Great Qin's son-in-law

Chapter 120 How does a sparrow know the lofty ambitions! (seeking subscription)
Qin Luoheng can only cook home-cooked food.

He worked in the back kitchen for a long time, and he fried a bowl of Chinese cabbage and a grilled fish.

That's it.

He served dinner for the two of them.

Looking at the polished rice in the bowl, Lang couldn't help sighing, "Brother Qin, you ate too extravagantly this day."

"This is japonica rice."

"I usually only get it on those big days."

Speaking of this, Lang suddenly paused, and said suspiciously: "The crispy rice you eat every day at noon, isn't it also made of round-grained rice?"

Qin Luoheng nodded.

Lang immediately couldn't accept it.

He only ate round-grained rice a few times a year, but Qin Luoheng was stunned. How could there be such a big gap between people?
The essential.

Qin Luoheng was a dead person before!
aside.

Fen was also puzzled and said:

"Brother Qin, did you use this to eat in the past?"

Fen raised two sticks.

Qin Luoheng immediately realized that he got up to get two sets of knives and forks. He was used to using chopsticks, but he forgot that Lang Hefen was used to using knives and forks.

In this era, knives, forks and spoons are basically used.

The upper class also likes to use their hands.

Especially when eating meat, almost everyone gets started.

Of course, this is mainly related to the meat eaten. The meat in this period is mainly beef, mutton and dog meat, which can be cooked in a big pot.

Naturally, it is more enjoyable to eat with hands.

But ordinary people can't afford too much meat.

Qin Luoheng handed the knife and fork to the two of them.

Then he said:
"I'm used to using chopsticks."

"It's more convenient to pick up fish with chopsticks."

talking.

Qin Luoheng demonstrated it.

Seeing this, Lang and Fen tried it too.

However, they used chopsticks, which was really a bit of a torture. After the two tried it, they gave up and cut a large piece of the fish with a knife, put it in their own bowls, and ate it with their hands.

Doesn't care about food at all.

Qin Luoheng smiled and shook his head.

He didn't care.

It was the same way when Master ate fish.

He's used to it.

After tasting the fish, Lang Hefen's eyes lit up.

Deboned the fish in a few bites.

After eating, Lang wiped his mouth, and couldn't help but praise: "Brother Qin, your fish tastes so delicious, it's even better than my sister's. I'm so hungry."

"Rice and fish."

"Isn't that the food for those doctors?"

"Today I'm going to have a big meal."

Lang planed a few mouthfuls of rice, and continued to cut up the fish.

Qin Luoheng also couldn't laugh or cry.

but.

His skill at cooking grilled fish is pretty good.

The main thing is that the chili is enough.

Lang and Fen ate soup and rice at home, with little oil and salt, so they suddenly ate such delicious grilled fish, which naturally opened their taste buds.

soon.

The two ate the whole fish like a storm.

They each ate three bowls of rice.

When he was full, Lang leaned comfortably on the table, patted his chubby stomach through his clothes, and sighed: "After such a good meal, I wish I could drink some wine. I just drank it two or three times, that millet wine is really enjoyable to drink."

Lang licked his lips, his face full of aftertaste.

Also hummed a little tune.

"Drunk or not, it's not Jianghan yi (yi)."

"Don't return drunk, the night is not half dead."

"Fun and fun driving, the rooster has not crowed before the day is over."

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Fen burped.

choked:
"It's fine to drink, but there are regulations in Tianlu, which prohibits casual drinking. If it is found out, it will be a crime."

Qin Dynasty wine is considered a luxury.

Commoners generally had no chance of drinking at all.

"Book of Shang Jun Ken Ling": The price of expensive wine and meat is as high as the rent, and the order is ten times as simple.

Shang Yang advocated raising the price of wine and meat by ten times, which is the same as the heavy tax on tobacco and alcohol in later generations, and the tax is outrageous.

The Qin Dynasty strictly prohibited alcohol.

It can also be regarded as unprecedented.

Qin Luoheng has no interest in wine.

The wine at this time was brewed with millet, so it was also called millet wine, but it was not very tasty.

This kind of wine is often mixed with impurities and needs to be filtered, so there is the term "turbid wine", and because this wine has a lot of impurities and sugar, once it is left for a long time, it will easily turn sour, so it is not easy deposit.

In order to avoid food waste, the Qin Dynasty directly announced the ban on alcohol.

And private brewing is also prohibited.

The law of the field stipulates: people who live in the farmhouses should not dare to drink wine, and the field cowards and ministers should strictly prohibit it, and those who do not obey the order will be guilty.

Therefore, people in the Qin Dynasty had to sneak around if they wanted to drink wine, for fear of being discovered and reported, but it was not really forbidden to gather people to drink. Drinking in public.

after all.

The New Year is always about relaxing.

But no matter how the government bans it, the people always enjoy drinking.

Therefore, many people who drink alcohol can be caught every year.

Qin Luoheng had no interest in this rice wine, which was as light as a drink.

However, he had actually brewed wine privately, but the wine hadn't been moved here yet.

Sit for a while.

Lang and Fen also went home with their books on their backs.

After seeing the two of them off, Qin Luoheng cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, locked the door with a pipe (yue), carried the books on his back, and headed towards Mount Li.

He won't be living here for a while.

One is that his things have not been moved yet.

Secondly, he was worried that if he moved away, Qin Changli would not find him, so he planned to stay in Lishan for a few more days.

Back to Lishan.

It was completely dark.

He set fire to the ointment in the house with flint.

Looking at the slightly empty house, he also sighed secretly.

