[Comprehensive] Survival of the Last Emperor

Zhao Gao asked my son why he knelt down and ate melon while weeping.Because my son loves this melon deeply!

Hu Hai wiped out a plate of melons, spread them on the ground, let Rou Ji rub her stomach, turned her head to look at Zhao Gao and said, "Where is the Marquis of Dongling?"

When eating melons just now, Hu Hai had already heard Zhao Gao talk about Dongling Hou. It turned out that the so-called Dongling refers to the Hanyu Qin Dongling where Qin Shihuang's parents, King Zhuangxiang and Zhao Ji, were buried.The Marquis of Dongling was conferred by Qin Shihuang himself, and he is the person who guards the tomb for this tomb.

I don't want to be too lazy to complain that the tomb guards can also be named marquis these days. Hu Hai thinks that Donglinghou... should be the two words of Dongling. I always feel that I have heard it somewhere.

Aventurine... Aventurine... Melon... Sweet... Isn't it Aventurine melon?The famous "Tongling melon" in later generations?

"Is the Marquis of Dongling's surname Shao?" Hu Hai jumped up from the ground, looked at Zhao Gao and asked.

What is the name of Marquis Dongling? Hu Hai doesn’t quite remember it anymore. He only knows that when he was traveling in Xianyang, when the tour guide brought them into the store for shopping, he took them to eat some “real Dongling melons from Shao’s family” in order to fool him. They spent money, and the tour guide also spent the boss's saliva, telling the story of Donglinhou.

The general idea is that after the fall of Qin Dynasty, the Marquis of Dongling was demoted to a commoner by Liu Bang. Because his family was too poor, he had to rely on selling watermelons... Now that I think about it, where did watermelons come from in the pre-Qin period?If you come out, tour guide, I promise not to hit you.

Because the melons of Dongling Hou's family are very sweet and delicious, they are very famous in Chang'an City, so people call the melons he grows "Dongling melons".

"Back to you, the surname of Dongling Hou is Shao, and the single name is Ping." When Zhao Gao said this, he glanced at Hu Hai cautiously, and said, "Dongling Hou has been waiting outside for a long time, but the young master is just resting. Therefore, the servant let him wait outside, wondering if the young master wants to see him?"

"See...Of course I want to see you." After Hu Hai finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and turned his head to look at Zhao Gao. Was he so obvious just now?Even without saying a word, Zhao Gao had guessed his own thoughts. As expected, he was very good at observing words and expressions, and grasping people's hearts.If he hadn't been prepared, he might have been coaxed by Zhao Gao.

Dongling Hou Shaoping is in his thirties this year. He grew up in a scholarly family since he was a child. He is barely a cultural person, but he is different from ordinary scholars. He does not like reading, but likes to think about farming and mulberry in the countryside. So I worshiped a farmer as a teacher to learn about the farmer's knowledge, and it is quite interesting to cultivate and grow by myself every day.

But then for some reason, he was lucky enough to be proclaimed Marquis of Dongling by the great king. Although he was just a tomb keeper and had no real privileges, it was more suitable for him, with a little power and no lack of power. With a lot of money and time, he enjoys growing vegetables and melons every day, not to mention that the melons he grows have now become the royal property of the Qin royal family.

Shao Ping has been in a farming family since he was a child, and has been studying diligently for more than [-] years. He is no less knowledgeable than others, but today...

"What kind of fertilizer do you use? Do you know how to graft? What do you use for plowing? Do you have a plow? Do you have a waterwheel? Do you have a grain lifter and a threshing machine? Why can't your shells be removed cleanly? Can I grow rice in Guanzhong? I have never liked to eat steamed buns! And the millet rice, I almost can’t count the amount of millet I eat! Also, I heard that you are also planting my grapes, How is the planting going now?" A series of questions shot over like a bunch of flying arrows, almost knocking Shaoping into a daze.

Don't ask other questions first, what is the relationship between eating millet and not being able to count?

Shao Ping stared at Hu Hai with staring eyes. This kid who called himself "my son" was probably the eighteenth son who was most loved by the king in the legend?It really is very very very... lively.

"My lord, you are asking so many questions in one breath, how do you ask Marquis Dongling to answer?" Zhao Gao looked at Shaoping's bewildered look by Hu Hai, and felt sympathetic for a moment, and stepped forward to make a rescue.

Hu Hai took a look at Shaoping and realized that he might have really frightened him, but he really didn’t blame himself. Any citizen of the foodie empire who was tortured by the barren food in the pre-Qin period would do the same when he saw hope. .

"Marquis Dongling, please sit down for a while." Hu Hai walked to the upper seat and sat down, pointing to the lower left seat.

"Thank you, son." Shao Ping obediently sat down on the seat pointed by Hu Hai after the ceremony.

"I heard that the Marquis of Dongling once worshiped the great sage of the farm family as his teacher. Hu Hai has been very curious about the affairs of the farm recently, and I hope that the Marquis of Dongling will not hesitate to enlighten him." Hu Hai raised his hand and said in a salute.

"Ping will know everything and say everything." Shao Ping returned the gift and said.

In those days, this kind of question-and-answer dialogue between monarch and minister was popular.Although Hu Hai is not a king at this time, just an ordinary son, but this conversation between him and Shao Ping has affected the history of the foodie empire for hundreds or even thousands of years in the future.To use a sentence that was often used in Internet novels in the past to describe it-the wheel of history is rolling, rolling, rolling...and it is regarded as fake.

