Chapter 610: His Majesty the First Emperor! Historian, write it down!
At night in the Western Region, the temperature difference between day and night is huge.
Especially in the Pamir Plateau, the temperature difference between day and night is as high as 20 degrees Celsius.
If you use your body to resist, you won't be able to bear it.
Unless you are harsh, you will freeze to death without even saying a word.
Fortunately, what Li Xin seized most along the way was all kinds of furs.
It's not that he has any special hobbies, but this is the best thing to get.
Throw it on the horse, hold it and drive away.
In addition, the Qin army had burned, killed and looted along the way, and the Qin army had also replaced its guns with cannons.
One person and three horses have now become one person and five horses, or even more.
Supplies are never too much for an army that goes deep into the rear.
The cows and horses that couldn't be taken away were directly slaughtered, air-dried, smeared with thick salt, and turned into simple military rations.
Qin Feng huddled in the pile of furs, groaning comfortably.
There was a small stove in front of him, and the coals under the stove were burning brightly.
A long chimney leads the fireworks outside the tent.
On the stove, porridge was being cooked gurglingly.
Put a handful of fried noodles into the pot, add mutton and beef, and a pot of chowder is ready.
After the pot is boiled, the tender chunks of meat are tumbling and stewed, sprinkle some fine salt, and you can eat a pot of meat porridge with a rich aroma.
Ying Zheng was sitting by the stove, wearing a large cloak.
He was not picky about food, so he took a spoon, filled a bowl, and started to eat.
This stems from the fact that he lived under someone else's roof in the State of Zhao when he was a boy.
Living a long and difficult life, even staying alive is a luxury, let alone eating well.
Many times, it's great to have a bite to eat.
This also makes Ying Zheng not very fond of enjoyment.
As for the construction of Epang Palace, it was just vanity and the desire to boast of achievements for eternity.
There was also the construction of the First Emperor's Mausoleum, which had cost a lot of money but had long been stopped by him.
It was also because I was too afraid of death in my previous life, thinking that one day I would be able to live and become immortal.
But now, Ying Zheng, who feels that his life is complete, doesn't care about these things even more.
Although I can't call it frugal, I don't have any pretensions either.
After finishing the bowl of meat porridge, he picked up a lamb shank and started to gnaw on it.
Qin Feng was still huddled in his fur, motionless, as if he was dead.
Ying Zheng was used to it, and even heard a new term from Qin Feng's mouth, cat winter.
In his words, when the temperature drops to a certain level, people should not go out, move, or do anything.
You should sleep soundly for ten hours in a house with floor heating.
Ying Zheng naturally sneered at such remarks.
This kind of lazy dog behavior must not be promoted in Daqin.
The rise of a great nation depends on continuous progress!
Qin Feng is simply a cancer! The name of a lazy dog is so terrifying!
But in other words, the current rise of Great Qin was also created by Qin Feng.
Now that you are successful and famous, why can't you be a little lazy?
Ying Zheng finished chewing the lamb leg bone and threw it into the trash can.
At this time, Qin Feng opened his eyes, blinked at Ying Zheng, and asked:
"Your Majesty, are you full?"
Ying Zheng nodded and said:
"You're full, eat quickly.
It’s cold, so eat some meat porridge to keep you warm.”
For a moment, Ying Zheng was actually a little moved.
This brat has finally grown up, and his kindness to him has not been in vain.
Over the years, I have been messing around all day, not caring about anything, and heartless!
But fortunately, all these years of waiting are worth it. They all know to let their old father-in-law eat before he eats.
But at this moment, a mysterious smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.
He got out of the pile of furs, then took down the pot of meat porridge and put it aside.
He took out a wok from under the bed and placed it on the stove.
Just when Ying Zheng was confused, Qin Feng took out a piece of bacon from nowhere!!!
"Hey, since His Majesty is full, I have no choice but to eat this piece of bacon myself.
You're showing off your shame, stir-fried bacon!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Feng was seen cutting the meat and heating the oil in a pot all at once.
Sauté the onion, ginger, and garlic until fragrant, then add the thinly sliced bacon and stir-fry for a meal, quite masterly!
The rich aroma hit my face instantly and filled the entire camp with smoke for three days.
Seeing that the stir-fried bacon was ready, Qin Feng immediately gave it a try!
After a dazzling operation, Ying Zheng kicked him aside.
You have to taste the fried bacon carefully, okay? Are you going to eat the leg of lamb?
Please, can you eat it piece by piece?
Ying Zheng did it on purpose!
Hey, Qin Feng, I thought you had changed your gender, but I didn’t expect you were still as powerful as a dog!
You eat bacon, right? I’ll eat it for you to see!
Qin Feng naturally didn't know Ying Zheng's psychological activities. At this time, he kept lamenting the injustice of God.
I traveled thousands of miles away and even had to eat a piece of bacon to be robbed!
It hurts, it hurts so much!
I don't know whether it was because Qin Feng looked too pitiful, or because Qin Feng's saliva soaked the carpet.
For the first time, Ying Zheng actually left half a pot of bacon for him and handed it over.
Qin Feng immediately took it happily and patted the rainbow butt while eating:
"Your Majesty is truly a man of God. You should be as blessed as heaven and as long as heaven!"
Ying Zheng snorted coldly, burped hard and said:
"It tastes quite good. Next time you have something to eat, remember to leave half of it for me, otherwise none of us will want to eat it!"
Qin Feng grunted and said he understood, but most likely he didn't take it seriously.
This guy just cares about food and not fighting. It would be harder than climbing to heaven to make him succumb to the emperor's lustful power.
Seeing that Qin Feng had eaten and drank enough and was about to dig into the pile of furs, Ying Zheng quickly grabbed his feet and pulled him out with force.
"What are you doing, Your Majesty? Are you still not allowed to sleep?"
Qin Feng yawned and muttered dissatisfied.
Ying Zheng rubbed Frostmourne and said nothing.
But the effect was immediate. Qin Feng immediately sat upright and said seriously:
"I would venture to guess that His Majesty wants to capture Lan's City?"
Ying Zheng pondered for a long time without saying anything.
Qin Feng thought for a while and asked again:
"Weichen once again ventured to guess that he wants big fat girls?
The Western Dancer is too slender, you don’t like it?
I understand, I understand, it’s hard to find big fat ladies. How about I let Hei Niu wear women’s clothes, can you do it?
Hey, hey, why are you still taking action? Your Majesty is not particular about it!
We are civilized people! Put down your itch!
Ouch! Ouch! The First Emperor has beaten someone! Where is the historian? The historian should come out and write it down!"
