Shen Bing didn't know whether the Zhao nobles really believed Wang Jian's words or whether they were false. Anyway, Shen Bing didn't believe them.
These nobles have bullied Ying Zheng!
The reason why Ying Zheng was so eager to capture Handan was so that he could get rid of these people quickly, so how could he let them go?
It is precisely because of this that Wang Jian imprisoned them in the military camp...
Handan was still unstable at this time, and Wang Jian was worried that there would be accidents if these nobles were imprisoned.
You must know that these are the important people of Yingzheng, and they cannot afford to lose Wang Jian.
So they were simply tied up and surrounded by soldiers so that they couldn't fly away even if they had wings.
Not only that, Wang Jian also arrested the family members of those nobles.
Who can guarantee that Ying Zheng will not massacre all nine of their tribes?
If his family members were allowed to escape in chaos, where would Wang Jian be found when he was blamed?
From this aspect, it is not without reason that Wang Jian has his current status.
That was not what Shen Bing was concerned about. At this time, he was staring at his breakfast in a daze.
What I ate was still millet with meat sauce, and two bean sprout leaves.
According to Fatzitun, these bean sprout leaves have a nice name: Huocai.
Before that, Shen Bing thought that life was difficult because he had no choice but to march outside.
But now that they are all in the city, and they have also destroyed the State of Zhao, why don't they order any other dishes?
Fatty Tun replied with a confused look:
"In addition, there are Guicai and bitter vegetables."
"It's just not the season yet."
Then Shen Bing understood that this era lacked not only industry and technology, but also not many edible vegetables.
Although it was difficult to swallow, there was nothing I could do to keep my stomach from sinking, so I could only swallow the rice with the green cabbage.
However, Shen Bing, who is used to eating rice, is not used to even millet...
He has never eaten millet in his whole life. Even if he did, he would always eat wheat flour.
Wait, pasta is much better than millet, right?
If you get some noodles and put them in meat sauce, wouldn't they become fragrant noodles with soy sauce?
Thinking of Shen Bing, he asked Fatty Tun next to him who was devouring food:
"Is there any flour for me?"
Fatty Tun answered vaguely while chewing the food in his mouth:
"flour?"
"Master, please tell me what this flour is. Disciple, go get it for the master."
Shen Bing raised his head towards the bowl:
"It's the millet I'm waiting to eat...just grind it into powder."
At this moment, everyone nearby was stunned.
Fatty Tun looked at the grains of rice in the wooden bowl and said in embarrassment:
"Master, how can this... be ground into powder?"
"Even if it's pounding, it will take several days!"
Later, Shen Bing realized that the situation in this era was different from modern times.
In modern times, it doesn’t matter if it’s millet or rice, it’s shelled as soon as it’s poured into the machine.
In the Qin Dynasty, even the shelling was done manually by pounding the grains into a stone mortar with a heavy piece of wood.
Over and over again until the chaff is removed.
This is also the reason why the soldiers' food supply is divided into "粲米" and "粲米".
"粝米" is coarse rice, the kind that has been roughly smashed but the husk has not yet been removed.
This is the kind of rice that the public servants and non-jue people eat, and it would be really unpalatable if it were not cooked into porridge.
"粲米" means polished rice, which means the husk has been removed.
Of course, this kind of rice takes longer to produce.
Second-level nobles and above only eat rice, but for Shen Bing... it's still just to satisfy his hunger.
No wonder other people look at Shen Bing strangely.
It is no longer easy to peel and pound the rice. If you still want to pound the millet into flour... it will be an almost impossible task.
Shen Bing rolled his eyes and had to deal with the rice in the bowl again.
But after thinking about it, he waved to Cang.
Cang immediately leaned forward from a few steps away, cupped his hands and said:
"Senior brother, please give me your instructions."
"As long as Cang can do it, I will do my best."
Shen Bing looked aside, hoping to find a branch, but he couldn't find it in the military camp building.
Fatty Tun promptly handed over a sheepskin and pen and said:
"Master, use this."
"My disciple will grind ink for you."
As he spoke, he took out a clam shell from his bag and poured water and inkstone on it.
Shen Bing was not surprised that Fatty Tun carried these with him. After all, he was responsible for counting in the artillery division.
What's strange about Shen Bing is that he can easily take out a sheepskin, and then another sheepskin...
The more commonly used ones should be bamboo slips, but bamboo slips are much heavier than sheepskin and difficult to write on.
It is unusual for someone to be able to afford sheepskin. I think this Fatty Village has some wealth.
Shen Bing didn't ask any questions, took the pen and started drawing on the sheepskin, saying as he drew:
"This time it's not wood."
"The top and bottom are two equally large round stones, shaped like a big drum."
"There are thin grooves carved on the surface, a hole in the middle, and a wooden handle on the side..."
After finishing the painting, he handed it to Cang and asked:
"Just make this picture."
"Is there any difficulty?"
Cang looked at it and answered confidently:
"It's not difficult."
"It's just that this stone drum needs to find a defense expert."
"Junior brother, I happen to have a few old friends there. I can just ask them for two pieces."
The craftsmen of the defense division are mainly responsible for the production of defensive equipment, such as horse guns, rolling stones, hammers...
In fact, gunners also have stones, such as stone bullets.
It's just that the production of stone bullets is much rougher than the craftsmanship of defense masons.
It is said that the stonemasons of the defense division sometimes also make stone lions, tombstones and the like. It is not easy to make the things painted by Shen Bing.
Sure enough, within half an hour Cang and his men came back carrying two stone drums.
Then Cang spent some time adding the grinding shaft and handle as shown in the picture, and a delicate stone mill was placed in front of Shen Bing.
Cang endured it until then and asked curiously:
"Brother, what is the use of this thing?"
Shen Bing did not answer, but raised his head towards Fatty Tun:
"Go get some millet."
Fatty Tun ran away in response and soon returned with a bowl of rice.
I'm afraid it won't be easy if someone else wants to take the rice.
But Shen Bing was different. His daily supply standard was one dou of rice.
This supply usually cannot be used up, so it can be recorded as food. Naturally, if it is taken now, it will be recorded in Shen Bing's account.
Then, the time comes to witness the miracle.
Shen Bing slowly poured the rice into the grinding hole, grinding it while pouring it.
With a dull grinding sound, white powder slowly seeped out from the grinding edge and fell onto the linen cloth spread below.
Everyone exclaimed:
"What is this? So delicate?"
"Is it that rice?"
"What is it if it's not rice? It's just ground into powder."
"I thought it was a stone drum. I didn't expect it to be able to grind rice into powder so easily."
Fatty Tun was the one who responded quickly. He excitedly asked Shen Bing:
"Master, is this the flour you're talking about?"
"Grind rice into flour... but how to eat it?"
Shen Bing smiled and said nothing.
If this millet is ground into flour, there will be many ways to do it.