Crossing town house man and wife

When he returned to the main hall and was about to eat the court food, Wu Ming pretended to be curious and asked about the origin of the clean room.

Sure enough, these things were also handed down from the palace, and it is said that they all came from the design of Zhan, the son of Qin III.

Yan Heng seemed to have a lot of admiration for this Qin III, but maybe he didn't want to face Wu Ming in embarrassment in silence, so he brought up this topic without saying anything. In short, before Wu Ming asked more questions, Yan Heng said He took the initiative to talk about the story of Qin III.

Judging from Yan Heng's narration, the Qin Dynasty here until the death of the first emperor is still the same as the history that Wu Ming knew. It is the same that Zhao Gao and Li Si colluded to establish a coercive edict to let Hu Hai succeed to the throne, and then forced him to death. Fusu and other princes and daughters.

Wu Ming had no sympathy for Fusu's death.No matter how the later generations praised him, as a person who really experienced that dynasty, Wu Ming knew very well that the first emperor would not pass the throne to Fusu even if he was in Zen.This is the same reason that in another dynasty in later generations, Emperor Kangxi first rejected the Eight Sage Kings when considering heirs.

Birth is not a problem. Kangxi’s mother is a Han, and Shihuang’s mother is someone else’s concubine. The birth of either is more problematic than their sons. The real reason why these sons are rejected by their own fathers is their ignorance. Wrong timing and position.

At that time, the first emperor was racking his brains to suppress the local powerful families, eradicate their private armed forces, and then strengthen the central government's control over the local area and stabilize the regime of the Qin Dynasty.But the idiot Fusu sang against him, listened to the instigation of a group of Confucian scholars, sang about benevolence, righteousness and morality, stood on the side of Shilu Shiqing's family that the first emperor wanted to suppress, and complained for their grievances.

It's no wonder that Emperor Shihuang liked such a silly and sweet son!

Although it was Zhao Gao and Li Si who forced Fusu to death, the will to kill Fusu may not be fake.At that time, Fusu had already been regarded as the spokesperson of the power of the family. Once other princes succeeded to the throne, Fusu would be pushed to the front of the stage as a banner in nine out of ten to compete with the succeeding prince for the throne.

In order to avoid this situation, it is normal for the first emperor to leave a will to kill Su Su.

But this edict should only be a trump card to help his successor avoid civil war. The original intention of the first emperor was probably to hope that it would never come in handy.It's a pity that he spent all his time and energy on governing the country and seeking immortality, and knew too little about his sons. He neither expected Hu Hai to be so cruel, nor did he expect Fu Su to be so stupid and sweet.

In the real history, Qin Ershi Hu Hai first forced his elder brother to death, then conspired with Zhao Gao to kill Li Si, and was finally forced to commit suicide by Zhao Gao's men.But here, Qin III conspired with Li Si to eradicate Zhao Gao, rescued the two brothers Meng Tian and Meng Yi, and finally put his own father Qin II under house arrest and took over the regime of the Qin Dynasty.

After taking power, Qin Sanshi used the methods of killing a group, shutting down a group, and teaching a group to divide and disintegrate the local tyrants who were about to move. It was to nip the imminent peasant uprising in the bud.

Hearing this, Wu Ming was sure that the so-called Qin III was a time-traveling man who rewrote history!

Just as Wu Ming wanted to ask Qin III how he died, the servants of the county guard's mansion had already delivered the court food——earlier.

Wu Ming had no choice but to take back his doubts, took the spoon from Jin Jiao, and prepared to have breakfast.

But when he scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge mixed with white rice and millet, and looked at the boiled beans and pickles next to the rice, as well as the neatly cut boiled eggs, Wu Ming immediately lost his appetite.

Millet, beans, pickled vegetables, and boiled eggs are all things he hates the most!

Does the cook in the Sheriff's Mansion have a grudge against him? !

Wu Ming threw down the spoon, raised his head and asked Yan Heng, "Hey, can you take me to the kitchen?"

Yan Heng was taken aback, looked at Wu Ming, and quickly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why, these foods don't suit you?"

"It's simply hard to swallow." Wu Ming replied with a look of disgust.

"You know how to spoon?" Yan Heng asked with interest.

