Be a sick and weak noble son in Daqin

Xiaojia's face was wrinkled, and he had a deep resentment for the bitter vegetable soup that he ate at noon. It's not that he has never eaten bitterness in his life, but the taste of that bowl of bitter vegetable soup is really unforgettable in his life.

Even he can't bear it, can the young master eat it?

Wei Ji was amused by the kid's funny appearance, and after sleeping for a long time, his stomach was empty, so he walked up to him and asked, "Is there any more of the bitter vegetable soup you mentioned?"

"Yes, there are a lot of bitter vegetables in the kitchen. The farmers nearby said that they are everywhere on the mountain. When they don't have enough food, they rely on this thing to save their lives." Xiao Jia sighed, went to the kitchen to bring the medicine and food, and then supported Yan continued, "I know Qin is poor, but I didn't expect them to be so poor. If Gongziqian's Zhuangzi is like this, other places will be even poorer."

He walked around the neighborhood in the afternoon. After all, he wanted to stay here for a winter, so he naturally had to establish good relations with the nearby people. The country is weak and poor, and Qin is definitely not a place to stay for a long time.

Wei Ji nodded. At this time, Qin's domestic and foreign troubles are gathering together. If he hadn't been forced to a desperate situation, he might not have the glory of going east.

Either starve to death or make a big change, which one to choose depends on the monarch, probably because of God's favor, Qin has a hero at this time, and sent him a great talent who can overturn the world, green mountains, pines and cypresses, eternal fragrance.

Of course, these are all things to say later. Back to the present, the barley, rice and bitter vegetables produced in this poor place... are really not very tasty.

The grains of wheat rice are hard and the taste is not good. It is okay to eat steamed rice, but the weak stomach of wheat grains can’t stand it. “Xiaojia, is there anything else in the kitchen?”

A serious illness hurts his body, and his body has not recovered yet. If he doesn't take care of it, the winter will definitely be difficult. Besides, he is not a person who likes to wrong himself.

Xiao Jia frowned, "Except for the bitter vegetables and wheat rice, there are only a few beans left, but they are left to feed the horses, and there is nothing else."

Zhuangzi is also living a tight life, and it is rare to be able to collect these things. He also feels sorry for the young master's suffering here, but now he can't defend the country, and he can't change other things even if he is extremely capable.

"That's it for today. You go and soak the bean in water. It will be useful tomorrow." Wei Ji has a good attitude, as long as he eats it properly, beans are also a good food.

Among the five grains, the status of beans has always been very embarrassing. The reason is not that the yield is low, but that people at this time do not know how to eat it.

"What are you soaking in that stuff for?" Xiao Jia was a little puzzled, but got up obediently, "The medicine is getting cold, you drink it first, I'll go right away."

Eating too much bean is not good for flatulence. In Weiguo, it is used to feed livestock. No one wants to eat it except when it is green and yellow. Do you have to soak it first when feeding horses?

Wei Ji watched him go out while muttering, put down the medicine bowl and began to organize the package. After so many days, he still doesn't know how many things are inside.

The land in Qin State is barren, and most of the dry land is in the north of Qinling Mountains, where millet and wheat are grown that don’t require much irrigation, and rice is only grown in the south of Qinling Mountains, but even so, the yields of millet, wheat and rice in Qin State are not high.

The irrigation conditions here are too poor. Before the construction of the Zhengguo Canal, the yield of millet and wheat near the Qinling Mountains could not be high. With the current conditions of Qin, the crops that can survive here must first be resistant to barrenness and cold, and then high yield should be considered.

The amount of things he carried was not much, but the variety was very complete. Young Master Qian directly took away most of the sweet potatoes, only a bag of breeding, and set aside some to eat. If you want to plant a large area, you have to wait for a few years. More will do.

The grain varieties of later generations have been improved many times. Compared with the grain varieties at this time, they have advantages in terms of disease resistance, drought resistance, cold resistance, and yield. However, it is still difficult to directly plant them. The land thousands of years later and the land at this time There can be no difference.

However, these old farmers have to study it. Qin State needs food, and Wei State will not think that it has too much food. Who doesn’t want good things?

Sweet potatoes are highly adaptable and suitable for any land. When they were first introduced, they played a role in famine relief. The situation in Qin State is not much different from the famine. It just depends on whether Gongziqian can discover the mystery in a short time.

There is a lot of space in the backpack, and it is very troublesome to pack it up. Wei Jigu's fruits, vegetables and condiments are kept separately. With these things alone, he can gain a foothold in Qin, at least this winter will be fine.

No one can resist the temptation of delicious food, especially the people who live in this land, whether it is Qin Chu or Qi Wei, the reaction in "Shan Hai Jing" is clear, but the first reaction of all Chinese children when they see something new is Yes: Can this stuff be eaten?

These things on him are not only edible, but also delicious. Maybe in time, he can train Xiaojia to become a generation of chefs.

"Young Master, what is this?" The future generation of chefs came back after soaking the beans, and they were very curious to see a few strange lumps on their hands, "Can I eat it?"

Wei Ji: The ancients never deceived me.

"It can be eaten, of course it can be eaten." Wei Ji asked him to bring something, and then went to the kitchen first, "This thing is called potatoes, and it is better than wheat rice."

