I handed in the sand sculpture through the book system

Du Heng was alone in the wing room, anxious and anxious for three or four hours, and under great pressure, he was already hungry and unable to restrain himself.But when I saw the sea bowl in the wooden box, my heart jumped suddenly, and I completely forgot about my hunger.He took a careful look at the door, but saw Xiao Qin standing at the door bored, not only completely ignored the priceless kiln porcelain on the wooden box, but also smiled to himself:

"Please eat. I will clean up later."

——Could it be, isn't this a misjudgment of the person who brought His Royal Highness King Hengyang's meal here?

Du Heng hesitated for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to ask, so he could only point his fingers to hold the rare big bowl - the tentacles were warm and delicate, the luster was soft and crystal clear, just like the best suet jade.In comparison, even the official kiln imperial wares that Du Heng had the honor to see were really rough and clumsy.

He put down the sea bowl tremblingly, and after opening the partition, he saw five more bowls and dishes, large and small, exquisite and clear, all of which were exquisite kilns.Even though he had already made some preparations, Du Heng couldn't help feeling dizzy and feeling like a drum beating when he suddenly saw so many rare treasures.

Hengyang, what is the role of this wave of mysterious figures under King Hengyang?

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... However, shock is shock, dizziness is dizziness, and after a few chopsticks, Du Heng immediately kept waving his hands, and did not hesitate to get down to work—God, in the middle ages, the pathetic diet science and Under the limitation of material technology, no matter what delicacies are in the sea, river, land and air, they are just a few cooking methods of steaming, roasting, stewing and shabu-shabu. Porridge and minced leeks... As for the seasoning, there is no restraint, and the idea of ​​​​sweet, salty, oily, and stuffy is desperately pursued, and there is even a honey sauce that washes the pot with sugar water.With the blessing of double thinking, the food in the Middle Ages can only be described as torture.It’s fine if you eat devil’s food all the time, but once you encounter modern food prepared with various techniques, spices and umami flavors, it will be an inhumane dimensionality reduction blow, just like fairy palace delicacy in pigsty scum...

Therefore, after 10 minutes, Xiao Qin went back and forth, and only saw six clean dishes on the table.Even though Xiaoqin saw a lot of big-bellied men in the army in the cooking class, he was not even slightly surprised when he saw such a large amount of food.But eating clean is the highest compliment to a chef. Xiao Qin subconsciously smiled, appreciating this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy more and more.He came up to clean up the dishes, and said with a smile, "Mr. Du has a good appetite. You can rest after eating. Tomorrow we—the King of Hengyang—have something to entrust to you, sir."

Du Heng rolled his eyes and forced himself to look away from the piece of oily ginger left on the plate, and then cupped his hands reluctantly: "Thank you for your envoy, I don't know what is your Highness's order?"

Xiao Qin smiled: "It's nothing. The King of Hengyang wants to train the villagers, because the accent here is difficult, and I want to ask you to be an interpreter to pass on the news."

Du Heng naturally crossed his hands to salute, and respectfully agreed.After Xiao Qin put away the wooden box, he leaned over to bid farewell according to the instructions, but accidentally saw the hem of the clothes of the envoy surnamed Qin.The dark blue clothes are lifelike, but it looks like a small bright moon.

Of course, there is nothing unusual about the bright moon pattern.But when Du Heng lowered his head and caught a glimpse, he always felt that the hollows around the pattern were smooth and neat. Why does it look more and more like... Kesi?

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In order to save precious electric energy for the necessary machines, and because the first day was exhausting after trekking across mountains and rivers, they chatted a little after dinner, and after arranging the manpower on duty in various places, everyone washed up and went to bed.

Sleeping so early meant waking up earlier, of course. When Mu Chen woke up from sleep, she opened her eyes and found that there were still stars outside the window. She looked at her watch again, and it was 04:30 in the morning.

——So in the future, when he spreads online trolls, he can be full of self-satisfaction and mock those slackers with confidence: Who of you has seen the sky at four o'clock in the morning?

It's still early spring in March, and it's as cold as an icehouse at four o'clock in the morning.Mu Chen huddled under the warm and soft blanket for a while, but in the end she couldn't bear the condemnation of her conscience, so she put on her clothes and got out of bed resentfully.After finishing his grooming by the starlight (thankfully, he had prepared a kettle), he walked into the courtyard behind the government office in the dark. The water mist is lingering, let alone a big pot that can cook half a pig.

Mu Chen rushed over to keep warm.He stretched out his head by the light of the fire, and saw a black-green bubbling pot inside, which looked a bit like a witch's potion.

"……what is this?"

"Breakfast for the locals." Xiang Liang said, "They dug out seven or eight hundred shi of grain from the ground of Hou Rong's private house, washed and shelled it, and cooked it in such a pot."

Mu Chen glanced at the pot, then frowned.The rice seeds in the Northern and Southern Dynasties were extremely primitive, and the storage technology was also quite backward. Except for a few good rice exclusively for the royal family, ordinary rice did look like this hell potion when cooked, but...

