Daqin Engineering Corps

"Master, use this."

"I will grind ink for you."

As he spoke, he took out a clam shell from the bundle and poured water and inkstone on it.

Shen Bing was not surprised that Fatty carried these with him, after all, he was in charge of counting in the artillery division.

The strange thing about Shen Bing is that he can take out a piece of sheepskin at will, and another piece of sheepskin at hand...

Bamboo slips should be more commonly used, but bamboo slips are much heavier than sheepskin and difficult to write.

Those who can afford sheepskin are not ordinary people. I think this fat man still has some family background.

Shen Bing didn't ask much, took the pen and began to draw on the sheepskin, saying while drawing:

"It's not wood this time."

"The upper and lower round stones are about the same size, shaped like a big drum."

"There are fine grooves engraved on the surface, a hole in the middle, and a wooden handle on the side..."

After finishing the painting, he handed it to Cang and asked:

"I made this picture and made it."

"Is there any difficulty?"

Cang looked at it and replied confidently:

"It's not difficult."

"It's just that this stone drum needs to find a defender."

"Brother, I happen to have a few old friends there, just ask them for two dollars."

The craftsmen of the defense division are mainly responsible for the production of defensive equipment, such as refusal carbine guns, rolling stones, shovels...

In fact, gunners also have stone materials, such as stone bombs.

It's just that the production of stone bullets is much rougher than that of the defense master stonemason.

It is said that the masons of the defense division sometimes also made stone lions, tombstones and the like, and the things painted by Shen Bing were not easy to grasp.

Sure enough, within half an hour, Cang and his men came back carrying two stone drums.

Then Cang took some time to add the grinding shaft and handle according to the drawing on the picture, and a delicate stone mill was placed in front of Shen Bing.

Cang held back until then and asked curiously:

"Brother, what is the use of this thing?"

Shen Bing didn't answer, just raised his head towards the fat man:

"Go get some millet."

Fatty Tun ran away in response, and returned with a bowl of rice in a short while.

It might not be easy for others to get the rice.

But Shen Bing is different, his daily supply standard is even a bucket of rice.

This supply usually cannot be used up, but it can be recorded as food, and it is naturally recorded in Shen Bing's account when it is taken at this time.

Then, it's time to witness the miracle.

Shen Bing slowly poured the glutinous rice into the hole of the mill, grinding while pouring.

With a dull grinding sound, the white powder slowly oozes from the grinding edge and falls on the linen cloth spread below.

Everyone exclaimed:

"What is this? It's so delicate?"

"Could it be that glutinous rice?"

"What is it if it's not boiled rice? It's just ground into powder."

"I also thought it was a stone drum. I didn't expect to be able to grind rice into powder so easily."

It was Fatty who reacted quickly, and he asked Shen Bing excitedly:

"Master, is this the flour you mentioned?"

"Grind rice into flour...but how do you eat it?"

Shen Bing smiled and said nothing.

If this millet is ground into flour, there will be many tricks.

Chapter 73 Sauce Noodles

There are still some coarse particles in the millet rolling for the first time.

But it doesn't matter, go back and grind for the second and third times.

Soon it will be as delicate as modern flour.

Then add water and knead the noodles, and add some salt to make the noodles firmer.

Let the noodles stand for a while to wake up, then cut into strips and shake gently, and finally throw it into the boiling water...the snow-white and lovely noodles are rolling happily in the water.

Wait patiently for a few minutes, and the noodles will be cooked in one pot.

Shen Bing fished the noodles into the wok (huò)...

The ancients even used simple cooking utensils, either a tripod or a wok.

A tripod has feet, but a wok has no feet.

The latter is more like a modern pot, obviously more suitable for marching.

Shen Bing added a little meat sauce to it, added a few vegetable leaves, and a pot of pressed sauce noodles was ready.

Looking at the people around, they were already drooling with anticipation.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and several people came in.

A middle-aged man with the appearance of a businessman looked at the noodles in the wok curiously and asked:

"What is this?"

