But Na Bu Geng smiled, raised his head, poured the last bit of noodles into his mouth, and answered while chewing:
"Why did I bully you?"
"What other benefits can I get?"
Before he finished speaking, a hairpin man squeezed in carrying a small half bag of rice and said to Wu Geng with a greedy look on his face:
"Senior brother, it's only half a bowl per person, how can it be satisfying?"
"I'm going to do more toothpasting rituals this time."
Everyone agreed:
"Exactly."
"Tell the leader to take out all the rations I'm waiting for and make these noodles!"
"But it's a good idea. I'm afraid I won't get tired of eating these noodles for the rest of my life."
…
Then the hairpin raised its head to Ying Zheng:
"Wait if you don't believe it."
"I stayed to see with my own eyes how the noodles were made."
Zhao Gao saw that the soldier was so rude and was about to reprimand him, but Ying Zheng stopped him with his eyes.
Whether it was out of curiosity or fun, Ying Zheng wanted to hang out with these soldiers.
So he didn't reveal his identity and just watched with interest.
When the stone-ground white flour seeped out from the side, Ying Zheng couldn't help but let out an "eh" sound.
"What is this?"
"Can you grind rice into powder?"
“And so easy!”
Hairpin curled up at the side and explained triumphantly:
"This means you have little knowledge."
"This is the stone mill made by my senior brother."
"There has never been one before or since...it is the only one in the world."
In the beginning, Yingzheng was quite dissatisfied.
Because he didn't believe that these soldiers could make such clever utensils.
I just wonder where they learned it from but they are talking nonsense here.
But then he thought about it and Ying Zheng secretly wondered:
If this is true, why have I never seen this... thing called a stone mill before?
It’s just that I’ve never seen a stone mill.
This noodle is so delicious and can be made with just rice. How could he, as the king of a country, not know about it?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but believe it.
So I looked at Na Bu Geng a few more times.
Just when Ying Zheng was hesitating, he saw Shang Zao saying casually while collecting the flour:
"What does this mean?"
"The trebuchet improved by the master is unprecedented and unprecedented."
"If it weren't for this trebuchet, how could our army capture the Zhangfu Great Wall?"
"You must know that we have been attacking the Great Wall for several months, and more than 100,000 people have been helpless against it."
"As soon as the master's trebuchet comes out, it only takes a few days to defeat Zhao's army!"
Ying Zheng was shocked:
"You mean... you are waiting for the improved trebuchet..."
"Destroying the Great Wall?"
Shang Zao looked at Ying Zheng with an incredulous expression and said:
"This means you have little knowledge."
"Not only did we conquer the Great Wall, we also used this trebuchet to set Woniu Mountain on fire and defeat the Zhao army."
"Use this trebuchet to attack Handan again."
"Without this trebuchet, I don't know how many years and months we would have been able to stand here."
When Ying Zheng and Zhao Gao heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
This is something they don't know.
This is not something Wang Jian, Yang Duanhe and others intentionally concealed.
Instead, what was reported to Xianyang were all the results of the battle, such as where our army attacked, where our army was blocked, etc.
As for the details, we will naturally wait until after the war to report them in detail.
Ying Zheng was shocked because he had never imagined that the ordinary-looking soldier in front of him could accomplish such extraordinary feats.
Perhaps sensing the strange looks from Ying Zheng and Zhao Gao, Bu Geng waved his hand and answered casually:
"Hey, it's just a small thing."
"Don't listen to my disciple's nonsense."
"If my king hadn't worked hard to govern and trained his ministers personally, how would we have accomplished what we have today?"
"If the general hadn't had a strategy in his mind and a determined command, how could we have been so unstoppable?"
"The improved trebuchet is just the icing on the cake, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning!"
What Shen Bing said was just polite words.
In modern times, this kind of cliché is not just said casually.
For example, if you are praised in the company, you will immediately reply:
"Don't dare, don't dare, if it weren't for the leadership's cultivation, how could I be where I am today?"
Shen Bing often said this in modern times, and even said it to the point of numbness...
So the habit became natural, and Shen Bing naturally wanted to praise his leader.
Who is this leader?
Of course it’s the king and the general!
And of course the king must be put in front.
Of course, Shen Bing didn't expect that he was an unintentional photographer, but the listener was very happy.
Ying Zheng took these words seriously...
Ying Zheng certainly has no shortage of praise.
In fact, all kinds of compliments never stopped coming to his ears every day.
However, Ying Zheng knew that it was just flattery, so he had little interest in it.
This time is different. This person has such a high opinion of himself without even knowing his identity. He must be sincere.
Use your energy to govern, train your officials personally to feed them!
Well said!
Isn't this what I do in court every day?
For a moment, Ying Zheng's heart was filled with excitement when he was praised so much that his furrowed brows relaxed unconsciously.
Talent, talent!
Not only is he resourceful and resourceful, he also performs extraordinary feats repeatedly.
What is even more rare is that after making a meritorious service, you are not arrogant or impetuous, neither arrogant nor blind (gǔ), and you follow your own path. (Note 1)
How can our Daqin not be strong if we have such talents?
The most important thing is that this person is still loyal and loyal to the king.
Rare! Rare!
Ying Zheng looked at Fu Geng who was making noodles and nodded repeatedly, feeling very satisfied.
He never thought that this was still flattery, and it was flattery in a cliché.
Shen Bing's attention was not on the merchant from beginning to end. He used chopsticks to fiddle with the noodles in the water from time to time. When he looked at them, he almost shouted:
"Here comes the pot!"
"If you want something to eat, bring me a bowl."
"First come, first served."
…
Everyone rushed forward and handed over the wooden bowl.
What Zhao Gao couldn't believe was that Ying Zheng actually squeezed into the crowd with a wooden bowl...
Zhao Gao wiped his eyes and thought to himself, am I dazzled?
Is that King Ying Zheng?
Holding a wooden bowl...
Before he could finish his sigh, Ying Zheng turned back to him angrily and shouted:
"What are you still doing in a daze?"
"Bring me more bowls!"
After Zhao Gao said "Oh, uh uh..." for a while, he finally realized what he was doing and picked up a wooden bowl and handed it over.
For a moment, the house was filled with heat and chaos, and it was as lively as a battlefield.
"Chili" sound.
Ying Zheng sucked down the last noodle, then touched his stomach and said with satisfaction:
“The food is delicious and delicious.”
"Widow...I haven't had such a full meal in a long time."
"This stone mill..."
As he spoke, Ying Zheng's eyes turned to the stone mill.
Then he laughed even more:
"sure!"
"If you know there is a stone mill, there will be noodles."
"clever!"
"We hit it off as soon as we met, so I'll give you this stone mill!"
"I'll just make another one later."
Ying Zheng was overjoyed and said "Thank you very much" and immediately ordered people to carry the stone mill away.
Then he bowed his hands and said goodbye to Shen Bing and his party, as if he was afraid that Shen Bing would regret it.