Daqin: When I return from sea, I will offer you a map of the world

Chapter 9 Always send everyone home!
Of course, Shi Huangdi would not personally try an unproven new food.

CRRC made Zhao Gao a food taster.

Zhao Gao did not hesitate, and decisively swallowed the red pepper whole.

Then, the entire face visible to the naked eye flushed red.

The refreshingness of eating raw chili is not something ordinary people dare to experience, especially in this era, most spices are mainly spicy, and there are few purely spicy foods like chili.

It is a straightforward stimulation of the taste buds.

Spicy is pain, not taste.

Zhao Gao didn't eat it, dared not spit it out, dared not chew it, dared not swallow it.

"Put it up..." Shi Huang noticed Zhao Gao's expression and waved his hand.

Only then did Zhao Gao spit out the half-chewed pepper, and he waited for a long time before expressing his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, this food is extremely spicy, maybe it is used for seasoning, and it is unbearable for ordinary people to eat it directly." Zhao Gao will feel his mouth is numb from the spicy heat, and it must be swollen, but he can't see it.

Zhao Gao couldn't see it, but Shi Huangdi could.

Even with the seriousness of the first emperor, he couldn't help laughing, but as a master of expression management, the first emperor just smiled and waved: "Get back."

Zhao Gao backed away in a hurry, although he had already spat out the pepper, but now he felt his mouth was on fire, he wanted to drink water!

After Zhao Gao left, Emperor Shi Huang couldn't hold back the smile on Zhao Gao's swollen mouth when he looked at the red hot peppers.

Fortunately, Zhao Gao ate first.

"It's extremely spicy..." Shi Huang's face showed deep thought.

In the end, I couldn't hold it back, but remembering Zhao Gao's embarrassment, I just gently broke off a small piece and put it in my mouth.

"Um……"

Not long after, the first emperor spit out the pepper in his mouth.

Pure spicy, not fragrant...

So much for curiosity about new species!

……

The next day, the sun rose!
The local government in Langya got busy again.

Although there are more than 400 crew members who have just returned, and the experience of most of the crew has been lost, even if they are not lost, the experience needs to be updated due to age changes.

But I have to say that Daqin's administrative efficiency is really high.

One morning passed, a group of more than 100 crew members had already received new inspections, and after receiving dry food and travel expenses, they bid farewell to Zhao Si one by one and prepared to go home.

After one afternoon, most of the people had received their testimonials and could leave.

There are dozens more who cannot leave.

This group of people is troublesome, and most of them have forgotten where they came from.

Most of the people who followed Zhao Si to snatch the boat were boys and girls who grew up with Zhao Si.

Some children still remember their original place of origin, home address, and family name. In Daqin, an era dedicated to the implementation of population records, as long as they remember these things, it is easy to find their original home.

Basically, as long as the people on the list are counted, whether it is relocation, separation, death, or other circumstances, the local government will have records.

What's worse is that a group of children have forgotten their hometowns when they grow up due to various reasons. Some children even forget their original names, while others vaguely remember which county they live in.

They longed to go home, but they left home when they were young, and now, the belief that supported them to cross the sea, turned around and suddenly found that they had already forgotten where home was.

Zhao Si is also registering her place of origin and obtaining a new identity certificate.

Because he lost his test a long time ago, and he didn't test this thing when he was playing time travel.

I don't even know where my home is...

"Native place?" The official asked formulaically.

"Forgot..." Zhao Si replied honestly.

"Back when I was out at sea, I encountered a storm and bumped my head, so I forgot about it." Zhao Si added.

The official frowned, and then registered Zhao Si's name and said, "You have to wait for a while in this situation."

Zhao Si's situation is not rare. Many crew members have completely forgotten their origin, which makes him seem a bit ordinary as a time traveler.He just forgot a little more cleanly than other crew members.

After returning, many crew members were packing their things and preparing to go back, and many crew members seemed to have packed up and waited here for Zhao Si.

"Brother!" A crew member grabbed Zhao Si's arm.

"Let's go!" Zhao Si kicked his ass.

Say goodbye one by one, leave one by one.

Some are happy, some are weeping, some are sad.

Because of the dual factors of Goldfinger and mental age, Zhao Si has been the backbone of most of the crew since childhood.

It even became the support of their thoughts to seize the ship and go to sea later.

In a strange place, above the sea, only Zhao Si is worthy of their entrusted life.

"Brother!" The black, thin and short Jing also stood in front of Zhao Si.

"Let's go!" Zhao Si rubbed Jing's head.

"Brother, I plan to stay for a while." Jing smiled and sat on Zhao Si's bed.

"Aren't you going home?" Zhao Si frowned.

"I still have a brother at home. I have already written a letter to my family and sent it out from the post station. I want to be with my brother." Jing said.

One after another left, Jing knew that Zhao Si might be going to Xianyang City.

And he also knew that Zhao Si no longer remembered where his home was.

They had already finished the long journey home under the leadership of Zhao Si, and Jing wanted to follow Zhao Si for another journey.

"People who are not familiar with the place in Xianyang City must have someone to take care of them." Jing patted the bed and pointed to the neatly placed jars.

"Besides, I promised to send everyone home before, so I can't let my brother do this alone."

Zhao Si looked at the neatly placed clay pots, his eyes were slightly dim.

Inside the clay pot are all ashes.

There is no way, the sea is most afraid of the plague, and the distance is far away, so it can only be cremated, and the whole body cannot be left.

Bamboo sticks are recorded on each clay pot, and the corresponding native places are recorded. Under the pots are the clothes they wore during their lifetime and other things they usually used.

Of course, there are also some who don't remember the specific place of origin, and only ask Zhao Si to take them back to Daqin and bury them in peace.

Zhao Si took away nine hundred crew members, and only about 400 survived. This was largely due to his golden finger.

For the remaining more than 500 people, only more than 200 urns were left.

More than half of the unlucky ones either fell into the water and couldn't even get the body back, or because the boat capsized and the urn sank in the sea with the boat.

Zhao Si didn't have much sense of substitution for this era at the beginning.

In Fusang, although Kaizao would kill people, it was not that frequent.

On the contrary, most of the more than 900 people who were taken out to sea by Zhao Si died after such a long time.

The most terrible thing is that this group of guys have great trust in Zhao Si after getting along day and night.

At the beginning, Zhao Si just wanted to leave his own brand in this special era, satisfy his adventurous psychology, and accomplish some unprecedented feats.

The crew members themselves are also targets of exploitation.

Later, Zhao Si really wanted to take them home.

"Yeah, I have to send everyone home." Zhao Si looked at the remaining jars on the ground.

Among them, most of them have been taken away by the sailors returning home, and a small number of them have no one on the way, or they have forgotten their specific place of origin before they died.

There are more than 50 urns left, waiting for Zhao Si's disposal.

Perhaps because of the effect of the gold finger, Zhao Si has a very good memory. Every time he sees the name written on the bamboo stick tied to the jar, the corresponding picture can emerge in his mind, as if that person is really alive. In Zhao Si's memory.

(End of this chapter)