Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

If these saltpetres can be recycled and reused, then this ice cube will really become a costless business.

"Of course you can continue to use it, as long as you clean it up."

Zhao Che explained casually, and then took the smoothie in the water basin, and asked someone to bring a few small bowls and spoons.

Scoop a spoonful of smoothie into each small bowl, and ask someone to bring over a watermelon, order someone to squeeze it into juice, pour it on the smoothie, and sprinkle some honey.

Soon, three freshly baked watermelon smoothies appeared on the table.

"Che'er, is this the one you mentioned, the Bing Qilin? Doesn't this look like a Qilin?"

Ying Zheng asked with some doubts.

"It's not a unicorn, whatever you want!"

Zhao Che wanted to correct it, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. Anyway, this ice cream is made by himself, so he can call it whatever he likes.

"This is not considered ice cream. It mainly has no cream. It should be called watermelon smoothie. Daddy, how about you try it first?"

Ying Zheng didn't bother to call this thing, so he took a spoonful of smoothie and put it in his mouth.

The moment the smoothie enters the mouth, there is a chill that cools the heart, which instantly dispels the heat around.

Immediately, there is a fresh and sweet taste of watermelon, coupled with the sweetness brought by honey, it is simply not too delicious.

"Ha, the weather isn't hot enough. If it's hotter, it'll be comfortable to eat this smoothie."

"Well, this is delicious in summer, and this watermelon is not fresh enough, it will be delicious with some seasonal fruits."

Zhao Che also sighed, but there is no way, the conditions are limited, it is already very good to be able to do this.

"This smoothie is not important. What is important is the method of making ice with saltpeter. Now we don't have to worry about the heat in summer."

Ying Zheng's vision is still very vicious, but don't underestimate this small ice cube, as long as it is used well, it can play a great role in the future.

"In the future, the method of making ice with saltpeter can be popularized among the sailors first, and an ice bank can be built in the cabin, so that there is no need to worry about the storage of food and vegetables."

"It makes sense, Meng Qing, immediately send someone to buy saltpeter, and follow Che'er's instructions to build an ice cellar on the ship."

With a wave of his hand, Ying Zheng gave the order directly.

Originally, I planned to go on a cruise directly by boat, but I encountered Wu Kuan's incident. During the temporary delay, I happened to set off after the boat was remodeled.

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After Ying Zheng's will was communicated, it really caused quite a stir in the local area.

Saltpeter has become a necessity that many people rush to buy.

After all, it's summer now, especially the temperature in South County has risen significantly.

The price of saltpeter is not expensive, but the precious cooling buildings and items such as the ice cellar and ice mirror are not something ordinary people like them can afford.

But now with the method of making ice with saltpeter, ice cubes in summer suddenly become commonplace.

Zhao Che was walking on the road, everywhere he could see Qianshou who was rushing to buy saltpeter.

There are also stalls selling chips and smoothies, which are obviously very popular on the street too.

"In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people."

Zhao Che remembered a poem that was very suitable for the current situation, and recited it casually.

Isn't that so?Ice cubes in summer, something that was originally reserved for royals and nobles, can now be used by individuals.

"My lord, which name is used in this poem?"

While Zhao Che was sighing, Meng Yi's voice sounded from the side.

Zhao Che turned his head and saw that Meng Yi was writing furiously with a pamphlet.

What Meng Yi wrote was, of course, the two poems he read just now.

Moreover, judging by the thickness of this booklet, it is obvious that a lot has been written.

Zhao Che glanced at the cover of the booklet with some doubts, only to see a few large characters written on it.

"Chezi Poetry Collection"

"What the hell?"

Zhao Che was stunned, and cast a questioning look at Meng Yi.

"Hey, son, all the poems are recorded here. I'm afraid you don't know it yet. In the literati circle of Daqin, your poems are extremely popular. With your knowledge and ability, it is natural to be called a complete poem. The name of the son."

Zi is a kind of respectful title. Generally speaking, only the leaders of various schools of thought and who are famous all over the world are eligible to be called Zi.

Just like the evaluation criteria of a sage, the three standards of meritorious service, morality, and speech are indispensable.

Those who have completed the two goals can only be called sub-sages, and to be called sons, they need to complete the Liyan, that is to say, there must be works that can be passed down through the ages.

"I've said it many times, those poems were not written by me, but just spread through my mouth."

"Is there any difference? Anyway, we have never heard of those poets that the young master mentioned. Since you uttered this poem first, it can naturally be named after you."

Meng Yi said indifferently.

However, Zhao Che's complexion at this time was a little ugly.

The Chinese national culture has a long history, and countless poets with amazing talents have emerged since ancient times.

For Zhao Che, their verses are not really good lines that are born naturally, but are obtained by chance.

These poems are the cultural wealth created by those poets who have gone through countless hardships and painstaking efforts.

As a time traveler, Zhao Che can spread these poems wantonly, but Zhao Che always remembers that he is just a cultural disseminator, and he just wants those beautiful poems that would be created by people in later generations to appear in advance In the ears of people in this world.

But if he put his own name on these poems shamelessly, not to mention whether those scholars would believe it, even Zhao Che himself would not be able to pass the moral test.

Regardless of self-taking is regarded as stealing, culture is also a kind of wealth.

Meng Yi stared blankly at Zhao Che in front of him, feeling a little aggrieved in his heart, isn't he also doing it for Zhao Che?
The power represented by the literati class in this era cannot be underestimated. If Zhao Che can conquer them with these poems, no matter what Zhao Che wants to do in the future, I believe he can get the strong support of these people.

Anyway, those poets that Zhao Che talked about had never been heard of, even if their cultural achievements were taken away, who would know?
"My lord, this servant is also doing it for your own good. Do you know how powerful the literati of the Great Qin Dynasty would be if they were gathered together? If you can subdue them, no matter what you want to do in the future, these literati will become your greatest help."

"My help?"

Zhao Che smiled contemptuously. If he only wanted to rely on others for help in everything, he might not be able to live alone since he was six years old.

Moreover, as the son of Great Qin, behind him is the First Emperor of Qin, Fusu the Second Second Emperor of Qin, Li Si, the left prime minister of Great Qin, Meng Yi of Shangqing, and Wang Ben, Marquis of Tongwu.