Daqin: The poorest prime minister, the first emperor begged me to corrupt

Chapter 3 Your Majesty, Prime Minister Qin is alone again now!

While Wang Jian and his son were tasting tea and appreciating cups, the smell of food wafted from the kitchen.

Leaning slightly, Qin Mo came out with an iron pan and bamboo chopsticks.

"The younger generation put the only piece of bacon in the house into the pot, the two old generals don't dislike it."

The iron pot was placed on the table, and the lid was lifted, and a spicy and strong aroma immediately permeated.

"Gudu!" The father and son swallowed together.

The probe looked into the pot, but it was potatoes stewed with bacon!

The reason why Qin Mo traveled back then was because he was separated from his family on a wild trip, and he was carrying a lot of food on his back at that time.

Over the years, the ingredients he brought have already been successfully cultivated, and during the eradication of the six kingdoms, he conquered one place and promoted the cultivation of another.

All kinds of high-yielding staple foods in eight-treasure porridge, as well as potatoes, cabbage, eggplant, peppers and other vegetables... are not uncommon.

The strange thing is the cooking method!
"My only pottery bowl was just dropped by His Majesty."

"The two old generals will settle down and eat with these three flat and four not round dishes."

Qin Mo took out three sets of porcelain bowls and plates from the case, and gave one set to the father and son.

These porcelain bowls and plates came out of the same kiln as the teacups. Due to their relatively large size and greater difficulty in firing, they are more inferior than the teacups.

It's true that it's three flat and four not round, so it can't be on the table!

But even so, the father and son took it carefully, for fear that it would be broken by him.

Qin Mo couldn't stop smiling.

"The two old generals don't need to be like this. These dishes are all defective products and are not precious. If you drop them, you will drop them."

The father and son asked in amazement: "Defective product? Is there a better one?"

Qin Mo nodded: "The next kiln is about to be fired, and I'm sure we can get some more. If the two old generals like it, they will send a few sets to the house later."

"Then thank you, Prime Minister Qin."

Wang Ben bowed his hands and readily accepted.

And Wang Jian, who was thicker than his son, pointed to the teacup and said, "It's best to give some of this cup of immortal tea."

"Tea, of course."

Qin Mo took out another rough porcelain jar from the desk, and said hesitantly: "But today, we only drink!"

As he spoke, he patted Kaifeng mud and filled the teacups for the father and son.

The strong aroma of wine instantly overwhelms the aroma of stewed meat.

Seeing this, Wang Jian's eyes lit up, but he said jokingly: "Mr. Qin, alcohol is used to disinfect the wounds of soldiers. Your Majesty's decree strictly prohibits drinking it. You are breaking the law."

"Father marquis often steals drinks on weekdays, so don't tease Prime Minister Qin."

Wang Ben is an honest man, and he exposed his father's background when he opened his mouth.

"Besides, this alcohol was developed by Prime Minister Qin. No matter how strict His Majesty's laws are, Prime Minister Qin cannot control him."

Qin Mo laughed loudly when he heard this: "Alcohol is harmful to the body, and His Majesty issued a decree prohibiting drinking, in fact, it is for the sake of the soldiers in the army."

"However, this junior's altar is not alcohol, but real fine wine. The two old generals can drink it at ease."

Warriors are rough, and there is no one who does not love wine.

When the father and son heard this, they immediately served a cup to taste.

The Erdaoguotou that has been stored in the cellar is less dry, and the mellowness is indeed not comparable to alcohol.

The father and son drank a glass, their eyes lit up, and they praised: "Excellent wine!"

"Don't forget about the food."

Qin Mo took the lead in picking up a piece of bacon that was stewed until crispy, stuffed it into his mouth and started eating.

The father and son were no longer polite, and couldn't wait to taste the stew, but it was so fragrant and spicy that people couldn't stop it!
The two Daqin Chehou, one mouthful of wine and one mouthful of meat, were extremely happy to eat, and they did not forget to sigh while eating and drinking.

"It seems that although Prime Minister Qin is frugal, he doesn't treat himself harshly."

