In the labor shed No. 10086, Lishan.

The living here are more than 100 workers from Yangcheng County.

They originally had more than 200 people, but due to illness and lack of clothing and food, two years have passed, but now there are only more than 150 people left.

These workers were all pulled over to build the imperial tomb by the Qin Dynasty.

This is also a major feature of the Qin Dynasty, called corvee service.

The Qin State can be said to be a soldier in the whole country. As long as men reach age, they must perform labor service or military service.

Even if you cannot go to the battlefield, you have to be arranged to go to a nearby county town to help the imperial court stand guard and repair the city walls. In your spare time, you have to receive combat training from the Qin army.

This is also one of the reasons why the Qin Dynasty was able to sweep Liuhe.

So in the low shed, many workers did not sleep in crowded areas.

In the middle of the shed, Gou Zuozi was secretly chatting with his good buddy.

"Dog Zuozi, what the immortal gave you today, do you think of what it tastes like?"

Gou Shengzi looked at the roof and said in endless aftertaste: "How can I remember that my tongue is almost swallowed into my stomach. But I will never forget the taste in my life. If I could eat it again, it would be worth it to die now."

"Baby, didn't you also drink a bowl of soup? What did you think it tastes?"

A boy called a baby is just about to answer.

There was a knock on the door outside the shed.

The dog Zuozi and the infant closed their mouths and breathed rapidly, fearing that they would make a sound.

Chen Chusheng was pushed to death and heard a knock on the door.

"Who?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door: "My fellow villagers, please open the door quickly, and the community will bring warmth."

"Wang Tai Sin, it's Wong Tai Sin who is back!"

The shed suddenly became boiling.

The instant noodles left by Huang He were cooked in a pot.

Two packs of instant noodles, I don’t know how many times I have mixed it with water, so everyone can taste the taste from the 21st century.

That kind of numb, sour and sweet taste.

The old Qin people all said it was OK after eating!

Since Huang He left, Li Zheng and the others have been waiting for each other all the time, looking forward to Huang He's arrival again.

Everyone welcomed Huang He happily.

Li Zheng was very experienced and sent two more clever ones to watch the wind.

"Wang Tai Sin, looking forward to the stars and the moon, finally we have you back."

Wong Tai Sin?

This is the first time Huang He has heard this title.

"Why are you calling me Wong Tai Sin? This doesn't sound like a serious name."

Li Zheng quickly explained: "The Supreme Immortal has something to do. This is also something we discussed together. The Supreme Immortal, your name is Huang He, and your magic power is wise. We such a noble person, dare not insult the Supreme Immortal, so we dare to call you Huang Daxian."

"If you are not satisfied, let's change it."

"Or it's called He Daxian?"

Huang He had a black line in his head, what about the He Daxian, if we continue to discuss it, I can control Che Chiguo alone.

"Wang Tai Sin is just Wong Tai Sin. The name doesn't matter, it's just a code name."

"I brought the food. Mr. Chen, please arrange a few strong guys to move with me."

As soon as I heard about the food, my front teeth were almost falling off.

"There is still food? Then the relationship is good, the big baby, the second baby, the third baby, wear clothes, and go to move the food with Wong Tai Sin."

Five hundred kilograms of rice

One thousand pounds of flour

Five hundred kilograms of pork

A super big iron pot (the kind that can be stewed with big goose)

Two bags of coarse salt for fifty pounds

......

When these supplies were moved from the Wuling God Car, the Wuling God Car let out a refreshing sigh.

It’s like a person has taken off a huge burden and finally can take a breath.

The big kid who carried dozens of kilograms of logs during the day was so pressed that he couldn't straighten his waist.

Carrying more than 100 kilograms of rice per bag, he walked as fast as he could.

Huang He was so scared that he was

"Slow down, it's dark and slippery!"

The road conditions in ancient times were really worrying. The pure dirt roads would be changed to the Yellow River when it rained and could not be taken at all.

Especially this is still in Mount Li.

If it weren't for the construction of the imperial tombs, many primeval forests had been destroyed, and I'm afraid humans wouldn't even have a place to settle down.

I was watching bags of food being transported into the shed, and tears were filled with excitement.

Food is the most important thing for people.

Huang He sent these foods to give them life.

It is no exaggeration to say a word of recreation.

"Wang Daxian, the little old man represents 156 blind dates in the township and kowtow to you!"

Not only the inner world, but also the dogs, infants, big kids, and second kids all kowtowed.

"Old Chen, isn't you going to make my birthday short? Get up quickly, get up quickly."

Although Huang He pretends to be a god, he is not a real god. He is a pure rabbit man with hot blood flowing in his bones.

Respecting the elderly and loving the young, this traditional virtue has been deeply engraved into his bones.

Facing Chen Chusheng and Gou Zuozi and other miserable people, Huang He had only sympathy in his heart.

"Old Chen, if you want to not lack food in the future, you have to listen to us and not kneel down casually."

"There is gold under the knees of men!"

After hearing Huang He's words, Li Zheng and others were stunned.

He murmured: "There is gold under the knees of men, and the40s are gold under the knees of men!"

"Good sentence, men have gold under their knees. Great immortal, what you said is so good!"

Huang He didn't know how much shock the words he said casually would bring to these ordinary people.

As the lowest Qin people, they did not have much chance to receive knowledge.

They have a lot of words in their hearts, but they cannot express them in words, so the lower the people, the more they desire knowledge and the more they respect scholars.

This is the same as most parents of students nowadays. No matter how hard or tired they are, they must let their children go to the best school.

"Okay, everyone is Chinese. I am the most soft-hearted and can't bear to see the poor endure hardships."

"This time I bring you rice and flour."

Huang He said, tearing open the bag containing rice and flour.

When white rice and snow-like flour appeared in front of the old Qin people for the first time.

Li Zheng, Dog Zuozi, Ying, Dawa and others were all stunned.

"What is this?"

"Rice?"

"I know the flour, but flour is not so white. Could it be snow?"

Rice is planted in many ways south of the Yangtze River. As a native of Yingchuan County, he rarely or never ate rice.

As for snow-white flour, in ancient times, there was no shelling technique, so the flour was mostly black and yellow, and it tasted loud.

The high-gluten flour bought by Huang He has traveled through more than two thousand years to the Qin Dynasty, which is simply a dimensional reduction blow.

It is no exaggeration to say that Qin Shihuang had never eaten such old egg flour.

Huang He asked someone to move the big iron pot in.

When he saw the super big iron pot bought by Huang He, Gou Zuozi was shocked.
To be continued...