Qin Hu

Chapter 151 Send Diao Chan's sister a pair of bamboo mandarin ducks
The next day, Zhao Zihu originally planned to sleep until the sun was three poles before getting up, but unexpectedly, Diao Chan disturbed his dream at about [-] o'clock.

Perhaps it was because he was so exhausted from being dragged by the emperor last night, he slept soundly, and at first he didn't notice that someone had groped into the tent.

But soon, he felt feathers scratching the soles of his feet. Zhao Zihu was not a ticklish person, so he didn't take it seriously and continued to sleep.

But how could Diao Chan let Zhao Zihu go so easily, she scratched the soles of his feet and saw no response, she actually took off his clothes and scratched the belly button.

For an ancient woman, such behavior is really shameless. If her father Zhao Gao finds out about it, he will scold her bloody.

However, Diao Chan didn't care. Seeing Zihu's brother was scratched at his navel, but he just turned over and went back to sleep, she angrily leaned towards his face, and the feathers rushed down his nostrils.

"Ah, ah, ah chirp..."

After several repetitions, Zhao Zihu finally couldn't hold back, sneezed hard, and sat up: "Who, who? Such nonsense!"

Opening his eyes, Diao Chan was secretly hiding his hands behind his back, staring at him with his big eyes blinking, and there was a hint of resentment in that half-smile expression.

"What's the matter? Who provoked our little sister Diaochan?" Zhao Zihu asked subconsciously after being a little sleepy, but saw the girl humming and raised her chin at a 45-degree angle.

Seeing the situation, Zhao Zihu came to his senses, and he didn't deliberately tease Diao Chan anymore. He just smiled and said, "Yo! Blame me, blame me. Blame my elder brother for not calling my sister Diaochan..."

"Hmph! Who wants to go out to sea with you? That old woman is with you. I'm still going? Don't tell me it's for nothing!" Diao Chan still wrinkled Xiao Qiong's nose, blaming Zhao Zihu for being puzzled.

At that moment, his eyeballs rolled around, and Zhao Zihu guessed: "That's not the case? Is it because my brother came back yesterday and didn't look for you at the first time? Oops! Sister, brother, this is really wronged!"

When he said it, Bitter Gourd made a face and wanted to explain further, Diao Chan immediately raised her palm and stopped him quickly, the worry on her face dissipated a little, she said understandingly.

"I know that my brother has done a great thing, and he just disembarked last night, so His Majesty hurriedly summoned him and didn't return until the end of the fourth watch. I don't blame you for this! But, there must be something else, right?"

After finishing speaking, Diao Chan's small hand was about to turn into a begging gesture, but Zhao Zihu grabbed it and pressed it lightly.

"Forget everything, and don't forget to please sister Diaochan! My brother has already prepared a beautiful little gift." Zhao Zihu stood up from the couch, lifted the mat, and squatted down.

Under Diao Chan's curious gaze, he quickly took out a quaint wooden box the size of three adults' palms from the low space under the couch, and handed it back to the girl.

Diao Chan held her hand unexpectedly: "This is?"

"Open it and take a look. I believe you will like it!"

"As long as it is a gift from brother Zihu, Diao Chan will like it..."

Diao Chan responded with a sweet smile, carefully opened the wooden box, and a pair of bamboo ducks appeared in front of his eyes.

This is not the kind of bamboo duck that is a living thing, but a duck made of bamboo, but the brown and yellow beak, the black and white head and neck, and the sleeping posture are vivid, not inferior to the real duck at all.

What surprised Diaochan even more was that the pair of ducks each had a pair of wings with carmine lacquer on their ends, forming an arch bridge shape. Under the bridge was a small bamboo drawer, which seemed to be used to hold gold and silver jewelry.

She held it in her hand, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it: "This pair of ducks is really proud!"

"What? This is a mandarin duck, you are a duck?" Zhao Zihu couldn't help being amused.

"mandarin duck!!"

Diao Chan's cheeks turned red in an instant, there are beautiful sentences about mandarin ducks in the "Book of Songs", no matter how stupid she is, she knows what they represent.

"Why, why is there such a ready-made mandarin duck and bamboo weaving?"

Seeing the girl's resistance, Zhao Zihu smiled and said: "This is a special product of Dongou, Dongyang bamboo weaving! It has the reputation of 'the wind shakes the green jade branches, making them like wings'..."

"They have existed since the Yin and Shang Dynasties. They mainly use local water bamboo, golden bamboo, moso bamboo, etc. as raw materials. From exquisite decorations to daily necessities, you can weave as you like!"

"The pair of mandarin ducks are just auspicious objects that the locals keep for marriage. I thought Sister Diaochan would like it, so I just asked for it! But now, it seems that you are a bit disgusted?"

