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

Chapter 93 Why don't you eat minced meat before you know it

The old witch leader led the young and strong members of the clan to retreat out of the stockade, joined the women, children, old and weak members of the clan, and began to build a shelter.

Yes, they brought women, children, old and weak too!

Because the envoys enlisted by the King of Panyu have recently visited the nearby inland tribes.

As for the village where Qin Mo lives, since it is far from the inland by the sea, it is usually the last to come...

In short, the nearby tribes who are willing to make troubles gather here with offerings. If they only leave women, children, old and weak at home, they will definitely be slaughtered by the envoys of the King of Panyu as an example to others!
Qin Mo's eyesight was excellent, and he could clearly see that although there were more people in that tribe than in this village, they were all thin and bony, but they were far less strong than the people in our village.

Especially some bare-bottomed children, with big heads and swollen bellies, and bumpy cheekbones and eyeballs.

The limbs were even skinnier, with loose skin covering clearly visible bones.

In addition, the long-term sun in the south is dark, it seems to be a replica of African refugee children!

"This tribe has a prosperous population, but why is it so poor?"

Qin Mo suppressed the depression in his heart, called the chief witch who was leaning on crutches to him, and asked.

The head shaman seemed to see that Qin Mo was in a bad mood, and quickly explained with a wry smile: "All inland tribes are like this. The arable land and hunting grounds are limited, and most of the output is used to worship the king of Panyu. A prosperous population is not a good thing."

Qin Mo frowned and asked in doubt: "Why don't you move to the seaside? Like you, at least you still have fish to eat?"

The head shaman smiled wryly again: "Yes, we have catches to feed our hunger, but our population will never prosper, because a sea breeze can drastically reduce the number of our clan..."

Qin Mo was speechless, but this was why he didn't eat minced meat.

There are very few records of drought in the pre-Qin period, almost one of them can be counted on the fingers, but on the contrary, the damage caused by waterlogging has continued since ancient times when Yu and Shun controlled the water.

The waterlogging disasters on the land of China are usually inextricably linked to the coastal monsoon climate.

So if you think about it in reverse, it is not difficult to imagine how exaggerated and frequent the monsoons in the pre-Qin period were.

Especially typhoons along the southern coast cannot even be called monsoons.

It should be called 'Moon Wind'!
Or 'time wind'!
This is also the biggest reason why Zhang Liang and others have been driving along the coast after going out to sea. If they are unlucky and encounter a sea breeze, it will increase their chances of survival more than nothing...

"Hoo~!"

Qin Mo looked at the big-headed boys outside the village, and let out a long mouthful of depression in his heart: "That hairy Panyu boy, I will kill him to refine the oil, and share the food with Zhuyue!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and got off the tiger skin high chair, walked towards the supplies unloaded by the tribe, picked up a leather bag of white rice in one hand, and a bunch of smoked bacon in the other, and went straight out of the village.

Lu Pheasant had great eyesight, and immediately greeted Zhang Liang and the others who were still posing, stepped forward to carry white rice and smoked bacon, and followed Qin Mo out of the village to cook for the tribe.

The chief shaman was dumbfounded, and wanted to stop him but dared not.

Didn't you agree, are you going to pretend to be a ghost?

How can you pretend to be a ghost like this?
What a mess!
Lu Zhi could understand his thoughts, but he just smiled and said: "To trouble the elders, let all the young and strong men in the village come out to live in the village, and vacate the houses to accommodate the women, children, old and weak who came."

"In addition, cut all the linen cloth that is being offered into clothes, and wear them for everyone, children are given priority!"

The head shaman reluctantly raised his hand: "I would like to obey the order of the goddess."

……

Outside the stronghold, Qin Mo left ten swordsmen to help, and Zhang Liang led the rest to help the Yue people build thatched huts.

The old witch chief and the clansmen were all terrified.

But Qin Mo asked for the pottery pot they were carrying, and started to work without any nonsense explanations.

Since Zhang Liang and the others hadn't learned the language of the Yue people, they cut down trees and built thatched huts, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

Gradually, the old witch chief and the clansmen stopped being afraid, and joined in to help, doing what they could.

The Yue people know how to cultivate rice, but how to eat it is a big problem.

White rice not only has rice husks, but also a layer of chaff under the rice husks. Usually, even the people of Daqin would steam and eat the chaff together, and the taste was extremely bad.

Qin Mo asked the swordsmen who had been in charge to retrieve several pieces of rock with natural grooves, made them into simple pedals, and started pounding rice on the spot.

He and Lu's pheasant used a hand knife to cut strips of smoked bacon until thick and even, put them into the pot with the pounded and washed white rice and steam them.

Pots of bacon stewed rice are put on the campfire one after another, and enter the steaming process.

Qin Mo returned to the village again, brought dried sea vegetables, smoked fish, and chives, and then cooked a pot of meat oil with smoked bacon. Stewed fish cubes with sea vegetables in a pot.