"Although we don't have much food, there's no need to give them food, right?" He whispered, "Although they are already malnourished, this is too..."

"I know, I know." Xiang Liang sighed: "This is the opinion of Dr. Wang and Dr. Shu. Dr. Shu said that the stomachs of the local people are used to such rough meals, and switching to polished rice and white noodles in a hurry will cause serious problems. Severely irritate the intestines, and even cause stress-induced dysentery. So temporarily use this kind of thing to overdo it... Of course, considering the nutritional status, we added a lot of bone meal, white rice and oil to it, first to ensure the heat and Talk about protein."

When the two were talking, more than a dozen people were already tightly wrapped, and they walked out of the backyard gate with stools and tables. After a while, a small cart full of wooden bowls creaked out from the shadows.This is the process discussed yesterday.First, the security team took the refugees out of the backyard door, and then Dr. Shu led the medical team to perform a simple classification registration, and then entered the door to receive a whole bowl of hot porridge.The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled were sent to rest after eating, and the rest were led by Xiang Liang and others to do the most basic labor—such as cleaning up the gravel tiles scattered on the street

Seeing that the hot porridge was about to be cooked, footsteps could be heard in the dark backyard, but it was Du Heng, with his sleeves folded and his clothes neatly dressed, walking quickly in front of the crowd.He crossed his hands and bowed to Mu Chen. After Mu Chen bowed his head in return, he moved to the cauldron on tiptoe, looked around, and couldn't help asking:

"Your Highness——Is this something important, Your Highness?"

Mu Chen was a little puzzled: "A major event? No major event. This is just porridge for the victims. Time is short, so the preparation is, um, a bit crude."

He glanced at the boiling soup in the pot. Even if there is an authoritative explanation, he is really embarrassed: If such a thing is produced in modern times, it may be hanged on the wall by the inspection team to clean it up, and it will be permanently remembered by the Internet. Become a rat crossing the street that everyone shouts and beats...

Du Heng opened his mouth, but he was completely powerless and unable to speak.He was quite familiar with King Hengyang, so he naturally wouldn't misunderstand the embarrassment that flashed across Mu Chen's face.But it was also because of this that Du Heng felt an inexplicable absurdity - needless to say, since the two hundred years since his trip to the south, the lives of people have been like nothing. The old school and the people have rested for more than [-] years, and the world is full of Yin and rich people at home and abroad. The most boastful thing is that the people of Li have a mouthful of rice without rice bran, which is the so-called brown rice without rice bran.As for now...there are hundreds of hungry people outside, have you ever known what it's like to eat rice in your life?

And the pot in front of him, is it more than rice?No rice bran, no bark, no rice husk, just a pot of pure rice porridge, even - even sniffing carefully, there seems to be a little aroma of oil?

——Based on Du Heng's knowledge, even if the king of Hengyang wants to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor to reward Li Shu, this pot is too extravagant and wasteful.

But he lowered his head and took a careful look. Not only was King Hengyang calm and naive, innocent and ignorant of world affairs, but also the "advisors" who followed him calmly and calmly went about their business, as if they didn't realize what was wrong at all.

Du Heng's mind became more and more confused.

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Of course, no matter how confused Du Heng's mind is, he has to work honestly.First, two strong men took him around the big houses in various places in the city, woke up the refugees who had settled down one by one, and told them to line up to go to the backyard of the government office to get food.Then go to the deserted Buddhist temple and Taoist temple outside the city, beat the captives held here, and make a little identification to divide them, and pick some surrendered soldiers with clean hands to do some heavy physical labor.

Of course, there was a little hiccup in the middle.When they were about to go out of the city along the main road, Du Heng turned around a corner in front of him, and his eyes widened in surprise: the bricks and tiles in front of the city gate were in a mess, the ground was cracked and arched vertically and horizontally, and there was a ten-foot square in the middle. Big pit.

As for—as for the four weeks?Du Heng looked around tremblingly, the houses beside the city gate had disappeared, leaving only a pile of rubble high on the hill.

"This-this is?"

"Oh, this." The brother soldier who led him looked into the deep pit, "This—we don't know, maybe the ground has sunk..."

He coughed twice again to cover up, thinking that he had to give advice to the advisory group when he went back.Although it is limited to the system and cannot explain the real origin, it is too troublesome to keep being so vague in the past, and it is necessary to make up a set of rhetoric...

Du Heng's lips twitched, and he lowered his eyes instinctively.

If it's anything else, the cracks around the big pit are so deep and clear that they meander and grow at least seven or eight meters away.If this is a "subsidence", it is really an insult to his knowledge of traveling north and south with his master.

But—but, what would this pit be?

The world, is there such a thunder method in the world?

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the gate of the backyard of the government office was opened, and the rice fragrance tumbling inside came rushing towards them, which further aroused the thunder in the stomachs of the refugees who lined up in front of the gate, swallowing their saliva and looking around on tiptoe.But no matter how the fire of hunger burns, these refugees still dare not act rashly - they have been tortured by Hou Rong for too long, and they are afraid when they see the government office, and they dare not even say a word.

