Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

"I saw rats stealing food in the kitchen!"

"I ran into the bamboo forest chasing the mouse."

what?

Rat?!

There are still rats in this mountain? ?

Qi Pan asked, "How is it? Did you catch it?"

Twelve shook his head, "No."

He looked at Eleven beside him, then looked at Qi Pan and asked.

"What are you doing here?"

Qi Pan said, "Oh, I'll come with him to cut two bamboos."

Oh, cutting bamboo.

Twelve said, "Then I will go with you. I am strong and can carry the bamboo for you."

Qi Pan looked at the man in front of him, his sturdy physique and muscular arms.

Nodding, "Okay."

When they reached the bamboo forest, Eleven held an axe and asked, "Guest, which bamboo do you want to chop? Do you have any requests?"

Qi Pan said casually while looking at the large area of ​​bamboo in front of him.

"When making bamboo chairs, the bamboo is very important. You must choose old bamboo that is still straight and bright even though it is yellowish."

"This kind of bamboo is of the best quality. The chairs made from it are not only beautiful but also tough and durable."

She pointed and said, "Just those few. Cut them off."

"okay!"

Eleven strode forward with an axe in hand.

"Bah, pah!"

He spat on his hands twice, grabbed the axe with both hands, and chopped hard at the bottom of the bamboo!

"Crack!"

"boom!"

A bamboo fell down with a sound.

Twelve stepped forward, dragged out the fallen bamboo and put it aside.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

"Crack!"

"boom!"

........

After a while, Eleven had chopped down five or six bamboos.

He put the axe behind his waist, dragged a bamboo with one hand, and walked towards the inn.

The twelfth one picked up the remaining bamboos and carried them on his shoulders.

He turned back to look at Qi Pan and said, "Guest, you go in front and I will drag the bamboo behind."

"There's a lot of smoke and dust behind."

"it is good."

Qi Pan nodded and then walked quickly to the front.

She originally wanted to help, but she didn't expect that she couldn't help at all.

After placing all the bamboos on the open space in front of the inn, Eleven Twelve looked at Qi Pan and asked.

"Guest, what should we do next?"

Qi Pan said, "First, clean the bamboo branches and thorns on the bamboo joints, then measure the size and saw the bamboo into the appropriate length."

"Come on! Get busy first!"

"okay!"

Eleven Twelve responded and immediately started to work.

...........

Xianyang Palace.

Ying Zheng sat behind the imperial desk and turned his head to give instructions to Zhao Gao beside him.

"Zhao Gao."

Zhao Gao hurried forward and said, "I'm here."

"Go to the weaving department and order them to make two sets of robes according to this size."

"Hurry up, I want it tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he handed over a piece of cloth.

Qi Pan’s height and body shape are written on it.

"promise."

Zhao Gao hurriedly took the cloth with both hands, walked out of the hall quickly, and trotted into the weaving department.

When the female official of the Weaving Department saw Zhao Gao coming in, she hurried forward to pay her respects.

"Greetings, Lord Zhao. I don't know if Lord Zhao has come here, but what instructions does Your Majesty have?"

Zhao Gao took out the cloth given by Ying Zheng from his sleeve and handed it to the female official.

"Your Majesty has ordered the weaving department to make two sets of robes according to this size."

"It will be needed tomorrow morning, so you better hurry up."

what? !

Tomorrow morning?!

Yi Qingqiu, a female official of the Weaving Department, asked in surprise, "Why is it so urgent? Do you need it tomorrow?"

Making a robe involves a variety of complicated processes.

Under normal circumstances, it takes at least ten days and at most half a month.

This...it takes more than ten hours to complete?

Or two robes?!

Zhao Gao said, "This is the order of His Majesty, and we are just following orders."

"Okay, I've brought the message, and I've given you the size. The rest is up to you."

"I still have to go back and report to His Majesty."

After saying that, he stuffed the cloth in his hand into Yi Qingqiu's hand, turned around and prepared to leave.

But Yi Qingqiu grabbed his sleeve!

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, wait!"

Yi Qingqiu took out a sachet from his sleeve and stuffed it into Zhao Gao's hand.

"Master Zhao, this is just a small token of my appreciation. Please have some tea."

Zhao Gao glanced at Yi Qingqiu, squeezed the sachet in his hand, then opened it and looked inside.

When he saw the golden color inside, he smiled and put the sachet into his sleeve.

"You're welcome. Since it's just a small token of your appreciation, we'll accept it."

Yi Qingqiu let go of Zhao Gao's sleeve and asked.

"Lord Zhao, who is this robe made for? What does Your Majesty want?"

Zhao Gao said, "This is not something you should ask. Just follow your majesty's instructions."

"But... our family can give you some advice."

Yi Qingqiu quickly moved closer and listened to what Zhao Gao said.

"Your Majesty values ​​this man very much. He is a young man in his twenties, rather thin."

"You can make this robe as you like. Okay, I still have to go back to report to the emperor, so I won't say more to you."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

Yi Qingqiu stood there, his pair of thin willow-leaf eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

Your Majesty values ​​this person very much?

Or is he a thin young man in his twenties?

She carefully recalled the ages and figures of the masters in the palace and shook her head secretly.

It seems that none of your Majesty's sons have the right candidate.

Could it be that this man is the son of a court official?

That’s not right either.

If he was a young master from another family, why would Your Majesty need to make clothes for him?

Unable to figure it out, Yi Qingqiu turned around and greeted the busy palace servants.

"Put aside what you are doing!"

"Your Majesty has ordered that two sets of robes be made urgently! They must be made by noon tomorrow!"

"Everyone in the Weaving Department must focus on this matter first! Quick, quick, quick! Get moving!"

After saying that, Yi Qingqiu quickly took people to select fabrics and rush to make robes!

Xianyang Palace.

Zhao Gao walked quickly into the hall and bowed respectfully to Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty, I have already given the order. The weaving department is working quickly to make the robes."

"I think we will be able to make the young man's robes tomorrow morning."

"Ah."

Ying Zheng nodded lightly, and Zhao Gao lowered his head and walked to stand beside Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng looked at Wang Jian who was standing below and asked.

"Wang Qing, how are the banknotes I asked you to check?"

Wang Jian bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I cannot yet determine what material it is made of."

"However... I and the craftsmen have discovered that this banknote can actually emit colorful light."

what?

Colorful lights?

Ying Zheng reached into his sleeve in confusion and took out a stack of red banknotes.

After placing them on the desk in front of him, he picked up one of them and looked at it closely.

He had not looked closely before, but now he discovered that in addition to the bright red color, there were indeed several places that were emitting light.

Gently shake it and the banknotes will actually sparkle and emit bright colors!

Ying Zheng exclaimed.