The only bad thing is that there is no seasoning, except for salt, only the dried peppers that were salvaged on the raft when people abandoned the ship at sea a few days ago were soaked in sea water.

But even so, when the Yue people smelled the aroma of bacon stewed rice and the pots of spicy seafood cooked by Qin Mo, they were still so greedy that they forgot what they were doing, swallowed their saliva one by one, and waited eagerly for the meal to be served.

Those big-headed boys who helped to light the fire even tried their best to fan the wind, just hoping that the food would be cooked sooner!
Including the Yue people in this village, they also smelled the fragrance and came out of the village to have a look.

The head shaman of the village couldn't help being completely dumbfounded when he saw that Qin Mo was cooking the meals himself.

On the one hand, he was amazed at Qin Mo's cooking skills, because these days, Qin Mo devoted himself to training everyone, and Lu Zhi was responsible for the meals.

And Lv Zhi learned how to do it halfway, and the food he cooked was barely edible, far from it.

Therefore, he had no idea that Qin Mo still had such hidden abilities!

On the other hand, Qin Mo cooks in person, and the design of the gods has completely collapsed, and he can't do anything to save it...

"Baby, don't overheat the fire, it's going to burn!"

Qin Mo scolded those big-headed kids who were desperately fanning the flames, and at the same time sprinkled the oil residue left over from boiling the oil with salt and mixed it well, letting them eat it as a snack to satisfy their hunger first.

The crispy, salty oil residue is delicious, and everyone around hears the crunching and chewing sounds of the children, and all salivate.

It's really flowing, the kind that can't be wiped dry!

Fortunately, the food was almost ready, and when the people's saliva was already wet on their chests, Qin Mo finally asked the big-headed boys to fetch water to put out the bonfire, and shouted: "Dinner~!"

hula-la-

All the Yue people rushed to Qin Mo and took out the wooden bowls and pottery bowls they had prepared long ago.

Qin Mo stared, tongue warring Chunlei shouted: "I see who dares to crowd?!"

Hundreds of Yue people were terrified and finally woke up from the temptation of delicious food.

The young and strong Yue people who rushed to the front fell to the ground with a plop in horror, begging the gods for forgiveness in trembling voices.

"Get up!"

"The one who dares to prostrate to me in the future will receive ten lashes!"

Qin Mo frowned and scolded, and waited for a few young and strong men to stand up tremblingly, then he calmed down and said, "Line up in line to receive the meal, children first, old and weak next, young and strong men and women at the back..."

The head shaman of this village hastily raised his hand to stop him and said: "The gods are so generous, children should be in front, but we, the old and the weak, should not be in front of the young and strong."

The old witch chief also said: "The strong men will fight, and the strong women will also work, so they should be fed first."

The rest of the old and the weak also nodded in agreement, consciously retreating behind the young and strong.

This is the law of survival they believe in, and only in this way can the tribe continue from generation to generation!

Qin Mo looked at those young men and women, and said, "They give you life, they raise you up, they teach you skills..."

"Now, they give you the chance to survive."

"Remember this moment today, and when you have the ability in the future, you must double repay their kindness, otherwise you will be unworthy of being human and will be cast aside by the gods!"

The Zhuyue people subconsciously wanted to crawl again, and suddenly remembered Qin Mo's scolding just now, so they stiffly straightened their bodies, imitating the appearance of the two witch chiefs, and bowed their hands: "I respect the teachings of the gods!!!"

Qin Mo nodded and stopped talking, picked up a wooden spoon and filled the rice with bacon stew, and filled a bowl full for the big-headed boy who was at the front.

Lu Zhi called Wazi to the side, and poured a large spoonful of spicy kelp stewed fish cubes on top of the bacon stewed rice.

The baby was holding it carefully, walked to the side and couldn't wait to start eating, even if his hot face was wrinkled into a ball, he refused to rest for a while...

Zhang Liang and the other swordsmen smiled, but they understood very well. It was the first time they ate the boiled fish cooked by Qin Mo, and they didn't look much better.

"Don't stand around giggling, come help."

"Here!"

Everyone should drink and take orders, and also take wooden spoons to cook.

In this way, the speed suddenly increased several times, and after a quarter of an hour, hundreds of Yue people had already eaten hot meals.

There was the sound of gobbling and chewing all the time!

But the hundreds of Yue people who were eating bacon stewed rice and sea vegetables stewed fish nuggets looked at Qin Mo with even more awe.

Including the one who has been slandering Qin Mo all the time, setting up the gods and human beings that were finally established, and the witch chief of the village who collapsed, at this time, he couldn't help grinning secretly while eating the food cooked by Qin Mo.

Even the real gods probably don't have such abilities.

The food is cooked so deliciously that one can't wait to live and die!

"Heavenly God... Wuchang... The Tieshan tribe who came to meet up was caught up by the envoy of King Panyu... and they are fighting in the northwest of the stockade..."

