The first time the millet is rolled, there are still some coarse particles.
But it doesn’t matter, just go back and grind it a second and third time.
Soon it became as fine as modern flour.
Then add water to knead the noodles, and add some salt to make the noodles more chewy.
Let the noodles rest for a while to wake up, then cut into strips and shake gently, and finally throw them into the boiling water...the snow-white and cute noodles will roll happily in the water.
Wait patiently for a few minutes until the pot of noodles is cooked.
Shen Bing fished the noodles into the wok (huò)...
Even the cooking utensils used by these ancient people for cooking were simple enough, either a tripod or a wok.
The tripod has feet, but the wok has no feet.
The latter is more like a modern pot and is obviously more suitable for traveling.
Shen Bing added a little meat sauce to it, added a few vegetable leaves, and it was ready in one pot.
Looking at the people around them, they are already drooling with anticipation.
At this time, the door was pushed open and several people came in.
The leader, a middle-aged man who looked like a businessman, looked curiously at the noodles in the wok and asked:
"What is this?"
Shen Bing couldn't wait any longer. He didn't ask who the businessman was, he just waved to him and said:
"Noodle."
"Come, come and see me."
"Here's a bowl for you too."
As he said that, he handed out bowls one by one.
In modern times, Shen Bing likes to watch "Looking for Qin" very much, and so does the movie, but there is one thing that shows its flaws.
Chopsticks existed during the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, and became very common by the Qin Dynasty. In Xun Qin Ji, people even eat with their hands.
The businessman also got a bowl. He took his chopsticks and stared at the nothing. He was stunned for a while.
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It is said that Ying Zheng made some necessary preparations when he was in Xianyang and set off.
Sitting in the carriage, Ying Zheng kept frowning.
He was not worried about the Battle of Handan.
Ying Zheng knew that it was only a matter of time before Handan fell.
What's more, he brought 50,000 troops with him on this trip... Even if someone came to rescue him, it would be of no use.
What worried Ying Zheng was that Xianyang was 1,500 miles away from Handan, and the soldiers and horses could only march 50 miles every day. It would take at least a month to reach Handan.
Although Ying Zheng was impatient, he was helpless.
Because he knew there were many people outside who wanted his life.
This was the case in Qin State, let alone entering Zhao State.
Ying Zheng thought it would be later, but Wang Jian didn't attack Handan so quickly anyway.
There is no difference between waiting on the road and waiting in Handan.
So I felt at ease.
However, after marching for several days, one night a fast horse suddenly delivered a letter to Ying Zheng:
"Our army has captured Handan."
"The king of Zhao moved and all the civil and military officials of Zhao State surrendered to Qin."
"General Wang Jian has taken him into custody in the camp to wait for the king's fate."
After Ying Zheng got the news, he immediately jumped up from the bed:
"What? King Zhao surrendered?"
"There are also hundreds of civil and military officials..."
As he said this, Ying Zheng laughed heartily and said several good words one after another.
The next thought, Ying Zheng was unhappy again.
If Handan has already surrendered and King Zhao has surrendered, these 50,000 troops and horses will lose their significance as reinforcements.
So Ying Zheng immediately ordered:
"Order Li Si to lead the troops back to Xianyang."
"Leave three thousand soldiers and horses to protect you."
On second thought, Ying Zheng was still dissatisfied.
Because most of the Qin army was infantry, even if there were only three thousand soldiers and horses, they could still march fifty miles a day.
But Ying Zheng couldn't wait any longer, especially when this great revenge was about to be avenged. He just wished he didn't have wings to fly to Handan to kill his enemy with blood.
So he said to Zhao Gao:
"You go and select fifty elite knights."
"I'll rush to Handan first in casual clothes."
Zhao Gao couldn't help being surprised when he heard this: "Your Majesty..."
Ying Zheng glared angrily, Zhao Gao quickly swallowed the rest of his words, reluctantly agreed and went to make arrangements.
Ying Zheng's idea is very simple.
Even if there were tens of millions of people outside who wanted to take his life, they only knew that Ying Zheng was still marching with the troops.
Who would have thought that he had already disguised himself as a businessman and rushed to Handan?
So it is safer to do this, and at the same time, you can get to Handan quickly.
Why not kill two birds with one stone?
Ying Zheng’s idea is indeed a good one.
They disguised themselves as horse traders, changed horses and headed straight to Handan without stopping.
Even Ying Zheng was jostling in the carriage without stopping.
After arriving in Handan, they did not dare to make any announcement prematurely.
After all, they only had fifty cavalry. Once the situation in Handan was not stable and the remnants of the Zhao army discovered it, it would be a serious matter.
So the group of people moved forward in a low-key manner, making inquiries along the way to find the main camp. They showed the pass to the guard at the gate and successfully entered the barracks.
Just when Ying Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to ask Wang Jian to come out to greet him, a scent of fragrance floated from the house next to him, and there was a faint sound of greedy admiration.
Ying Zheng was curious and pushed the door in, only to see a group of soldiers gathering around the food in the wok to attack.
"What is this?" Ying Zheng asked.
The first one, Fu Geng, explained:
"Noodles."
"Come, come and see me."
"Here's a bowl for you too."
After saying that, he actually served Ying Zheng a bowl.
Ying Zheng looked at the thing called "noodles" in his hand in a daze.
This thing is long, thin, white and round. As a king of a country, I have never seen it, let alone eaten it.
Looking at the group of soldiers again, they were eating into pieces.
At the same time, he uttered waves of vague admiration:
"Master, this noodles...are simply delicious."
"Senior brother... Gao Ming. I only thought you could only improve the trebuchet. Who would have thought..."
"It's unbelievable... Even the delicacies from the mountains and sea are not as good as it is, it's so delicious..."
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Zhao Gao was about to step forward to reprimand but was stopped by Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng seemed unable to resist the temptation. He picked up the wooden bowl and chopsticks...
Zhao Gao wanted to stop him but didn't dare. He could only watch helplessly as Ying Zheng picked up the noodles and entered his mouth.
Ying Zheng was skeptical at first, but soon his eyes widened.
Then, just like the others, he devoured it without caring about the image. Zhao Gao was just watching and swallowing his saliva.
You must know that the food in the Qin Dynasty was extremely scarce.
There are no more than five vegetables and one kind of vegetable melon, and the meat is either eaten raw, roasted, or boiled in a cauldron.
The idiom popular among people is the first two methods.
There is almost no flavor to the food except the sauce.
So this modern method of making soy sauce noodles is naturally very popular.
The bowl of noodles was quickly eaten, and Ying Zheng's eyes immediately focused on the little remnants left in the wok.
It wasn't until Zhao Gao said "Hmm" that he realized that there were several disguised Jingqi beside him.
It's delicious to eat, but as the king of a country, grabbing scraps is a bit too much.
Ying Zheng wiped his mouth, stepped forward and asked:
"I wonder who made these noodles and what they used?"
Fatty Tun cheerfully replied:
"You can't imagine it."
"It is made from rice by my master."
As he said this, Fatty Tun raised his head in the direction of Shen Bing.