"Compared with what Qin Xiang eats, the daily food of our father and son can be called swill!"

……

Two days later, the Royal Garden of the Qin Palace.

Wearing dark black casual clothes, Ying Zheng watched his eldest son Fusu dance with his sword, and commented: "It's flashy, and it loses vigor after all."

"If you fight against Qin Mo, your head will fall to the ground in the blink of an eye!"

Fu Su retracted his sword and smiled wryly: "Father was joking, Prime Minister Qin is the number one warrior in China, how can my son compare?"

"You are self-aware. In the future, when Qin Mo conducts conquests, you may be able to go and practice with him. It will definitely benefit you a lot."

Ying Zheng asked, and Fu Su hurriedly bowed his hands to say yes.

The father and son chatted again, and Ying Zheng suddenly looked at Zhao Gao who was standing beside him, and asked, "Qin Mo hasn't come to court for the past two days, but he moved out of that hut?"

"Qin Xiang hasn't moved out yet."

"Not moved?"

Ying Zheng frowned suddenly.

Zhao Gao was terrified, and hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty does not know that the [-]-acre mansion that Li Tingwei gave to Prime Minister Qin was used by Prime Minister Qin to build a new school."

"The horses, chariots, silk and other goods presented by the ministers were also sold by Qin Xiang to hire the master."

"Now, Prime Minister Qin is alone again!"

Ying Zheng was dumbfounded, "Again...lost again?"

"Continuing on like this, giving him a treasury is not enough to defeat him!"

Fu Su disagreed, and defended Qin Mo: "Father, Prime Minister Qin is dedicated to serving the country, so Father should praise him, how can he say defeat?"

"You idiot know a lot!"

"Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, have you seen any noble and honorable officials living in thatched huts for overnight meals?"

"Does Da Qin want to lose face?"

Ying Zheng scolded his son angrily, and then asked Zhao Gao, "Where's Wang Jian and Wang Ben? How did I explain to them that they couldn't even do small things properly!"

He was really angry and called the two Chehous by their names.

"The two old generals went to the hut three times a day to try to persuade him, but Prime Minister Qin is also a man of perseverance, and he cannot be easily persuaded by others."

Zhao Gao explained helplessly.

Ying Zheng snorted coldly: "If you can't be persuaded, don't you know how to use tricks?"

"Two veterans who are full of wit and tricks on the battlefield can't beat a junior, it's not ashamed!"

Zhao Gao: "..."

Fusu: "..."

That is the prime minister of our Great Qin Empire, not the former minister of the Six Kingdoms, is it necessary?
……

That night, the father and son of the Wang family, who had been eating and drinking at Qin Mo's house for two consecutive days, finally found out their conscience.

The father and son arranged a big banquet in the mansion and invited Qin Mo to come to the banquet.

Qin Mo couldn't stand the warm invitation of the two old seniors, so he had to bring a gift.

"Porcelain from the kiln."

"Newly fried Yuqian camellia."

"I hope the two old generals don't think it's shabby!"

Qin Mo arrived on foot and presented the gift he was carrying.

Wang Jian and Wang Ben looked at the bisque porcelain that was comparable to jade, and smelled the refreshing fragrance of tea, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

"Okay, okay, such a generous gift, how can you dislike the shabby, hurry up and take a seat."

"Recently, the mansion has a new dancing girl. She is extremely beautiful, graceful like a fairy, and is good at dancing swords. Prime Minister Qin must taste it!"

The two old men pushed Qin Mo to the table, and waved for the dancer to help.

Qin Mo was also at ease, eating and drinking as he asked, and seeing beauties as he asked, seeing the extraordinary sword skills of the dancer, he did not forget to applaud and applaud.

"Qin Xiang, is this woman's figure still acceptable?"

Wang Jian raised his eyebrows and said ambiguously.

That appearance really looks like an old tortoise.

Qin Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, nodded and said, "Very good."

……

　When you first come to the starting point, you are ready for a stand-alone machine.However, if someone reads it, it is still a recommended ticket or something, a monthly ticket?I don't know what these are for though...

　　
　
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