Be a sick and weak noble son in Daqin

The old lady was sitting by the fire, and heard her son shouting from afar, she laughed and cursed, then went out with a cane, "You're the only one with the loudest voice."

Young Master Qian hurriedly rushed in, found the stove and stuffed two pieces of sweet potatoes in, and then helped their mother to sit down next to him, "Mother, today I met two Weiguo youths outside, this thing came from them It tastes good, I have already tasted it."

"Wei people?" The old lady's face changed slightly, and she looked at the stupid eldest son and threw her crutches at him, "Why are Wei people coming to Qin at this stall? Can't you grow snacks?"

"Mother, it's the state of Wei, not the state of Wei. You're wrong." Young Master Qian didn't dare to run away, so he could only hold his head and shout for grievances, "Although my son is not good at calculating, he is not a fool. I will be merciful."

As he grew up, he had never seen a spy who could freeze himself to death outside.

The old lady is in good health, it is not a problem to mount a horse and fight, and she will not be soft when she teaches her son. The young Duke Qin saw his elder brother being chased and beaten as soon as he entered the door. Son? What's the matter, big brother?"

Young Master Qian rolled on the ground, dragged the younger brother who was hiding out abruptly, and then yelled, "Qu Liang, you come to judge the elder brother, how can there be people who beat people indiscriminately?"

"Brother, did mother make sense for beating someone?" Qin Gong replied helplessly, he really didn't want to get involved in the war between these two people. His past experience told him that he couldn't help anyone at this time, and he could only end up in the end. It's not the fate of people inside and outside.

The old lady glared at her, put down her crutches and sat back on the bed, poked the black lumps in the stove with tongs and muttered, "What good thing is this?"

"Don't worry, just wait for a while." Young Master Qian said while rubbing the shoulder that was hit just now, and asked the maid waiting outside to bring a pottery pot, fill it with half a pot of water, put two sweet potatoes in it, and throw it in the shade , "It's okay, don't touch it, and see what it will look like in a few days."

Qin Gong looked at their elder brother wandering around the room in some bewilderment, "Mother, what's wrong with elder brother?"

"It is said that I met two young men from the Wei Kingdom outside, and got some good things from them." The old lady looked at the eldest son who made people feel at ease, retracted her eyes and pointed at the stove and said, "It's the same as Heitan. I don't know what a good thing it is."

Just as he was talking, a sweet smell came out domineeringly, Young Master Qian sat back with a big smile, and said what happened during the day in a few words, "This thing is eaten raw, cooked, roasted You can eat it, the child said that if it can be planted, even the leaves can be eaten."

The land in most parts of their Qin country is very barren, and they can't afford to grow delicate things. If this thing can really be grown, then they will make a lot of money.

Qin Gong frowned, took out the few pieces of raw sweet potatoes left in his cloth pocket, and imitated his elder brother, broke open and took a bite, "Sweet, sweet and crunchy is indeed delicious, elder brother, how is the production of this stuff? "

Young Master Qian paused, then touched his head in embarrassment, "I forgot to ask this."

The child's spirit is not good, and he can't remember to ask these questions. It's rare to remember those few words. At worst, he will ask again next time he goes to Zhuangzi.

Although I don't know what the yield is, but from what the child said, the yield of this thing should not be too low, even if it is low, it doesn't matter. The ravines and ditches don't take up fertile land, and instead of overgrown weeds, it doesn't get in the way.

They Qin people are easy to satisfy, and they are happy if they have a stutter.

After all, Zhao Quliang is the Duke of Qin, and what he considers is not as simple as that of Gongziqian. Qin is poor and weak, and businessmen from Shandong countries don't bother to come here, let alone a scholar, but listening to what the elder brother said, give him this thing The identity of a teenager is not simple, why did the children of the Wei family come to Qin?

Don't say that he ran away from home and got lost in the state of Qin. The elder brother was always careless when he was not fighting. He is not as easy to deceive as the elder brother.

The young Duke Qin's eyes dimmed, and he took note of the investigation of the identities of the two people, and then continued to study this food called sweet potato, a new thing that had never appeared in the Central Plains, even if it was discovered in the mountains of the Qinling Mountains , how can a guard know its habits?

Not long after his father passed away, the State of Wei was eyeing him covetously, and his State of Qin was about to be divided up by the six kingdoms of Shandong. At such a critical moment, he could not be taken lightly.

The fire was strong, and the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes came out quickly. Young Master Qian was not sure about the heat, fearing that it would all be charcoal, so he quickly took out the things with tongs, "Mother, believe me, there is no way that child is from another country. Spy."

"If you're not afraid of ten thousand, you're just in case. You two should figure it out on your own. Just don't let anyone take advantage of you." The old lady shook her head. Fortunately, the eldest son is careless, but the younger son can make people feel at ease, otherwise Qin Guo is afraid that he will not be able to endure the next suffering.

Young Master Qian squatted on the ground and peeled the roasted sweet potatoes excitedly, not knowing what their mother and brother were thinking, but couldn't wait to let them know how good the thing he found was.