In order to speed up the efficiency, the cross-travel team is doing assembly work.Seven large tables were set up on the left side of the gate, and Shu Bai led soldiers with basic medical knowledge to be in charge of the inspection, and they were divided into several categories according to their physical conditions.There are five tables on the right side of the gate, and Bei Yan and engineer Duan Ke Duan of Shougang will coordinate and check.Engineer Duan led people to classify the positions according to the diagnosis results, and Bei Yan's people were responsible for recording: he prepared waterproof seals of seven or eight colors in his hand, and stamped the back of his hand as soon as the old Duan was divided.Then the refugees were brought into the gate to drink porridge, and received different amounts of food according to the color of the seal.After eating, rest for a while, and then someone will lead them to work on the street.

This process is extremely efficient, handling more than [-] people in less than an hour.But Bei Yan has been busy for a long time, and all he sees are taciturn refugees, and he can't help feeling a little bored.Fortunately, Duan Ke and Duan Gong next to him were classmates since seven or eight years in high school. The two of them simply chatted without saying a word because the refugees could not understand Mandarin and the soldiers next to them were busy and wandering around.

This kind of gossip is endless, from university scandals to national affairs, and then from national affairs to who invited the class last time, and finally the topic of chatting changed again and again, and somehow it involved yesterday's meeting.

"Let me tell you." Duan Ke looked carefully at the middle-aged man's palm, and said without raising his head: "The atmosphere was too weird yesterday. Obviously, Mr. Mu himself doesn't mind, why is Xiang Liang so courteous?"

"What's so strange about this?" Bei Yan snapped his hands up and down, signaling the next one to come up quickly: "Xiang Liang's order is to protect Mr. Mu's interests unconditionally, and he must fully consider Mr. Mu. If he doesn't Open your mouth, that would be dereliction of duty."

Duan Ke was a little surprised: "'Unconditional maintenance'? Isn't that too much? Don't we need to consider the impact? - Give him a red stamp, next one!"

"Influence? What influence?" Bei Yan stamped the red badge neatly: "Do you think the country will suffer from unconditional protection of Mu Chen?"

"It's not that you don't suffer, you have to be restrained, what if you ask for too much? Get a blue stamp, next one!"

"'Temperance'?" Bei Yan sneered and chuckled: "You are thinking too simply and too shallow...Let's put it this way, when the British Empire was at its peak in the 19th century, it had been practiced for nearly 100 years. Unconditional zero tariffs—in other words, no matter what tariff barriers other countries set up against Britain, as long as they are willing to trade with Britain, the British Empire will unilaterally exempt all tariffs. Guess why this is? It can’t be that Queen Victoria has compassion and wants Do you love late-developing industrial countries?"

Duan Ke opened his mouth and said only one sentence: "Red badge, next!"

Duan Gong is a standard male engineer in science and engineering. He can do machinery and construction without any problems. He is definitely not the opponent of Dr. Bei when he is engaged in international relations, economic history.

Fortunately, Dr. Bei didn't make a fool of himself. He stamped the red stamp and answered by the way: "Actually, the reason is very simple. In the 19th century, Britain controlled the entire global market, from North America to Russia, from China to India, everything in the world All factors of production are serving the empire... The more the empire reduces tariffs, the more it can promote trade; the more it can promote trade, the stronger and more powerful the empire's control over the world, the more profitable it is. This kind of So powerful that even the Emperor Napoleon could not match it... how can a mere tariff be compared with the imperial crown?"

He stamped two more seals, signaling the bewildered refugees to come to the gate to receive porridge.

"——In the same way, what do you think the central government is most afraid of? Could it be that Mu Chen is too demanding and the country is difficult to deal with? This is a bit ridiculous... Standing behind Mr. Mu is the world's largest industrial country. The power of this country is incomparable. The wealth created by this country in one day is more than the sum of thousands of years before the industrial age. With such wealth, is it still afraid to ask for it? As long as Mr. Mu plays his role well and perseveres To expand the communication between the two time and space, to expand a steady stream of resources and trade for this country-then, no matter what he wants to ask for, the central government can earn back a hundred times and a thousand times from the resources of another world. So The most frightening prospect is not that Mr. Mu will ask for anything, but that he can't bear the pressure psychologically, and even refuses to cross... In order to avoid this possibility and create an absolute sense of security for him, Xiang Liang's first task must be quite clearly."

Dr. Bay paused, then continued:

"He must defend Mr. Mu unconditionally without hesitation."

Duan Gong was taken aback.After dividing seven or eight people, he spoke again: "Well, I didn't expect there to be such Taoisms... But Xiang Liang wasn't the only one licking Mr. Mu yesterday, I think Dr. Wang's side drum was also beating at the right time."

Bei Yan hesitated.

"I don't know much about this." He whispered, "But I heard that there is a reason..."

He raised the seal, flattened his palm, and pressed it vaguely.

Duan Gong was startled for a moment, and then reacted:

"You mean—to pass on, to pass on the imperial seal?"