and carved a line of words on the trunk for Zhang Liang and the swordsmen behind to see.

…

Qin Mo and more than a hundred Yue youths finally heard the sound of fighting after running in the mountains for about a quarter of an hour.

After passing through a bamboo forest, the battlefield suddenly appeared before our eyes!

The Tieshan tribe formed a circle to defend themselves. Half of the young men had died in the battle, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted. The women, old and weak also picked up their weapons and fought against them.

Because they knew that even if they gave up resistance and surrender, the Panyu King’s envoy would not let them go!

"Kill! Kill them!"

"I will use their heads to intimidate the tribes who dare not surrender their offerings!"

The obese envoy of the King of Panyu, wearing an iron armor, sat on a bamboo sedan carried by eight strong slaves, roaring at the Panyu warriors who were surrounding the Tieshan tribe.

(End of chapter)