Daqin Engineers

There were some coarser particles in the first pass.

But it doesn't matter, go back to the second and third time.

Soon it was as delicate as modern flour.

Then add water to mix the noodles and add some salt to make the noodles more chewy.

Leave the noodles to wake up for a while, then cut them into strips and shake them finely, and finally throw them into the boiling water... The snow-white and lovely noodles are happily tumbling in the water.

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

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

The ancients even made cooking utensils as simple as possible, either a tripod or a wok.

The tripod has feet, but the wok has no feet.

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

Shen Bing added a bit of meat sauce and a few vegetable leaves to make a pot of squeezed noodles.

Looking at the people around, he was already looking forward to swallowing.

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

A middle-aged man looking like 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, but waved at him:

"noodles."

"Come on, you have a share."

"I will give you a bowl too."

After that, they divided it out one by one.

In modern times, Shen Bing likes to watch "Xun Qin Ji" very much, and so does the movie, but there is one thing it shows.

Chopsticks existed in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, and they were already very common in the Qin Dynasty.

The businessman also got a bowl, and he took his chopsticks and stared at what was nothing, and then froze for a while.

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In other words, Ying Zheng made some necessary preparations when he was in Xianyang and set off.

Sitting in the carriage, Ying Zheng always frowned.

He is not worried about the Battle of Handan.

Ying Zheng knew that Handan fell only sooner or later.

What's more, he brought fifty thousand soldiers and horses on this trip... Even if someone rescued him, it would be of no avail.

What Yingzheng worries about is that Xianyang is 1,500 miles away from Handan, while soldiers and horses march only 50 miles a day, so it will take less than one month to arrive at Handan.

Although Ying Zheng was impatient, he was helpless.

Because he knew that many people outside wanted his life.

This is the case in Qin, let alone enter Zhao.

Ying Zheng would have liked to be late, 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, a few days after the march, one night a swift horse suddenly delivered the letter to Ying Zheng:

"Our army has captured Handan."

"Zhao Wangqian and Zhao Guo'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."

Upon receiving the news, Ying Zheng jumped out of bed:

"What? King Zhao surrendered?"

"There are hundreds of civil and military officials..."

Talking about Yingzheng, he laughed and said a few good things.

Then I thought, Ying Zheng was unhappy again.

If Handan is already under the Zhao King, the 50,000 soldiers will lose the meaning of reinforcement.

So Ying Zheng immediately ordered:

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

"Remaining soldiers and horses for three thousand escorts."

Then I thought, Ying Zheng was still not satisfied.

Because the Qin army is mostly infantry, even if there are only three thousand soldiers and horses, the marching speed is still fifty miles a day.

And Ying Zheng couldn't wait any longer, especially when this great enmity was about to be repaid, he only hated flying to Handan without wings to kill his enemies.

So he said to Zhao Gao:

"You go and choose the fine ride fifty."

"I'm waiting to go to Handan first, dressed in casual clothes."

Zhao Gao couldn't help being surprised when he heard this: "The King..."

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

Ying Zheng's idea is very simple.

Even if there are tens of thousands of people outside who want to take his life, they will only advance with the troops.

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

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

Why not do two things with one stone?

The idea of ​​Ying Zheng is indeed good.

Disguised as horse dealers, they changed horses and went straight to Handan without stopping.

Even Ying Zheng was in the carriage without stopping.

After arriving in Handan, they did not dare to speak up too soon.

After all, they are no more than fifty horses. Once the situation in Handan is not stable and is discovered by the remnants of the Zhao army, it will be a big deal.

So the group walked low-key, inquired all the way to the camp, showed the pass to the gatekeeper and entered the barracks.

Just as Ying Zheng was relieved and wanted to ask Wang Jian to come out to greet him, a smell of fragrance floated from the house beside him, and there was a faint greedy admiration.

Ying Zheng was curious and pushed the door in, only to see a group of soldiers surrounding the food in the wok trying to do something.

"What is this?" Ying Zheng asked.

The first one does not explain more:

"Noodles."

"Come on, you have a share."

"I will give you a bowl too."

Said it really gave Ying Zhengsheng a bowl.

Ying Zheng looked at the thing called "noodles" in his hand in a daze.

This thing is long, thin, and white and round. As the king of a country, I have never seen it, let alone eaten it.

Look at the group of soldiers again, they have eaten into one slice.

At the same time, the mouth was vaguely exclaimed:

"Master, this noodle... is simply delicious on earth."

"Brother... Gao Ming. I only say that you can only improve the trebuchet, who ever thought..."

"Unbelievable... Even the delicacies of the mountains and the sea are not as good as it is, so delicious..."

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Zhao Gaozheng was about to step forward to reprimand but was stopped by Ying Zheng.

Ying Zheng also seemed unable to resist the temptation, he picked up the wooden bowl and chopsticks...

Zhao Gao wanted to stop but didn't dare, so he could only watch Ying Zheng picking up the noodle entrance.

Ying Zheng had some doubts at the beginning, but soon his eyes widened.

Then, just like other people, they gorged themselves in disregard of their appearance, so that Zhao Gao swallowed.

You must know that the food in the Qin Dynasty can be said to be too small.

Vegetables are just five dishes plus one kind of melon. Meat is either eaten raw or grilled or boiled in a pot.

The popular idiom is the first two methods.

There is almost no flavored food except sauce.

So this squeezed noodle from modern methods is naturally very popular.

A bowl of noodles quickly ate upright, and Ying Zheng's eyes immediately focused on the little remnants left in the wok.

He didn't realize that there were a few fine riders in disguise beside him until Zhao Gao said "huh".

It's a bit too much to eat a lot of food but grab the leftovers as the king of a country.

Ying Zheng wiped his mouth and asked:

"I wonder who made this noodle?"

The fat man replied cheerfully:

"You must have never thought of it."

"It's made by my master Zhumi."

Speaking of Fatty Tun, he raised his head in the direction of Shen Bing.

Ying Zheng looked at Shen Bing with disbelief:

"Don't fool me."

"How can rice be so delicious?!"