Shen Bing couldn't wait any longer, he didn't ask who the businessman was, he just waved to him and said:

"Noodle."

"Come and see, there is a share."

"I'll serve you a bowl too."

As he spoke, he distributed bowl by bowl.

In modern times, Shen Bing likes to watch "Looking for the Qin Dynasty" very much, as do movies, but there is one point where it shows its flaws.

Chopsticks existed in the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and were very common in the Qin Dynasty, but in Xun Qin Ji, they still use their hands to eat.

The businessman was also given a bowl, and he stared at the unknown thing with his chopsticks in a daze for a while.

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It is said that Ying Zheng made some necessary preparations when he was in Xianyang and set off.

Sitting in the carriage, Ying Zheng was always frowning.

He was not worried about the Battle of Handan.

Ying Zheng knew that the fall of Handan was only a matter of time.

What's more, he brought [-] soldiers and horses with him on this trip... Even if there are other countries to rescue Handan, it will be useless.

What Yingzheng was worried about was that Xianyang was 1500 miles away from Handan, and soldiers and horses marched only 50 miles a day, so it would take at least a month to reach Handan.

Although Ying Zheng was impatient, he was helpless.

Because he knew there were many people out there who wanted his life.

This is already the case in Qin State, not to mention entering Zhao State.

Ying Zheng thought it would be later, anyway, Wang Jian did not attack Handan so quickly.

There is no difference between waiting on the road and waiting in Handan.

So my heart is calm.

However, after a few days of marching, one night, a fast horse suddenly delivered the letter to Ying Zheng:

"Our army has captured Handan."

"Zhao Wangqian and Zhao's civil and military officials all descended to Qin."

"General Wang Jian has taken him into the camp to wait for the king to send him down."

After Ying Zheng got the news, he immediately jumped up from the bed:

"What? King Zhao surrendered?"

"There are also civil and military officials..."

Speaking of Ying Zheng, he laughed heartily and said hello several times in succession.

Then thinking about it, Ying Zheng was unhappy again.

If Handan has fallen and the King of Zhao has fallen, the [-] soldiers and horses will lose the meaning of reinforcements.

So Ying Zheng immediately ordered:

"Let Li Si lead his troops back to Xianyang."

"Leave three thousand soldiers and horses to escort."

After thinking about it, Ying Zheng was still not satisfied.

Because most of the Qin army was infantry, even if there were only three thousand soldiers and horses following them, the marching speed was still fifty miles a day.

But Yingzheng couldn't wait any longer, especially when the big revenge was about to be avenged, he only wished he didn't have wings to fly to Handan to kill the enemy.

So he said to Zhao Gao:

"You go and choose fifty elite riders."

"I'm going to go to Handan in casual clothes."

Zhao Gao couldn't help being surprised when he heard this: "Your Majesty..."

Ying Zheng glared angrily, Zhao Gao quickly swallowed back the rest of his words, and he reluctantly responded and went to make arrangements.

Ying Zheng's idea is simple.

Even if there are thousands of people out there who want to take his life, they only know that Ying Zheng is still marching with the troops.

Who would have thought that he would rush to Handan disguised as a businessman?

So it is safer to do so, and at the same time, it can quickly rush to Handan.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

Ying Zheng's idea is indeed good.

They disguised themselves as horse dealers, changed horses and went straight to Handan without stopping.

Even Ying Zheng bumped around in the carriage without stopping.

After arriving in Handan, they did not dare to make a premature announcement.

After all, this group of people is only fifty riders. Once the situation in Handan is not stabilized and the remnants of Zhao Jun find out, it will be a big deal.

So everyone walked forward in a low-key manner, inquiring all the way to find the camp, showing the pass to the gatekeepers and entering the camp smoothly.

It was only then that Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to inform Wang Jian to come to welcome him, he smelled a scent from the house next to him, and there was a faint greedy admiration.

Ying Zheng pushed the door open out of curiosity and went in, only to see a group of soldiers surrounding the food in the wok to make a move.

"What is this?" Ying Zheng asked.

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