Qin Mo was tasting a piece of smoked bacon that seemed to be venison, when a man suddenly appeared on the mountain road in front of the stockade, shouting at the diners while running.

Qin Mo has the best eyesight and hearing, and he saw clearly that it was Kun, the son of the chief shaman of the village, and heard his shout clearly, so he put down the bowls and chopsticks and ordered, "Assemble!"

"Here!"

All the swordsmen immediately threw away their bowls and chopsticks, picked up their shields and iron swords, and assembled into a horizontal and vertical array.

The speed was so fast that hundreds of people were shocked and confused!
Qin Mo frowned and said: "The Tieshan tribe who came to meet up was overtaken by the envoys of King Panyu, and they are fighting in the northwest of the village."

"The young and strong man quickly picked up his weapon and followed me to meet the Tieshan tribe!"

"Here!!!"

More than 100 Yue people were young and strong, imitating Zhang Liang and others to answer in unison.

Then, looking for their own weapons in a mess...

Qin Mo was speechless. He knew that if they went together, they could only fight with the wind, so he stopped waiting for them and instead ordered to the swordsmen: "The target is northwest, run—go~!"

wow——

Cross across——

The swordsmen lifted their swords and shields to their waists and abdomen, and ran up the mountain road quickly with uniform steps to meet the Kun who was coming from the opposite direction.

From beginning to end, fast but not chaotic, the 66 people are like one person!
The hundreds of people looked stunned again, especially those young and strong who were looking for their weapons, and felt ashamed of themselves.

Whoever found the weapon hurriedly chased after the team.

It has to be admitted that these Yue people are young and strong, and may not be as powerful as Zhang Liang and others, but their running speed on the mountain road with bare feet is comparable to that of cheetahs.

After a cup of tea, more than a hundred young and strong people have already kept up with the team!
At this time, Qin Mo and the swordsmen had just joined Kun...

"But injured?"

Qin Mo asked Kun, who was covered in blood.

Kun nodded and shook his head, but said anxiously: "I am not seriously injured, and I can still lead the way for the gods."

"Lead the way over there."

Qin Mo nodded in agreement, and asked while running, "How many people are there in the Tieshan clan?"

Kun immediately replied: "It's almost like the deer clan."

The so-called deer tribe refers to a tribe of more than a hundred Yue people who are young and strong. Because there are deer herds in the tribe's hunting grounds, they are called the deer tribe.

Kun's tribe is known as the Baozhu tribe because they are good at collecting pearls.

Qin Mo asked again: "How many people are there in the enemy?"

"Uh……"

Kun was stopped by this question, because he couldn't count, he scratched his ears and cheeks for a while, and then he had an idea, pointing to more than a hundred Yue people, young and strong, and said: "It's less than them, but it's not too much."

Probably a centurion.

Qin Mo nodded: "What equipment does the enemy have?"

Kun answered very neatly this time: "All are equipped with leather armor, rattan armor, and a small amount of iron armor."

"Weapons include spears, halberds and swords, all of which are made of iron, and bows and arrows are also made of iron."

Daqin's iron-smelting technology was not only learned by the barbarians outside the Great Wall, but also by Baiyue.

Moreover, Baiyue already had the technology of smelting bronze, and even in terms of casting bronze weapons, it was not much behind Daqin.

The Goujian Sword of Yue King unearthed in later generations is the best proof.

Therefore, after Daqin's iron smelting technology was learned by Baiyue who has a technical foundation, it is far more slick than the Huns outside the Great Wall, and the weapons have transitioned from bronze to steel!

Qin Mo didn't ask any more questions, and everyone hurried on their way.

Kun and Baiduoyue were young and strong, they walked faster on the mountain road, and were eager to rescue the Tieshan tribe, so they gradually ran ahead of the swordsmen.

Qin Mo didn't stop him, but instead gave orders, letting them act as the vanguard.

As a result, Bai Duo Yue's young and strong speed increased by another gear, completely leaving all the swordsmen behind.

As for Qin Mo, he was not left behind, and he even had time to observe the surrounding terrain while running.

When passing a mountain pass, he cut off the bark of a big tree with a big iron sword, carved a line of words on the trunk, and left it for Zhang Liang and other swordsmen behind to watch.

……

Qin Mo and more than a hundred young people from more than a hundred people ran around the mountains for about a quarter of an hour when they finally heard the sound of fighting.

After passing through a bamboo forest, the battlefield looms in front of you!

The Tieshan tribe formed a circle to defend, the young and strong were half dead in the battle, but still gritted their teeth and persisted, and the women, the old and the weak also picked up their weapons and went up to the top.

Because they know that even if they give up resisting and surrendering, the envoys of King Panyu will not let them go!

"Kill! Kill them!"

"I will use their heads to deter those who dare not hand in the offerings!"

The obese envoy of the King of Panyu, wearing an iron armor, sat on a bamboo sedan chair carried by eight strong slaves and yelled at the Panyu warriors who besieged and killed the Tieshan tribe.

(End of this chapter)