"At least I know what I like to eat." Wu Ming pouted.

Yan Heng laughed, put down the spoon, stood up and said, "Let's go, I want to see what you can do."

"That depends on what you have here!" Wu Ming immediately stood up.

When he walked out of the yard, Wu Ming saw the steward Yan Chen again.

Yan Chen seemed to wait here deliberately to block Yan Heng, and when he saw him appear, he immediately greeted him, and after giving a deep salute, he leaned forward and whispered to Yan Heng in a low voice.

Wu Ming pricked up his ears and found out that he came to urge Yan Heng to take him to the old lady's place to meet relatives.

But Yan Heng was obviously more willing to fulfill his promise to Wu Ming, so he pushed Yan Chen aside with a wave of his hand, and continued walking towards the east kitchen with Wu Ming.

This guy must have a bad relationship with his family!

Wu Ming secretly guessed.

But the spiritual need of gossip is never as urgent as the desire for food and drink. In order to avoid the situation of going hungry with a bunch of irrelevant idlers, Wu Ming turned a deaf ear to the conversation between Yan Heng and Yan Chen, let alone pretending Convincing him to take himself there.

He didn't intend to really be his wife, and there's no need to recognize relatives or anything!

Wu Ming glanced at Yan Chen who was left behind, and suddenly began to wonder if this guy was Yan Heng's confidant.

As the first building in the city, the county guard's mansion is comparable in size to a residential area in later generations.

Wu Ming and Yan Heng walked around the mansion for a long time with a tail of maids and attendants, and finally arrived at the kitchen.

At this moment, the people in the kitchen had just prepared the morning meals for the entire mansion. Except for a few chefs who could take a break, the others were busy arranging things and making preparations for the upcoming daytime meal.

No one expected that the owner of the mansion would come over suddenly.

The steward of the kitchen hurried forward with several chefs, and saluted Yan Heng tremblingly.

"Madam doesn't like the court food you offer." Yan Heng expressed his intention of coming in a flat tone.

But before he could utter a more severe reprimand, Wu Ming, who had already gone straight to the kitchen, waved his hands back, and said without looking back: "Don't be nervous, I just came to see the ingredients. It's not you who did it." The food that comes out is not tasty, I don't like to eat the things you use to cook."

"Slaves are terrified." The steward of the kitchen hastily bowed and apologized.

Yan Heng didn't come to punish people either, seeing Wu Ming's soft words, he stopped talking and followed Wu Ming into the kitchen.

After all, this is the Sheriff's Mansion, and the entire kitchen is fairly clean and orderly, but limited by the raw materials of this era, no matter how tidy it is, it cannot be as spotless as a modern kitchen.

Wu Ming didn't pay attention to any red and white cases, and went directly to the place where the ingredients were placed, and picked them up to look at them.

There is no seafood at all, river fresh is just a kind of fish, and there are many kinds of vegetables, but the only ones he can name are leeks and radishes... Wait, is radish a vegetable?

Wu Ming scratched his chin uncertainly, but he confirmed the geographical location of this place—the northeast.

In this year, there is no such thing as south-to-north cuisine, but all fresh vegetables must be locally produced, and the big radish in front of me is the classic Northeast carrot.

Considering the territory of the Qin Dynasty, there are only two options left-Liaodong or Liaoxi.

Although he doesn't like radish dishes, the pickles mixed with dried radish sticks taste good.

Let them try some later, it's better than wilted pickles.

Wu Ming turned his attention to the meat while thinking.

There are only three kinds of meat in the kitchen, the most plentiful is lamb, a large piece of beef is placed in the best and cleanest place, and there is a piece of pork in the corner.

Preserved egg and lean meat porridge!

Wu Ming immediately remembered the breakfast he had before crossing over, but just after taking two steps forward, he was smothered by the smell of pork, and then remembered that pigs in this era are not eunuchs, and the smell... ...Hehe, definitely how coquettish and coquettish it is.

No wonder it gets thrown in the corner.

Wu Ming sighed, turned around, and went to check the condiments on the table where the sundries were placed.

Doenjang, meat oil, rice wine, salt, honey, brown sugar, vinegar...

