Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

"what."

"What's the matter?"

"Could it... be broken."

"It's over, what can we do!"

The craftsmen raised their hearts again, staring in panic at the still spinning stone mill.

"What are you doing stupidly?"

"Add wheat!"

"If you don't add wheat, the flour will fall from the sky?"

Chen Qing knew what was going on without looking, so he turned his head and cursed.

"Oh oh oh."

Everyone suddenly realized, and felt relaxed again.

Zhao Chong stared at the funnel hanging in the air in disbelief, "Chen Qing, you said that the sack of wheat just now has been ground?"

"You're not talking nonsense!"

"With such a big mill, what's the use of a bag of wheat?"

"Besides, when you use it for the first time, a lot of the pores inside will be filled in, and it will be fine after using it for a while."

Chen Qing was carrying a bag of flour, one small and one large, and he couldn't see his eyes with a smile.

Roujiamo should be on the stage of history, right?

Are the old Qin people who don’t eat Roujiamo still old Qin people?

He is definitely not authentic!

There are also mutton steamed buns, oil-splashed noodles, simmered noodles...

"Commander Zhao, let's eat Roujiamo at noon today!"

"I have to make you authentic."

Chen Qing couldn't stop laughing silly, and left with the flour.

"..."

Zhao Chong was not surprised by his strange words, and he was still staring at the funnel on the stone mill.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye just now, the sack of wheat had been ground.

If so, how much surface can it grind in a day?

Zhao Chong suddenly felt that there was a huge discrepancy between his estimate and the reality, which was so big that it completely exceeded his imagination!

"Bring all the food in the car over."

"In addition, go to the inner warehouse to collect another thousand catties of wheat."

Before Chen Qing had gone far, he turned around and shouted, "How can a thousand catties be enough! At least five thousand catties!"

Zhao Chong took a deep breath: "Just do as he said, and give five thousand catties!"

After his subordinates left, he suddenly slapped his head: "Oops, I forgot to report to His Majesty!"

Zhao Chong hurriedly ran towards the place where the horse was tied.

On a flat and wide road.

Thousands of elite soldiers in black clothes and armor guarded a luxurious carriage, and slowly moved towards Xianyang City.

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, the outside of Xianyang City has become so prosperous."

Fusu stood on the car, looking at the familiar scenery in the distance, feeling quite different.

"Your Highness, be careful."

The person in charge of the guard is Meng Gan, a close friend sent by Meng Tian.

When he saw so many people gathered on the roadside in the distance, he subconsciously became nervous.

"Cheer up and be careful!"

Although it is unlikely that anyone would dare to assassinate at the gate of Xianyang City, in order to prevent accidents, the huge team quickly shrank and firmly guarded the carriage in the center.

"Meng Gan, look quickly, what is that!"

"It...it's spinning!"

Fusu suddenly pointed to a spot by the river, and shouted in a dumbfounded voice.

"Ok?"

Meng Gan looked in the direction he pointed, and his eyes widened instantly.

"There are demons doing it!"

"Be careful, son!"

Meng Gan jumped up and rushed towards Fusu.

"what……"

Caught off guard, Fusu fell heavily on the car, with half of his body slumped over the side of the car.

"Go and destroy that magic weapon!"

Meng Gan pressed on Fusu, turned around and shouted at the soldiers.

The army moved with a bang and moved quickly towards the waterwheel.

"Ok?"

Chen Qing, who was setting up stone slabs and preparing scones, raised his head when he heard the dull footsteps.

"Fuck..."

Chapter 22 Don't Look at Me, I'm a Roujiamo Seller

As mentioned earlier, the Great Qin Dynasty, from the first emperor to the traffickers and pawns, never considered that someone would attack Xianyang.

The great Qin army is so powerful that there is no one in the world who can do it.

They have always been the only ones who beat others, and whoever gets it will break ground on Tai Sui's head.

However, Chen Qing watched helplessly as a group of soldiers with swords and crossbows came rushing towards them with murderous aura.

Could it be that you met a colleague?

This was Chen Qing's subconscious reaction.

"General Meng's order is passed on, there are monsters with evil intentions."

"Destroy its magic weapon quickly, and anyone who dares to block it will be killed!"

An orderly held a shining long sword and ran past the grass shed.

Chen Qing murmured suspiciously: "How do demons do it?"

He took a look and saw that this group of brave and brave soldiers was heading in the right direction...

"Hey!"

Swish swish!

Just as Chen Qing wanted to explain something, the soldiers passing by here quickly turned around.

At least dozens of already wound crossbows were aimed at him.

"Everyone, calm down."

"I'm just a roujiamo maker."

"You are free."

Chen Qing pointed to the slate that had been roasted until it was smoking.

Nima!

When a scholar meets a soldier, it is unreasonable.

If he didn't die in the hands of Qin Shihuang, if he was shot into a hornet's nest by a few ordinary soldiers, would there be any reason?

A corps leader gave his colleague a wink, brought a deputy with him, and walked towards the thatched shed.

The army of thousands of people continued to rush towards the water mill.

Chen Qing sighed secretly.

Just destroy it, anyway, it's all your old Qin's stuff.

It's not me who pays, what I like.

"what is your job?"

The corporal looked Chen Qing up and down, and asked in a rough voice.

Officials are not like officials, and people are not like people.

There are many doubts about this person.

"I'm... selling Roujiamo."

Chen Qing simply broke the jar.

What can I do if I am so unlucky?

"The oil is almost dry, I'll spread the bread first."

He sighed, continued to sit on the wooden plinth, and repainted the hot stone slab.

In the basin next to it, there is the reconciled dough.

Chen Qing pinched a palm-sized piece, kneaded it into a ball and placed it on the stone slab, then flattened it with a shovel.

"This is... wheat flour?"

"Why are you so white?"

The corporal chief was obviously from a poor family, and he had never even seen white noodles.

The soldier next to him sniffed hard.

The smell of roasted lard, full of indescribable aroma, made his mouth water.

"After the wheat is crushed, the flour obtained by sifting out the bran is white."

"If you don't sieve the bran, its color will be yellow or black."

While explaining, Chen Qing looked in the direction of the waterwheel.

He can ignore it, but the Iron Eagle Swordsman of the Black Ice Terrace will not just sit idly by.

The people scattered in a rush, and the peasants and craftsmen hid under the river embankment and crawled, daring not to move.

Fifty iron eagle swordsmen had assembled into formation, holding crossbows in hand, forming a human wall to block in front of the waterwheel.

"Where are the soldiers and horses, dare to come to Xianyang to make trouble, don't you want to live?"

"Who will be your Patriarch, report your name!"

Zhao Chong's deputy saw something was wrong and scolded severely.

"We are the Northern Frontier Army under the command of General Meng, and we were ordered to send Young Master Fusu back to Xianyang to be enshrined."

"What is behind you?"

"But it's a monster's magic weapon?"

They compared it with the surrounding people through the waterwheel in the distance, and they already knew that this guy was very big.

But when I got closer, I realized that half of it was blocked by the stone platform!

Faced with such a huge monster, which is still spinning, this group of battle-tested warriors can't help but feel anxious.

"The magic weapon?"