That's right!Because of the age of the child Ying Huhai at this time, when people of later generations read this passage in "Historical Records: The Second Century", they will generally say that "Sima Qian, who is shameless, made up a fantasy joke in order to flatter the emperor. , A four-year-old child still understands this? He doesn’t even know where the rice comes from, right?” Or he might say, “Tsk tsk tsk! Zulong Mengmeng I, how could there be such a son? Qin II is still Su You is used to flattering himself! I know that it is very stressful for you to be the son of Qin Shihuang, and it is very stressful to usurp the positions of your seventeen brothers, but you don’t have to... Tsk tsk tsk! In order to praise yourself as a child prodigy, you even Forcing historians to revise history books, and revising them so exaggeratedly, I’m not afraid to blow the bullshit to the sky” or something like that.

No matter how people in later generations discussed it, the two people present were still very satisfied with the result of the dialogue between the monarch and his ministers.

Although this result directly caused His Majesty Qin Shihuang to be a little lonely and cold recently.

"Why are you here, Zhao Gao?" Ying Zheng closed the last memorial in the morning, looked at Zhao Gao who was coming up with a plate, and asked with an unhappy face: "Where is the widow's little leather jacket? Last night he Didn't you say that today you will present new dishes to the widow?"

"Young master is busy with school work these days, so the special servants will deliver this dish of boiled cabbage." Zhao Gao put the pottery bowl on the plate in front of Ying Zheng, knelt on the ground and said.

"Busy, busy! I know I'm busy! I don't want to come to see you! I'm so busy, and I still go to see him every day! What boiled cabbage, it doesn't taste good when you hear the name." Ying Zheng muttered angrily.

As for his nagging, everyone including Zhao Gao lowered their eyebrows and looked down at him as if they were dead.

However, Ying Zheng didn't expect these people to answer him at first, so he lifted the lid of the pottery bowl while muttering, and prepared to slowly enjoy the food presented by his little leather jacket-although it sounded like bad food, But there is no way, who let himself be the child's father?I am probably the king who loves his son the most since the founding of the Qin Dynasty, right?

Yingzheng thought about it smugly, and looked up at Tao Wan.

There was only a bowl of clear water in the white pottery bowl, and a few white wild vegetables floating in the clear water—of course there was no cabbage these days. Wild vegetables that look a bit like cabbage are used to make do, but whether it is cabbage or not, anyway, this dish looks like a clear soup with no oily flowers.If another person serves this dish, Ying Zheng can immediately ask someone to fork him out and the car will crack.

But there is no way, who let himself be the father of a child, it has been agreed, no matter how unpalatable it is, it must be eaten up.

In desperation, Ying Zheng had no choice but to pick up the small spoon on the side, reluctantly scooped up some soup with the small spoon, and drank it into his mouth, ready to vomit, but only felt a very indescribable feeling The umami taste diffuses from the tip of the tongue, which is an unprecedented delicacy.

"Is this boiling water? Are you kidding me?" Ying Zheng asked Zhao Gao, who was not forgetting to turn his head to look at the side, while devouring it.

ah!King!Sure enough, you are becoming more and more like the eighteenth son, and you even learned the way the eighteenth son speaks!

Zhao Gao grumbled silently in his heart, and at the same time explained to Ying Zheng: "This dish of boiled cabbage is made from hen, duck, ham, scallops, elbow and other ingredients, and the soup should be rich in flavor. , as clear as boiling water, the finished dish looks like a few cabbage hearts soaked in clear water at first glance. It must be very light, fresh and elegant. It is really a famous dish that is not like a delicacy, but better than a delicacy."

Although Hu Hai is not very righteous to Zhao Gao, a teacher, Zhao Gao is still very good to Hu Hai. He often changes the law when there is nothing to do, and praises Hu Hai in front of Ying Zheng, "My son failed to make this dish good for the cook." At least a dozen times. Every time, in order not to waste food, I was forced to finish eating the bad ones. In fact, the slaves tasted, even those bad ones, they are already delicious in the world. But the young master always thinks it is not good, How can you casually offer something that is not perfect and bad to your father."

"That's right, Hu Hai is the most filial child." If his beard hadn't been shaved because of Hu Hai's words, Ying Zheng was so happy that his beard would stand up.

So, whether it is ancient or modern, for a creature like his father, if you praise his son, it will definitely make him happier than complimenting him.

"By the way, what are you doing today, young master? What new tricks have you been playing recently?" Ying Zheng asked casually after taking a sip of the soup.

"Hmm..." Zhao Gao looked at Ying Zheng who was enjoying the soup, wondering if the next sentence would make Ying Zheng completely lose his appetite for food.

Your Majesty, the servant girl said that your son is playing with shit recently, will it affect your mood when eating?

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It is said that the terracotta warriors and horses were originally accompanied by King Zhaoxiang to his mother, Queen Mother Xuan...the reason for the burial is...for fear that his father would beat his mother underground, so he accompanied some guards to protect his mother...

That's why I said in the last chapter that Qin Shihuang accompanied the Terracotta Warriors and Horses to prevent domestic violence... How historically...