No soy sauce, no prickly ash, no aniseed, no chili, and naturally no monosodium glutamate, chicken essence, thirteen spices...

No wonder the Ruan family stewed the chicken to that taste.

Wu Ming sighed heavily, then went to look at the cooking utensils on the stove, and found that there was no iron pot inside.

The tap water was blown out by the time-traveling man, why didn't he get out the iron pot? !

Taking a closer look, Wu Ming found that not only was there no iron pot, but most of the other cooking utensils and tableware were made of pottery, and there was no set of porcelain in the kitchen.

Can handle people but not tools?What a partial time-traveling man.

Wu Ming curled his lips and gave Qin Sanshi a bad review.

But the most important thing right now is to fill his stomach. Wu Ming went back to the staple food area to search again, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was flour in it, and it was finely ground white flour.

You can try *quiche instead.

Wu Ming immediately turned to the steward of the kitchen and asked, "Hey, is there any iron plate?"

"Ah?" The steward was taken aback.

"Copper plates are fine too!" Wu Ming remembered that iron in this day and age is a pipe product, so he changed his request to the next best thing.

"Go down and look for it." Yan Heng ordered coldly.

"No!" The steward left with a bitter face.

Wu Ming didn't wait any longer, turned over a clay pot, rinsed it twice with water, then poured the flour into it, and picked out two more eggs from the egg basket——

Wait, do you add the water first or the eggs first?

Wu Ming frowned, and decided to be conservative. He first added warm water to the noodles to make a batter, then beat in the eggs, stirred vigorously with chopsticks, added a small amount of salt, and continued to stir.

When he was almost done stirring, the steward brought in a round copper plate sweating profusely.

"Do you think this will work?" Guan held the copper plate in front of Yan Heng in advance.

"Ma'am, come and see." Yan Heng called Wu over.

Wu Ming looked at the so-called copper plate while continuing to stir the batter, and found that it was actually a large and beautifully crafted copper mirror, with symmetrical auspicious patterns on the back.

"Try it." Seeing that there was no copper rust on the mirror surface of the bronze mirror, Wu Ming asked the steward to put the back of the mirror down and the mirror side up, and put it on the stove to serve as a teppanyaki.

For things like lighting a fire, it is natural to find someone else to do it.Used to gas and rice cookers in later generations, Wu Ming had long forgotten how to control the fire in the stove.

Without waiting for Wu Ming's order, a cook stepped forward with winking eyes and helped Wu Ming control the flames in the stove.

The thermal conductivity of copper is higher than that of iron, and after a while, the surface of the copper mirror will be hot.

Wu Ming finally remembered to use oil, picked up the oil jar, scooped out a tablespoon of meat oil, and spread it on the surface of the bronze mirror. When he felt that it was almost done, he poured the batter on it.

At this time, Wu Ming remembered that he had to use a shovel, and quickly looked around——

Fortunately, there are still shovels. Although they are made of wood, they are also shovels, right?

Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately brought the wooden shovel over. When the side of the dough facing down was cooked enough to be turned over, he used the wooden spatula to turn the dough over.

In order not to make a fool of himself, he also quietly released his spiritual power to wrap the dough to prevent it from falling apart.

There is really no technical content in frying this thing, and soon, an egg pancake with uneven thickness is freshly baked.

Wu Ming just moved the omelette to the plate, and before he could taste it himself, a pair of chopsticks stretched out from the side.

"Hey--"

Wu Ming couldn't help staring.

Yan Heng ignored him, and tore off a piece on his own, put it in his mouth, savored it carefully, and nodded quickly: "It's not bad."

Wu Ming is very clear about how much his cooking skills are. Being able to make things according to local conditions is already a super-level performance, so he didn't think about whether Yan Heng's words were a compliment or a sarcasm, and returned to Yan Heng. After rolling his eyes, he picked up the chopsticks and ate the rest of the omelette.

It's really good, but the salt is not melted and it is not evenly stirred.

Fortunately, he put less salt in the first place.

Well, anyway, it's easier to swallow than Erchaozi porridge.

Wu Ming swallowed the last bite of the omelet, and then handed over the remaining batter in the clay pot to the eager cook beside her, asking her to do the trick and fry a few more omelets.