Sensing that Zhao Zihu was looking at her more and more playfully, Diao Chan hurriedly hid the box behind her back, quibbling: "Who said I despise them? I, I just think... this, this gift is not enough!"

"So you think it's too little? Hey, Sister Diaochan! You can't do this. People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants! Don't you understand that elder brother is called polite and affectionate?"

As soon as he said the word "affection", Diao Chan was even more ashamed, and could only cover it up by stamping her feet: "I don't care anyway! You have to give me at least one or two other things..."

She was thinking in her heart, brother Zihu, you are going to get married soon?

Don't ask you to compensate me more, I feel uncomfortable!

"Okay, okay! I just want to go to Gan Luo to deal with the wedding, and I will take you there to see if there is anything you like." Zhao Zihu felt quite helpless.

He could see that the girl was mainly complaining about what he had now, that he didn't take her with him often.

"It's just that brother hasn't had breakfast yet?"

As soon as Zhao Zihu said that, he saw Diao Chan jumping and running out, and in a blink of an eye, a small head appeared from the edge of the curtain, and he raised his hand and shook the stack of food boxes in his hand.

"I'm not like someone who easily forgets about others!"

As soon as he slapped his forehead, Zhao Zihu immediately pretended to be overjoyed: "Oh! I knew that Sister Diaochan was the best for me. Yes, yes, yes! It's all my fault and my brother's fault."

After they finished their breakfast, they rushed to the Shaofu Ling's tent where Gan Luo was.

After greeting each other, Gan Luo took them to the warehouse where Zhao Zihu and Xiang Liyue's wedding items were stored.

Before arriving at the place, Zhao Zihu saw Xiangliyue hovering in front of the door, obviously looking at something.

Seeing her, Diao Chan curled her lips in discomfort, but she didn't immediately turn around and leave, and she didn't want to wrap her arms around Zihu's brother to demonstrate or something.

She just got closer and said sourly, "Let's go. Your wife is waiting there!"

Next to the door of the tent in the warehouse, a few stone stakes were built, on which not only six sheep were tied, but also two wooden cages were attached to the place near the door.

There is a brightly colored wild goose in each cage, one male and one female, Xiangliyue is watching them, and feeding some millet.

These two wild geese, like the six sheep, are the betrothal gifts of the Daqin royal family to Xiangli's family...

In addition, as far as Zhao Zihu knew, there were [-] bundles of Shubo Xuanxuan, etc., a total of [-] kinds...

Each type must be accompanied by "six ritual texts", that is, there are greetings inside and praises outside, and most of them are auspicious words.

...For example, "The wild goose waits for the yin and yang, and when it waits for the time, it is the best. In winter, south and summer, north, there is something precious."

When they met at the door, Xiang Liyue just nodded to Zhao Zihu and Diao Chan, and smiled.She didn't show the slightest displeasure at the two standing side by side.

Everyone entered the warehouse together, and saw gold and jade, strange plants, displayed in an orderly manner from left to right, and the most striking thing among them was a pair of candlesticks facing the door and a pair of candlesticks hanging in between. painting.

The candlesticks are poured bronzes, decorated with patterns of auspicious clouds, mandarin ducks, rivers and twining lotuses.

In Zhao Zihu's opinion, the painting was a two-meter-long painting of King Wen's Hundred Sons, and he could tell at a glance who it was by.

The style of painting is light, elegant and noble, but lacks energy. Apart from his good brother Fusu, there will be no other person.

Zhao Zihu shook his head, and asked Gan Luo, "When did the eldest son send you this picture of a hundred sons?"

"Master Hui! It was delivered on the second day you went to sea. Along with Bai Zitu, there are also He Wen and two large pots of camellia."

Gan Luo replied in ten minutes, and pointed his hand to the tent behind the candlestick.

Zhao Zihu knew what Gan Luo meant, that the two large pots of camellia were absorbing sunlight in a cooler place outside the warehouse.

He didn't understand camellias, so naturally he wasn't interested in seeing how good they were, and he also knew that congratulatory texts from various places should have been placed on the emperor's desk long ago.

The grand wedding of the prince of the royal family is about to be held, which is not a trivial event. Not only the sons and relatives of Xianyang, the princes and ministers will send congratulatory messages and present big gifts, but also the governors of various counties and counties need to do the same.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zihu saw Gan Luo submit several rosters and asked him to have a look.He glanced through it roughly, and knew that these were just the rules and list of participants on the day of the wedding, as well as items for meals.

When Zhao Zihu saw that the first two dishes were roasted whole lamb and various fruit wines, the corners of his mouth twitched: "Hey, hey! Prime Minister Gan. Who decides the items of this meal..."

"Roasted whole lamb! This is to save the guests a lot of expenses without having to eat later, right? Just this first dish makes you feel full and tired."