There is joy in Liyang Palace, and the village outside the city is also quiet and leisurely, the sky is bright, the cock crows and the dogs bark endlessly, Xiao Jia cleaned up the yard early, and waited for the old doctor to bring the medicine and then went to prepare the decoction.

Wei Ji walked around outside and came back, put the things in his arms in the courtyard and called Xiao Jia over. He knew his body best, and the old doctor's prescriptions were quite standard, so it was better for him to come by himself.

There are many medicinal herbs in the mountains. He took a few steps outside and just found some medicines that he needs now. The Qinling mountains and rivers are generally the same as the later generations, but there are differences in the subtleties. If you are a first-timer, you may not be able to return if you go far.

This place is not high mountains and deep valleys, and the road is not difficult to walk. There are not many people in the village. In addition to tending the fields, they often go to the mountains to collect herbs and hunt. Just now when I went out, I met a few strong men. It's easy to get along with.

The soybeans in the basin were ready to use after soaking overnight. They were very lucky. There happened to be a small stone mill for grinding noodles in the yard. This thing was made by Lu Ban.

Only rich and noble families can eat so finely. Grinding noodles is too troublesome. At that time, wheat and rice are cooked several times. The grain output of Qin State is low, and the whole country has suffered bitterly. They are more used to noodles than bread. Or wheat rice.

I don't know how long this stone mill has been placed in the corner, and there is a lot of dust on it. Fortunately, it can be used after cleaning, "Xiao Jia, find another basin and grind the beans into a slurry."

"Young master, wait for a while, the medicine will be ready soon, drink the medicine first and then make these." Xiao Jia replied, the eldest son of heaven and earth drinks the most medicine, and the stone mill is dried before the water is dry, and the beans will be added later. The same goes for grinding.

"Okay, you go first." Wei Ji was not in a hurry, seeing that there was some brine in the kitchen, he took it out and put it next to the stone mill for some tofu.

The tofu made with brine is not as soft and tender as the one made with gypsum, but it also has a special flavor.

Xiao Jia came over with a medicine bowl, waited for the young master to finish drinking and then asked, "Sir, start grinding the beans now?"

Although I don't know what their son is going to do, but one thing is certain, this pot of beans is definitely not for horses.

Wei Ji frowned and swallowed the medicine, washed away the bitter taste in his mouth with water, then waved his hand to let Xiao Jia start working. This stone mill has been idle for too long, so it will definitely not be easy to use. He just tried it, and only After two rounds, I lost my strength.

However, Xiao Jia is different from him after all. The soybeans soaked overnight were put into the small hole of the stone mill, and the basin below was filled with soybean milk after a while. The strong young man didn't even sweat on his forehead. Just waiting for the next order from their young master.

Wei Ji squeezed his arm, then looked at Xiao Jia who looked relaxed, sighed quietly and asked him to boil the soy milk, people are more angry than others, he should just watch from the side obediently.

Xiaojia's movements are very neat, there is plenty of firewood in the kitchen, and the white soy milk is gurgling quickly, followed by a strong bean fragrance, the young man who provoked the fire couldn't help but swallow his saliva, " Young master, can I eat?"

"It's not ready yet, wait a little longer." Seeing that the child was still staring at the soy milk in the pot, Wei Ji couldn't help but shook his head, "You can pour it out and have a taste."

"Thank you, sir." Xiao Jia responded quickly, carefully scooped out a spoonful from the pot, and couldn't help taking a sip before the heat dissipated.

The fishy smell of beans dissipated a lot after being ground, much better than eating beans alone. The young man's eyes lit up, and he quickly filled another bowl and handed it over, "Lang Jun, here it is."

"Leave it alone, I can't eat it now." Wei Ji asked him to put the bowl aside, and put away the herbs picked outside this morning. Add water."

No water was added to the beans when they were ground, and they would definitely choke if they were cooked like this. This kid wants to eat anything fresh, and he might swallow his tongue later.

Xiaojia looked at the brine in the pot, and then at the steaming white soybean milk in the pot, and was reluctant to waste this pot of good stuff, "Young master, how do you add this?"

Wei Ji thought for a while, and found out the steps of making old tofu from deep in his memory, "Drip the brine into a spoon and stir it in the pot. After a while, change the spoon, until it can't be pushed, it's almost done. "

"Is it really okay to eat like this?" Xiaojia was a little unsure, rubbed his stomach and asked, "I used to have a stomachache if I ate too many beans, but now I add brine, won't I be poisoned after eating it?"

"Don't worry, you can be rescued even if you are poisoned." Wei Ji kicked the person up to the side, and took out the leftover bread and meat sauce they had eaten before, but it was a pity that there were not enough ingredients to make chili oil.

After cooking the brine in the pot, simmer for two quarters of an hour, and then it is no longer soy milk, but a solid bean-flavored bean, which is crumbling when poked with chopsticks, making the young man who has been working for a long time start to stare again Looking at their young master, "Sir, can I eat?"

"Okay." Wei Ji asked him to scoop out a bowl, put some meat sauce in it, found some green onion and sprinkled it in, and finally looked at the good-looking tofu nao and sighed, "Without spicy oil, there is no soul." .”

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