Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 9 The so-called God is just a lie
In an instant, a golden oyster baked with crispy outside and tender inside is ready!
Jing Zhao picked up a chopstick and fed the two little cats first, the little tiger's mouth was so full that he couldn't speak clearly. "It's so good! I've never tasted anything so good!"

Yun'er also nodded vigorously, "Yes! Uncle must be the best and best cook in the world!"

With a gentle smile, Qing gently pinched the cheeks of the two children, "Why don't you help Uncle Gu pack the dishes?"

The two nodded again and again, holding the plate and carefully putting it into the food box.

Jing Zhao made another stir-fried bean sprouts and boiled egg noodles.He combined the four ingredients into one meat, one vegetarian and one staple food.After it's done, there's still a little dough left.

Jing Zhao thought for a while, looking at the remaining eggs and bean sprouts, he had an idea in an instant!
Jing Zhao kneaded the noodles into small lumps, fried the crushed eggs into a slightly burnt golden color, added a scoop of warm water and instantly turned into a fragrant egg soup, after the soup boiled, added bean sprouts and noodles, Jing Zhao opened again I bought five small oysters, put them in 2 minutes before serving, and a bowl of delicious pimple soup is ready.

Jing Zhao put it in a bowl and put it in the cupboard.

At this time, all the dishes have been installed, and there are two full plates, exuding an attractive fragrance.Shandan was in tears, bent his knees and knelt directly in front of Jing Zhao.

"I can't repay you for your kindness and kindness. The two gentlemen's life-saving grace today is unforgettable to the people of this and that. I am willing to do my best for the two benefactors."

Jing Zhao was taken aback by this scene, and quickly helped the old man in front of him, "You don't need to be too polite, please get up quickly. Let's send these meals to your clansmen."

Jing Zhao said that he was about to follow, but Aning grabbed him: "Don't go out, I'll go."

Jing Zhao's heart is full of his praise coupons. If he doesn't go there in person, how can he get everyone to say "delicious" and exchange for his praise coupons?

"It's been a busy day, I'll go out with you for a walk to get some fresh air." Jing Zhao waved his hands repeatedly.

Aning didn't stop him, but followed Jing Zhao closely all the way.

Jing Zhao didn't go out all the time, and now he was walking on the road, only to realize that the desolation here was far beyond his imagination, full of devastation.Has this famine reached the point where not a single blade of grass can grow!

Jing Zhao asked Aning softly, "Is there no one else here to eat besides Shandan?"

Aning shook his head.

"Isn't it good? Save food for you."

Ah Ning doesn't understand the pain in his heart, of course it's not good!If there is one less person, there will be one less praise ticket.He has to save [-] praise coupons by himself, who understands his pain!

When they arrived at the house, after Shandan and Aning identified themselves, the people inside opened the door cautiously.

In an instant, loud and noisy voices came.

so many people!Jing Zhao made a rough count, 67 people!

After they divided the food, the sound of sucking and sucking and the praise of "delicious" kept coming.

After a while, after everyone finished eating.

Shan Dan said to them: "Folks, these two are Mr. Gu and Mr. Ning who saved everyone's lives. Let's kowtow to our benefactor and thank you for saving our lives."

As soon as Shandan's words fell, everyone present knelt down and said in unison, "Thank you Mr. Gu for saving your life, and thank you Mr. Ning for saving your life."

Come again!
Jing Zhao couldn't bear such a big gift.What's more, he cooks for them, which is considered to be what they need. After they eat, he gets a good review coupon.

"You don't have to be polite, Jing Zhao can't afford the big gifts from you all, please get up quickly."

He and Aning quickly got everyone up.Jing Zhao helped Shandan, his eyes turned, and he suddenly thought of something, "Do you think the food I cook is delicious?"

"Master Gu must be the best chef in the world, today's meal is the most delicious meal I have ever eaten in my life." Shan Dan said.

【Ding!Praise coupon +1]

Everyone praised and said, "It's delicious."

The system beeped one after another, and in an instant his praise coupon changed from a single digit to a tens digit.Jing Zhao has never been so happy as now.

Not only because of receiving good reviews, but also because everyone sincerely said "delicious".The greatest happiness of being a chef is a smile and a word of appreciation from diners.

Jing Zhao was caught in the bliss of this moment, and didn't notice a black shadow running past the corner of the door at all.

After Shandan sat down, he said that they had fled from Sanshan Yong'an all the way to Quanjun Anxi.The locust plague in Sanshan was a few days earlier than that in Quanjun, and the locusts ate up all the food.

Shandan is the patriarch of the Minsha clan. Seeing that his clan was about to starve to death, he had no other choice, so he finally made up his mind to take everyone away from home and fled all the way to Quanjun.

They had a very difficult journey, full of refugees and diseases.There were about [-] people when they set off, but now there are only more than [-] people left.Along the way, the sick died of illness, and the hungry starved to death.If they hadn't met Jing Zhao, their clan would be wiped out in a few days.

Jing Zhao heard a few coughs from the crowd, and frowned slightly: "Among you are still suffering from the disease?"

Shandan looked puzzled, hesitated for a while before nodding, "Yes..."

Jing Zhao knew how severe the disease was, and it was extremely contagious!If you don't separate the sick people from the normal people, I'm afraid everyone in this room will lose their lives!

Jing Zhao's expression was serious: "Sick people stand up."

A few people stood up in the crowd, mostly old people and children, a total of 15 people.These people suffering from the disease had sallow complexions, red cheeks, black eyes, coughing continuously, accompanied by shortness of breath.The symptoms were exactly the same as those of the previous owner!
Jing Zhao felt bad, but in order not to make everyone panic, he said as gently as possible: "This disease is contagious. If you want to ensure that other people will not be infected, you must isolate the sick people."

Everyone was frightened, and one person asked, "What does isolation... mean?"

"It is to separate those who are sick from those who are not. Otherwise, those who are not sick will be infected by those who are sick. When everyone has the disease, there is nothing to do."

"But there is no cure for this disease. It is useless to separate. The gods sent sins to Minyue. If the sins are not reduced for a day, everyone will die in the end, and they will all die."

Gods are deeply ingrained in the concepts of these people, but there is no god in this world at all.

The so-called gods have always been just a tool for the rulers to fool the people and strengthen their rule.

But they don't understand, and it's impossible for Jing Zhao to get this idea out of their minds.He can't even explain, can't say anything against theology.

Otherwise, no matter whether it is the ruler or the fooled people, he will be regarded as an ungodly monster, and he should be the next person to be sent to the life sacrifice.

Jing Zhao coughed lightly: "I want to say..."

(End of this chapter)