Gan Luo was also quite embarrassed, and he raised his hand and said: "This, His Majesty sent someone to ask in the morning, and found that the young master hadn't come yet, so he called the minister to change it temporarily!"

"Er Di Niang! How much resentment does His Majesty the emperor have on roasting the whole lamb? Didn't he eat enough last night? He is going to let his son, me, wear a wedding dress, roast his hands full of oil first, and then have sex with Yue I can't finish the ceremony."

Hearing the little husband's screams repeatedly, Xiang Liyue smiled "puchi" and said, "I think! Your Majesty is probably afraid that you will run away suddenly and it will be difficult to find someone back. I hope you will take this opportunity to share some distinctive Eat food, pass it on to the royal meal!"

"Yeah. I agree with sister Yue! Brother Zihu. You don't know! These days when you're not here, our cold-blooded thirteen eagles' mouths are almost fading out." stand on the same front.

It's not that everyone doesn't want to make delicious food...

Even with the spices made by brother Zihu, the taste is not satisfactory!

"Brother, I don't know!" Zhao Zihu said with a self-deprecating smile.

Only then did he realize that before, no matter whether he was in Xianyang or on the way out on the road, he was doing all the things like frying and frying by himself.

Didn't even think about it, want to teach the cooking method and the eight major cuisines, so that I can just be a hands-off shopkeeper?
No wonder, I said that I was so tired last night in the imperial father's tent...

Zhao Zihu immediately made an arrangement for Gan Luo: "That's it! I'll draw a picture here, and you ask the craftsman to make thirty pots with a sharper bottom. Two days later, I will teach the imperial cooker how to cook..."

"At the same time, you order someone to chop another hundred bamboos, as long as your thumb is thick enough. On your side, sister, go to Brother You, and ask Xu Fu and other alchemists for fifty catties of refined nitrate! There are ten rolls of hemp paper!"

As he spoke, Zhao Zihu looked at Diao Chan and Xiang Liyue seriously.After he read the marriage charter, he always felt that something was missing. When he thought about teaching cooking, he realized...

The whole process of the big wedding looked quite lively, there were sharp warriors cheering and cheering, and sword dance performances, etc., but from the beginning to the end, there were no firecrackers and fireworks.

As a son and daughter of China, how can the most festive and important day in life not have these two things to add to the fun?
These two did not appear until the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, but as an engineering dog, it was not difficult to get them out in advance of the Qin Dynasty.

Much easier than making paper and refined salt!
But the premise is that there must be rough paper and refined nitrous powder...

Soon, Zhao Zihu drew the style of a large iron pot in the Song Dynasty in front of everyone: "This is a 'pot' with a sharp bottom, and the heat only exists at the bottom of the pot when placed on the stove, which is very suitable for stir-frying all kinds of meat." vegetable!"

Diaochan, Xiangliyue, and Gan Luo read it, and although they were puzzled by the words "pot" and "stir-fried vegetables", they didn't ask any more questions. They all knew that what Zhao Zihu made could always be answered afterwards.

The three of them just had to do as they said.

And Zhao Tuo, who followed closely behind the others, also reported the young master Zihu's new ideas to His Majesty the Emperor as soon as possible.

"Stir-frying? New Daqin Chef Cooking Special Training Class. Firecrackers, fireworks? What else is Shiquan Dabu Buddha jumping over the wall..."

After reading what Yi Shu wrote, Ying Zheng rolled up the silk and shook it, and handed it to Meng Yi to read.

"The cowardly baby really does everything she can to relax herself! Meng Yi, what do you think?"

Taking the brocade and reading it, Meng Yi smiled wryly and said, "I think it's a good thing for you to teach me how to cook! People regard food as their heaven..."

"After those people in the Imperial Cuisine learn it, if it is really convenient, His Majesty will spread it to all parts of Daqin. Naturally, it will be a good thing for the benefit of the people!"

Ying Zheng nodded in agreement, stood up from behind the case, and walked away: "Indeed! Even if the method of cooking is not convenient, that newly made cooking pot is still very useful..."

"It's just that the cowards and the others have misunderstood what I mean. The 'roasted whole lamb' I added is not just a greedy moment, but has the meaning of "Yi" in it!"

When Meng Yi heard the words, his heart moved, and he understood it instantly.

Your Majesty is going to hold a grand wedding for his son Zihu on the coast of the East China Sea, and he will not hesitate to give extra meals to enjoy with the people...

It seems that there is an intention to show off to the nobles of the six countries who are peeping in the dark!

After all, when they met the two leaders of Baiyue in the morning, they insinuated that the entire Baiyue and even the nobles of the six countries hidden in it were looking forward to the collapse of the Great Qin.

(End of this chapter)