"Is it as delicious as sweet potatoes?" Xiaojia's mood improved instantly, and she hugged the potatoes on the table and hurriedly followed, "Slow down, I'll do something, don't move around."

"It's okay, I'll just watch." Wei Ji stood still beside the wooden fence, looked out for a while and then turned around and said, "Add some water to the pot and boil, then wash the potatoes and put them in the water to cook them Just fine."

He doesn't have much strength, and he doesn't bother to do any complicated eating. Xiao Jia doesn't like bitter vegetables, and he refuses to eat the bread they brought. He must not be full now. After he has a place to live, he can't let this kid go hungry again .

"Just boil it in water?" Xiao Jia boiled the water and said while washing the potatoes, "Do you still have any sweet potatoes on your body? I didn't find any left when I packed the carriage, so I won't give them all to you. Bar?"

"There are still some. It's not good to eat too much sweet potato at one time, and I'll eat it tomorrow." Wei Ji rubbed his forehead, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to tell Young Master Qian not to eat too much sweet potato at one time, otherwise some indecent situations will easily appear.

Forget it, people from Qin are rough and crazy, so they shouldn't care about these details.

"Then let's eat it tomorrow. I don't really want to eat it that much." Xiaojia washed the soil on the potato skin and poured it into the pot after making sure that there was no dirt on it. I can't see clearly.

Xiao Jia quickly put the lid on the pot, turned around and ran out, he was a good guard, why did he start doing this job?

"My lord, how long will this cook?" The little guard, who was very unfamiliar with the kitchen, coughed twice in embarrassment, sweating all over in the winter.

"A quarter of an hour, it will be ready soon." Wei Ji smiled and handed over the handkerchief, feeling that he still has a long way to go to train a generation of chefs, "Xiaojia, do you know how to return to Weiguo?"

Xiao Jia looked at their young master with some strangeness, "Of course I know, young master forgot, I always remember the way when we go out."

Wei Ji rubbed his nose, pretending that he hadn't said anything just now, and then continued to ask, "Let you go back to Weiguo by yourself, do you dare to leave?"

"Of course you dare, but you definitely won't go if you leave. Master, let's get rid of this idea." Xiaojia looked at their weak and weak son, pretending to be old-fashioned, and said, "I told you not to take your clothes with you when you left." Xiaoyi, it's so good now, I can't even find a messenger."

When it comes to taking care of people, Xiao Yi is the one who is the best, but the young master thinks that he is in the way and refuses to be followed by others. They leave simply, and they don't know how the boy is crying.

"As for Xiaoyi's temperament, you dare to let him follow?" Wei Ji snorted, closed the wooden fence and then returned to stand under the eaves. Xiaoyi usually runs around, and everything he knows is known in the palace in a blink of an eye. Yes, Young Master Ji is so determined to run away from home, it's no wonder that he would leak the rumors.

Xiao Jia crossed her arms and thought about it. It seemed that this was the case. Sure enough, he was the son's most capable subordinate. "No matter what, Xiao Jia will never leave you here by yourself."

The young master is still ill. No matter how immortal he is, he is still a mortal body. He has never worked as a servant before, but he has practiced it these days. The young master is in need of someone to take care of him. How can he leave at this time?

"In this case, we can only send the letter back to Weiguo in a few days." Wei Ji sighed in a low voice, feeling that the time was almost up, he shook his head and asked Xiaojia to fish out the boiled potatoes.

He still doesn't trust Young Master Qian, so he is not at ease to send a letter directly into the Wei Palace with a Qin person. Since Xiao Jia refuses to leave, he can only postpone it for a few days.

Elder brother, elder brother, for the trouble caused by son Ji, don’t use me as an issue in the future. Thinking of Duke Wei who was far away in Diqiu, Wei Ji couldn’t help feeling a little toothache, but now there is really nothing he can do, so he just It can keep him on tenterhooks for a while longer.

Xiaojia didn't think too much about it, anyway, he was happy if he could eat and drink, and he put the boiled potatoes into a big bowl and asked, "Young master, do you want to eat this directly?"

"Silly boy, peel off the skin." Wei Ji couldn't help but knocked on his forehead, "It's hard to eat or sleep outside for such a long time, go to bed when you're full, and come out when you're full."

"Write it down, but I can't eat all of this." Xiaojia was a little unhappy, first peeled one and put it in front of their young master, then happily squatted at the door with the bowl in her arms.

"That's why you can't eat all of it?" Wei Ji looked at the Potato Dandan put in front of him dumbfounded, put it back in the bowl for him, then turned around and went back to the room to rest.

I just drank the medicine and I don't have any appetite, and I can't eat the delicacies of mountains and seas, so I'd better leave it to this kid to fill his stomach.

"My lord still loves me." Xiaojia grinned without any sign of evasion, and waited for someone to go back and lie down before leaning against the big tree in the courtyard with the bowl in his arms to watch the sunset.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and I don't know when it will snow. He hasn't seen what the snow in Qin State looks like. Is it the same as the snow in Wei State?

I just hope that this winter will go well and there will be no more troubles.

The golden wu is hanging down, and when it gets dark, the ground is completely dark. There are no lights in the village, and there is no other sound except for the barking of dogs.

In Liyang Palace, Young Master Qian got off his horse with a sweet potato in his hand, left his entourage and rushed into the room, "Mother! Mother! I've brought you something good!"

The author has something to say: Gong Ziqian: Look!nice one!