Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

"How much is one serving? Give me three servings."

"My lord, it is the old man's honor that you can eat the old man's potato cakes, so I can still charge you money."

The old man took out three freshly fried potato pancakes and handed them to Zhao Che.

These low-level heads of Guizhou actually live very humble lives, even if they are doing business, they have to be careful.

In the huge Qin Dynasty, not everyone with some family background can treat the Guishous so kindly.

It's not been a day or two since the old man set up a street stall in Nanjun. He has met all kinds of people, including good ones and bad ones.

The governor of Nanjun County is quite capable in governing the place, and generally no one dares to do things that bully others.

However, Nanjun County Sheriff has too much responsibility, and it is obviously impossible to cover everything.

Therefore, there is always a small group of people who think they are noble and want to bully anyone they see.

The old man has encountered many such masters before, you can tell how high the status of those people is, to Zhao Che, they are no different from ants.

But for the head of Guizhou like the old man, it is an existence that cannot be offended.

They don't even need to do it themselves, just a little bit of trouble for you to wear a small shoe, and your business can't go on.

Therefore, the old man has been setting up a stall for a long time, and he has also figured out some ways to deal with these people.

As long as he doesn't seem to be easy to mess with on the surface, he would rather lose some money himself than send these people away as much as possible.

"It's only natural to pay for meals, how can I take advantage of you?"

Zhao Che didn't think too much about it, he took out a few big pancakes and threw them on the old man's booth, took a bite out of the potato pancakes.

"My lord, you have given too much. The potato cakes are worth a penny, and you can give three big pennies."

Seeing that Zhao Che didn't make trouble for him, the old man was already happy enough, so he quickly handed back the extra money Zhao Che gave just now.

"Put it up."

Zhao Che didn't say much, the old man relied on his own ability to make money, so he gave as much as he should.

Giving too much, on the contrary, it seems a bit like charity.

"The fried potato cakes are pretty good. They should be made by steaming the potatoes first, then making them into a puree, and then adding flour and salt to them, right?"

Zhao Che had nothing to do, so he casually chatted with the old man.

"My lord has a good tongue, can you taste this?"

The old man was a little surprised. It's not difficult to make potato cakes, but it's a little surprising that a young man like Zhao Che can taste them in one bite.

"Okay."

Zhao Che smiled noncommittally, the old man's craftsmanship is not bad, and the potato pancakes are not bad.

But for Zhao Che, it can only be regarded as barely able to enter.

It's not that the old man's cooking is not good, it's mainly because of the difference in cooking methods.

The old man has already made the taste of the potato cake itself to the top.

The potato pancakes are crispy on the outside and crunchy when you bite into them, while the inside is soft and salty, but it’s just an ordinary sesame seed cake.

It's just fried sesame cakes mixed with flour mixed with mashed potatoes, and the taste is very monotonous.

"Old man, do you have any children in your family?"

Zhao Che was also idle when he was idle, chatting casually with the old man.

"My lord, the old man still has a daughter-in-law, a grandson and two granddaughters in his family."

"Oh? Where's your son?"

"The year my grandson was born, he was called up to join the army..."

When the old man mentioned his son, his expression became much darker.

Zhao Che also guessed the result, it is like this on the battlefield, no one can guarantee that he will be beheaded by the enemy one day.

"I'm sorry, old man, I talked about your sadness."

Zhao Che apologized a little embarrassedly.

"Your words are serious, this is the life of the old man, no one can blame it, not to mention my son died in the battle against the Huns in order to defend the Great Qin, and it is considered a well-deserved death."

"It turns out that this is the case. Your son is a martyr and a hero of our Great Qin Dynasty. He is worthy of admiration!"

"Thank you for your compliment."

The old man just smiled and didn't speak.

Who doesn't feel sorry for their children? The old man is very free and easy on the surface, but how can he not be sad in his heart.

But at least, as he said, his son died to defend Daqin, and his death was a worthy death.

"Brother Jun should sing the big wind to return, vowing to destroy the Xiongnu and leave Yuguan."

"You only die for the country on the battlefield, why return the shrouded body in horse leather!"

Zhao Che remembered a poem from later generations, didn't it talk about people like the old man's son?
"Your Majesty is really talented. He can compose such poems casually. The old man heard that His Majesty will implement compulsory education in our Great Qin. It would be great if my grandson can be as talented as the nobleman in the future."

The old man doesn't understand poetry, but he can also hear the meaning of Zhao Che's poem.

Especially when I heard the last two sentences, my eyes were filled with tears.

Just let the battlefield die for the country, why not return the horse leather shroud.

The old man's son died defending his family and the country, and in the end he didn't bring back his body, and was buried forever on the bloody battlefield.

"Don't worry, old man, compulsory education will be popularized soon. I believe that your grandchildren will grow up to be like his father in the future."

Zhao Che said something solemnly to the old man.

"By the way, old man, your potato pancakes are pretty good, but I have some suggestions."

Zhao Che didn't want to make the old man sad, so he simply changed the topic.

"Your Excellency, you still know how to eat?"

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help being stunned.

As the saying goes, when a gentleman is far away from the kitchen, Zhao Che can write such outstanding poems casually, and his status and temperament are not ordinary. In the eyes of the old man, he should be the kind of noble son who does not touch his fingers.

Therefore, when he heard that Zhao Che wanted to comment on his potato pancakes, he didn't take it seriously.

"Don't underestimate people, old man, I'm good at cooking."

Zhao Che smiled and didn't explain much.

"Go and buy some potatoes!"

Zhao Che glanced at the oil pan beside the old man, and casually gave orders to Jin Yiwei beside him.

Although the old man sells potato cakes, he always brings the raw materials he has made, and he does not have potatoes with him.

Jin Yiwei soon brought back a bunch of big and round potatoes.

"Does the old man have a kitchen knife here?"

Zhao Che asked his subordinates to find some water to wash the potatoes, and asked casually.

"My lord, the old man didn't bring a kitchen knife when he came out, but if you need it, I can borrow it, but I don't know if I can borrow it."

In ancient times, the control of ironware was relatively strict, although after Zhao Che reformed the Daqin weapons, this point has been relaxed a lot.

However, the previous control conditions have not been fully relaxed.

The blacksmiths in Daqin were all registered in the yamen, and all kinds of ironware they manufactured also needed to be reported in the yamen.

Even if it is an ordinary Guishou trading kitchen knife, you have to take it to the Yamen for registration, and you have to register your own information on it.

Therefore, if ordinary people want to borrow their own swords and other things, they basically cannot borrow them.

But Zhao Che naturally didn't need to worry about this, the Jin Yiwei around him all wore knives, but they were not kitchen knives, but Xiuchun knives.

Zhao Che casually pulled out Jin Yiwei's Xiuchun Knife and used it as a kitchen knife.