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

A small town on the border of Daqin.

The night is getting dark.

A blurry figure killed a guard soldier and sneaked into the city.

Then continue to rush towards Xianyang.

The sky was gray and dawning.

A young woman walked out of the house carrying a basket.

Aunt Sun from next door saw it and shouted enthusiastically.

"Sister Dayan, why are you going out so early?"

Wang Dayan smiled shyly, "My brother Huzi was on duty last night. I was afraid he was hungry, so I brought him some breakfast."

Wang Dayan and Zhang Xiaohu got married a month ago and they have a very good relationship.

Aunt Sun was also an experienced person, and she said jokingly, "Go ahead, your brother Huzi must be waiting for you."

"After you deliver the meal, remember to come to my house. I'll teach you how to sew shoe soles!"

"Okay! Thank you, Auntie Sun!"

"Then I'll go first and be back soon!"

After Wang Dayan finished speaking, she carried her small basket and walked away briskly.

There was still a hint of sweetness and longing on her face.

Brother Huzi always complains that the shoes he wears are not warm enough and his feet are always frozen when he is on duty at night.

After she learned how to sew shoe soles from Aunt Sun, she made him a new pair of shoes.

The remaining fabrics at home were thin and hard.

Fortunately, she had one foot of material left over for making new clothes when she got married.

I'll cut some off when I get home and put them in my shoes to make new shoes.

Brother Huzi is wearing what he is wearing on duty, so he should be warmer.

Thinking of this, Wang Dayan quickened his pace and walked towards the city gate through the quiet streets.

The smile on her face disappeared when she saw the lifeless body lying on the cold ground.

"Tiger...Brother Tiger?"

Wang Dayan widened his eyes, his steps stiffened, and he moved forward step by step in disbelief.

Zhang Xiaohu's body was carelessly thrown aside, with a deep knife wound on his neck that was so deep that the bone was visible.

Half of his neck was cut off.

The clothes on his upper body were soaked in blood, and there was a large pool of blood on the ground next to him.

At this time, the color of the blood stains was somewhat dry and black.

"Snapped!"

"Clang!"

The basket in Wang Dayan's hand fell to the ground.

The dishes and chopsticks in the basket fell out, and the soup and millet rice spilled all over the floor.

"Tiger... Brother Tiger?"

Wang Dayan's lips trembled and he staggered.

My knees hit the ground.

She supported herself on the ground with her hands and crawled to Zhang Xiaohu's body.

Looking at the man with his eyes closed and his lips blue and black.

Wang Dayan touched Zhang Xiaohu's face gently with trembling hands.

The voice choked with sobs: "Brother Hu... Brother Hu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me..."

"It's me, I'm Yan Zi..."

"You, you wake up... open your eyes and look at me... Brother Huzi..."

The man still didn't move, just lying there quietly.

Wang Dayan could no longer control herself and burst into tears!

"Brother Huzi!!"

"what!!!"

The voice was sad and the face was full of despair!

The crying also woke up the pedestrians on the nearby streets, and they all came over.

As soon as they saw someone dead, they ran to report to the police!

Xianyang.

Gao Jianli has already arrived in Xianyang.

Along the way, he had already figured out the King of Qin's preferences and whereabouts.

I know he has been in the Xianyang Palace recently.

However, he couldn't find a suitable way to enter the palace for the time being.

Having spent all his money, Gao Jianli found a job as a musician to settle down temporarily.

Then plan slowly.

Xianyang Palace.

"Your Majesty, General Wang ordered his subordinates to deliver this urgently."

The soldier took out a piece of cloth from his arms.

Ying Zheng ordered, "Zhao Gao, present it."

"promise."

Zhao Gao hurried over, took the cloth and presented it to Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slips in his hand, picked up the cloth, and opened it to take a look.

A look of joy on his face.

"it is good!"

He raised his eyes and looked at the soldiers below him.

There was also a wooden box next to the soldier.

Ying Zheng asked, "Is this the head of Prince Dan?"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

"it is good."

Ying Zheng did not ask him to bring up Prince Dan's head, but took a piece of cloth and wrote something with a pen.

Then he folded the cloth and handed it to Zhao Gao who was standing beside him.

"Take it down."

"promise."

Zhao Gao carefully handed the cloth in his hand to the soldier.

Ying Zheng said, "Go back and tell General Wang that I received the things he sent."

"promise."

The soldiers bowed their heads in response.

Then he left quickly.

The wooden box on the ground remained there.

Ying Zheng said, "Zhao Gao, get rid of that head."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhao Gao lowered his head and picked up the wooden box.

I was wailing in my heart!

Why is it me again?

Can't someone else handle this head?

Why do these people like to cut off heads and send them to Your Majesty? ?

Can't you give me something else?!

The young eunuch pushing the manure cart was stopped by Zhao Gao again.

After throwing him a wooden box, Zhao Gao turned and left.

unlucky!

He has to wash his hands quickly!

The young eunuch held the wooden box and smelled a familiar scent.

It's that smell again.

It's this kind of wooden box again.

There's another human head in there, right?

The young eunuch was already numb. He opened the box and poured the contents into the dung bucket.

"Pfft."

Prince Dan's head just fell into the dung bucket.

It was instantly submerged in a pile of yellow-green filth.

After carefully placing the wooden box in the corner of the cart, the young eunuch continued pushing the cart.

This box is of good quality and can be sold for some money.

A few days later.

Xianyang Palace.

Nineteen placed a sword with a blood groove in front of Ying Zheng.

"Your Majesty, this is the latest sword forged in the mine. Take a look."

"good."

Ying Zheng held the hilt of the sword and scanned the blade.

"Is it forged according to the forging method that you mentioned?"

"Yes."

Nineteen said, "The blood groove on this sword was also made according to the drawing given by the master."

Ying Zheng stood up and swung the sword in his hand casually!

"Shh!"

"Crack!"

The table broke in two.

Incredibly silky smooth.

Ying Zheng smiled and said, "Okay!"

"We also need to hurry up and make other weapons and equipment. How are the saddles, stirrups, and horseshoes going?"

"Your Majesty, we have successfully developed a batch of saddles and stirrups, and some war horses have also been shod with horseshoes."

Nineteen said, "Now saddles and stirrups have been equipped to a batch of war horses, and the effect is being tested."

"I think there will be results tomorrow."

Ying Zheng nodded, "Well, go ahead, and let Wang Ben keep an eye on it."

"promise!"

...........

mine.

"Ding!"

"clang!"

"Hoohoo!"

Wang Ben was leading a large group of tall men, hammering and forging swords.

As soon as he saw Nineteen coming back, he quickly called a man over.

He pressed the hammer into his hand and walked quickly towards Nineteen.

"How is it? Your Majesty, what do you think of the sword we forged?"