He went to the study room, put the bamboo slips that he was going to take away tomorrow into the book case, then went to the cellar to get a bottle of refined wine, and walked towards the Master's Tomb not far away.

Put the lamp under your feet.

Looking at the wordless tombstone in front of him.

Qin Luoheng said:

"Master, the student didn't do what you wanted."

"Not only became a native of Qin, but also won the title of title. Now that I have settled down in Xianyang, I am afraid that I will spend less and less time here in the future."

"My wife has a wedding."

"The student brought a bottle for the master."

"The Master has explained a lot of truths to the students, and he has ordered repeatedly to prohibit the students from entering the temple, but the students let the Master down. The students are not as open-minded as the Master, and can completely stay away from the mundane world. Now the students have fallen deeper and deeper into the mundane world."

"Students have no complaints."

"When I was a teenager in fresh clothes and angry horses, I lived up to my youth and knew how to do it."

"Students don't know what their future fate will be, but they are born in this bright world. If they blindly retreat and protect themselves, it will be difficult for students to convince themselves."

"Here to go."

"Students may have a hard time getting out."

"I only hope that the master's spirit in heaven can bless the students."

"Let the students show their abilities and apply what they have learned in this magnificent world that is about to come, so that the world will be less slaughtered and more peaceful."

"Students toast the master wine."

Qin Luoheng opened the wine cork and poured the clear wine in front of the tomb.

The wine was overflowing.

Soon fell into the land.

Qin Luoheng leaned over, and when the wine in the bottle was finished, he put the jug in front of the tomb, bowed three times towards the tomb, and said softly, "Master, the student is gone."

Done.

He also left without looking back.

At this time.

Suddenly the wind picked up.

The wind blew his coat.

It seemed that he was reaching out to ask him to stay, and it seemed that he was helping him organize his travel clothes.

There was a whimper in the air.

just
Qin Luoheng had already walked away.

The wind is still there.

After whistling for a while, the sound of the wind gradually subsided.

It’s just that the wine bottle that was standing upright was toppled down at some point, and there was a drop of crystal water hanging from the mouth of the bottle. I don’t know if it was the wine that was not poured before, or the water that condensed when the wind blew.
Back to the house.

The night is already deep.

Qin Luoheng did not read as usual.

He lit a fire and fell into a deep sleep.

Early May (February).

spring plowing.

Farmers in Yingchuan County are plowing the fields.

Since the first emperor ordered the renovation of the Chuanfang Tong Canal, the farming in Yingchuan has improved greatly, and the annual harvest has been increasing day by day.

It was noon.

The farmers in the fields beside the road also worked tirelessly, trimming the furrows (qi) in the fields, and everyone else worked very hard. There was only one young man standing in the field, but staring blankly at the distant Taishi Mountain.

No idea of ​​labor at all.

An old man next to the field worked for a while, straightened his waist, but saw the young man standing still, and lowered his voice: "Chen Sheng, just as the old man in charge left, you stand on a tree, be careful and be punished!"

Chen Sheng said bitterly:
"The servants are still working hard."

"It's really a waste of such a big age."

"This is not my own field, and the labor is in vain."

The old man said in a low voice:

"Shut up, are you dying?"

"If the craftsman wants to hear this, he must be trained."

Immediately, the old man looked around and saw that there was no one in the field, so he breathed heavily and said loudly: "Second and third sons, the foreman is not here, let's rest for a while and drink water. After working for half a day, I didn't even dare to drink saliva. I'm really exhausted, I beg."

"The boss of the master craftsman has been staring in front of him."

"My mother and maidservant too!"

The old man just finished speaking.

In an instant, Tian Chou straightened up one backbone after another. .

These farmers picked up the sweat towels hanging on their arms, wiped the sweat from their foreheads vigorously, shouted loudly, and walked towards the big tree in the field without slowing down.

There is a well platform there.

while walking.

The farmers were also chatting.

"If this is my own field, it will definitely be a good harvest this year, and it will all be farmed by the handyman's servant, my mother and maidservant too!"

"My own fields? I'm afraid it will be a dream in the next life."

"Well, it's useless to put it bluntly. Who doesn't have an acre of land under their name? But the harvest falls into our hands? I thought our life would be better when the Qin people came, but the result is the same."

"It's us who are the cows and horses!"

Hearing these younger generations talk more and more dangerously, the old man quickly scolded: "Your younger generation, can't you say a few words less? Do you want to be tongue-tied?"

"If the master craftsman finds out, they must say I'm wrong."

At this time.

But Chen Sheng said suddenly: "If I become rich in the future, I will never forget you, and you will not be someone else's cow or horse."

His words just fell.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

The old man took a look at Chen Sheng, shook his head and said, "You are a servant, what are you talking about rich and honor? You can get your field ready before we talk about it."

The others laughed and said, "If you lazy bastard could be rich, wouldn't we be rich already?"

Chen Sheng said coldly: "How can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan!"

The surrounding farmers laughed even louder.

The old man didn't laugh, just sighed and shook his head, "Chen Sheng is really crazy, crazy."

With the joy of Chen Sheng, the others are much more energetic.

They went to the well, shook the potter's wheel, fetched water from the well, and then gurgled and drank it directly from the big wooden barrel. As for Chen Sheng, who was ridiculed, he sat alone, lost in thought, as if he was thinking wearing something.

When it was almost time to rest, the old man said, "Are you full? You still have to work in the afternoon. As for that kid, teach him to dream by himself."

"Leave him."

heard.

The surrounding area is also full of cheerful atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)