Da Qin: Old Zhao, I am really not a fairy

Zhao Sheng immediately ordered to Lao Chen, "Let's eat hot pot today!"

Old Wang showed surprise, "What is hot pot!"

Zhao Sheng just grinned lightly, pretending to be mysterious, "Old Wang, you just need to know that this hot pot tastes like a fairy, and the emperor will be envious after seeing it!"

Old Zhao was also taken aback. It tasted like a fairy, could it be something that a fairy eats?

The old Wang was naturally heroic, he laughed and said, "You boy, don't lie to me, I really want to see what the emperor is so greedy for!"

Old Zhao on the side glared at Old Wang, making the emperor jealous. Isn't that what Brother Zheng is talking about?

Zhao Sheng also grinned, "Old Wang, you won't even be able to pull up the pants you'll eat later!"

After a while, Lao Chen came up with a big iron pot and various side dishes that had been cut in advance!

This is the mandarin duck pot that is more popular in later generations, a spicy pot with a layer of red oil, and a clear soup pot with a layer of white soup.

Zhao Sheng has always liked spicy food, but considering that Lao Wan wants to lose weight, he gave the whole mandarin duck pot and asked Lao Zhao to eat clear soup pot.

Originally, if Lao Zhao wanted to lose weight, he couldn't even eat this hot pot, but Lao Zhao had to try it too!

Can't favor one another than another!

And the appearance of this mandarin duck pot has already made Lao Wang and Lao Zhao stunned.

Most of the Qin Dynasty used tripods for cooking, while most farmers without tripods used clay pots.

Note in particular that the Qin Dynasty did not have iron pots, but in the Spring and Autumn Period, there was already iron.

It was the first time Lao Wang and Lao Zhao saw this hot pot. After looking at it for a long time, Lao Wang asked curiously, "How do you eat this?"

"Pick up your favorite side dishes, cook them and dip them in the sauce!"

"Old Zhao, you don't like spicy food or oil, you can only use this clear soup pot." Zhao Sheng reminded.

Lao Wang looked at these lettuces, and for a moment he didn't know what to do with them.

I had no choice but to learn from Zhao Sheng, holding the dishes to be eaten with chopsticks, and then placing them in the pot, and eating them when they are cooked.

"It tastes really good!" After tasting it, Lao Wang's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise.

There was no oil in the Qin Dynasty, and most of the food was boiled. Compared with the deliciousness of hot pot, it can be said that it is a world of difference.

"Come on, old Wang, try this dipping sauce again, the taste is unchangeable by gods."

This dipping sauce is Zhao Sheng's special hot sauce, which has added some dried chilies, which is not comparable to Daqin's ordinary dipping sauce.

Lao Wang was also moved when he looked at the bright red dipping sauce.

Zhao Sheng has a lot of good things here.

Where did Lao Wang taste the delicacy of chili? After tasting it, he wished he could drink all the hot pot soup at the bottom of the red oil pot.

"Boy, what's in this dipping sauce?"

"This is chili, and it is a match made in heaven with this hot pot!"

After Lao Wang tasted the delicacy of chili, he couldn't stop the chopsticks in his hand. The so-called hotter the more refreshing, the more refreshing the more he wants to eat.

On the other hand, Lao Zhao on the other side looked at the light dipping sauce on his side, and showed jealousy at Lao Wang's hot sauce.

If the emperor saw it, he would be envious!

Just when Lao Zhao wanted to pick up dishes cooked in red oil, Zhao Sheng interrupted him with a chopstick.

"Old Zhao, you can't eat this, you have to lose weight!" Zhao Sheng said in a deep voice.

Chapter Seven

Old Zhao's brows were also slightly frowned. When did he fall into such a field, someone even took care of his food.

Lao Wang, who saw this scene on the side, was also happy. In this world, Zhao Sheng is not the only one who dares not let Brother Zheng eat.

Lao Zhao, who was unhappy, also glared at Lao Wang, and Lao Wang calmed down, and continued to bury his head and start eating.

When Lao Zhao picked up a piece of dish and put it in his mouth, he found that it was quite soft and sweet.

Old Zhao, who had never tasted such ingredients, couldn't help being moved.

Lao Zhao immediately asked Zhao Sheng, "What is this?"

What Lao Zhao just ate was the potato chips that are more common in hot pot.

But peppers and potatoes are not what can appear in this era of Daqin.

The reason is that when Zhao Sheng traveled to Daqin, the common cheat system in the novel never appeared, but there were only some sweet potatoes and pepper seeds on his body.

God was kind to him. In Daqin, with these ingredients, he could be considered to have no worries about food and clothing.

"This is potatoes!" Zhao Sheng said casually.

"Potatoes?" Pharaoh had never heard the word "potatoes", and he couldn't help showing confusion.

On the contrary, the dignified old Zhao asked another question, "How about the yield per mu of this thing?"

"This potato is my big treasure!" Zhao Sheng also deliberately sold it off.

"A mu yields a thousand catties!"

Old Zhao was also stunned, and did not realize at all what Zhao Sheng said about the yield per mu.

Yield per mu is something that Lao Zhao can't even think about.

If there were crops with a yield of one thousand catties per mu, the Xiongnu and Baiyue would have done it long ago.

Most of the crops in Daqin can only achieve two hundred catties per mu, and two hundred catties is considered to be the best.

Old Wang on the side put down the chopsticks in his hand, pinched Zhao Sheng's shoulder, stared straight at Zhao Sheng with his eyes like torches, "Say it again?"

Lao Wang, who has been fighting south and north, also deeply understands the importance of food and grass.

If Daqin had this mu of potatoes with a yield of a thousand catties in the early years.

Lao Wang led the army to fight for decades. If the food and grass could keep up on the battlefield in time, no Qin people would starve to death on the battlefield, and when troubled times came, there would not be so many people who starved to death.

Zhao Sheng also felt the huge force coming from his shoulders, and it could be seen that Lao Wang had moved his true temperament.

"The yield per mu is about two thousand catties!" Zhao Sheng made a rough calculation, and then said.