Chapter 7: Teach Your Children Early
"Apologize!" Zhao Yuanxi said in a very stern tone.
Ziying pouted in grievance, but he didn't dare to disobey his grandmother's words, so he could only apologize to Shu reluctantly.
Shu waved his hands repeatedly in fear, not daring to say a word. Chu stepped forward and pulled Shu's collar, "Madam, don't be angry. It's just a worthless little toy. If the young master likes it, take it."
Everyone was looking at Zhao Yuanxi at this moment, not understanding why she was angry.
Zhao Yuanxi's face was gloomy. A straw horse was indeed not a valuable thing, but Ziying knew how to rob people at such a young age. It made her feel as if she saw Ziying, who had grown up more than ten years later, bullying the weak by relying on his status.
Although Ziying is just a child now, it makes Zhao Yuanxi even angrier, and even makes her feel a little disgusted.
That is disgust for this era.
But when he saw Ziying's frightened look, Zhao Yuanxi suppressed his anger.
She picked up the straw horse on the ground and returned it to Shu, saying slowly, "Although the things are not valuable, they are also Shu's. Ziying has been spoiled. If he steals your things again next time, just tell me and I will punish him."
It is important to teach children early, otherwise it will be troublesome when they grow up crooked.
Ziying felt a chill all over his body, shrank his neck, and fearfully grabbed the corner of his grandmother's clothes, as if begging for her forgiveness.
Zhao Yuanxi didn't look at him again, but still held his hand when he left.
You can never abandon your own naughty child.
Ziying felt his nose sour and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. However, his hand was held by his grandmother, and the fear in his heart gradually subsided. He was finally able to free up his brain to analyze the matter.
He had always lived in the inner city of Yongcheng, where he could naturally take whatever he wanted, and even if the palace people had objections, they did not dare to object.
But now he is not in Yongcheng, and these people are not his slaves.
"Grandmother, I know I was wrong!" He turned around and apologized to Shu solemnly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken your things."
Zhao Yuanxi's expression eased a little and he patted Ziying on the head.
"No, it's okay. If you like this straw horse, I can give it to you." Shu's face flushed. He was going to take this straw horse home to give to his younger brothers and sisters, which was why he was reluctant to give it away just now.
But when he saw the child being scolded by his mother for stealing his straw horse, Shu actually regretted that he did not take the initiative to give it to the child when he was looking at the straw horse eagerly.
Ziying didn't dare to take it and turned to look at his eldest mother.
Zhao Yuanxi sighed and couldn't help but reflect on whether he was too strict. Ziying was just a child after all!
She couldn't help but hold her forehead, feeling that she had the potential to become a parent of a naughty child.
"If you like it, keep it. This is a gift from Shu, you can accept it."
Ziying then took the straw horse, hesitated for a moment, and then bowed to Shu and said, "Thank you."
Zhao Yuanxi was amused by Ziying's appearance. He was indeed just a child.
Hearing his grandmother's laughter, Ziying didn't understand and looked at her in confusion with his head tilted.
So, Zhao Yuanxi was once again attacked by cuteness.
The small educational crisis was temporarily resolved.
Chu family.
After finishing the guidance work in the field, Zhao Yuanxi followed Chu back to Chu's house. As soon as he entered the door, he saw He standing in the yard, and there was a man on the other side of the yard.
The man was about thirty or forty years old, with a big beard, an extremely strong body, and muscular body. He looked more like a butcher than a carpenter.
Chu introduced, "This is my brother Li. This is the Madam Zhao I told you about yesterday."
"I wanted to see you yesterday but didn't. I thought I would have to wait a few days. Fortunately, I'm lucky." Zhao Yuanxi said with a smile.
There was no joy on Li's face. He asked seriously, "I dare not. Madam, what is the matter with you looking for me?"
"Did you make this windlass yourself?" Zhao Yuanxi asked directly.
"yes."
"Did anyone teach you? As far as I know, this is a common thing in Chu. You probably won't see it in Qin."
Li's expression grew colder, his brows furrowed. "I've been to Chu before, and I thought this thing would be handy for getting water, so I made one for my family."
"Did you also modify it yourself?"
"yes!"
What a talent! Isn’t this the hidden craftsman among the people?
"Gao Sheng, go and get the silk cloth in the box in the carriage." Zhao Yuanxi hid his excitement and immediately ordered Gao Sheng.
Zhao Yuanxi unfolded the blueprint he had painstakingly drawn last night and said, "I have two things I need you to do. If you can do them, I will reward you handsomely."
When he heard there was a big reward, Li's expression remained unchanged, but when he looked down at the picture in his hand, his eyes were full of shock.
He licked his dry mouth and asked with difficulty, "Why did you do this, Madam?"
"You've been working in the fields for years, so you should be able to see the uses of these two things. This is a curved plow, which is used for farming. It's lighter and less labor-intensive than a straight plow. The other is a waterwheel, which can be used for irrigating the fields."
"From whom did you get this, Madam?" Li was very excited. If there were no difference between men and women, he would have grabbed Zhao Yuanxi's hand to ask for the answer he wanted.
Zhao Yuanxi coughed lightly, "I drew this, but I saw this in an ancient book."
Who can say that books after the Qin Dynasty are not ancient books for the 21st century?
"Madam, could you tell me where that ancient book is now?"
"It was burned!" Zhao Yuanxi lied with his eyes open.
When she drew this picture, she had already thought of the excuse. After all, countless books were burned in that era, so it was normal that those books contained some bizarre ideas.
Gao Sheng was a little surprised when he heard this. There were indeed many ancient books collected in the Qin Palace, but the Queen Mother didn't even care about state affairs, so why would she read books related to agriculture and sericulture?
He had been cleaning the library for a long time. Apart from the palace manager, no one knew the books in the Qin Palace better than him. He could guarantee that there were absolutely no such pictures in the Qin Palace.
Gao Sheng was puzzled. Why did the Queen Mother lie?
A hint of disappointment flashed across Li's eyes, and then he said seriously, "Don't worry, Madam. I will make the thing as soon as possible."
Zhao Yuanxi nodded.
Oak was busy studying new things and went into the backyard.
Now, Zhao Yuanxi finally had time to do another thing. She winked at He.
He understood what he meant and brought out a wooden basin from the house. In the basin was soaked beans.
"Yesterday, I saw the stone mill in your yard and it reminded me of a dish I once ate in the north. If you grind these soaked beans into a paste and add the little things I brought with me, you can make delicious tofu."
The production process of tofu is not difficult. Zhao Yuanxi has a friend in the School of Food Science who studies food, and soy products are his important research direction. From him, Zhao Yuanxi learned various ways to eat beans.
The current way of eating beans is mainly to steam them and then mix them with other foods. This is how bean rice and pea soup came about.
Although bean rice can fill your stomach, eating too much can easily cause adverse reactions such as indigestion and bloating.
Zhao Yuanxi even seriously suspected that the nobles did not regard bean rice as aristocratic food because eating too many beans would cause bloating.
Zhao Yuanxi described the tofu-making process in detail.
Following her method, Chu Hehe ground the beans into pulp, and as the millstone turned, the milky white pulp flowed down.
Ziying and the other two children of the Chu family squatted together, watching the increasing amount of soy milk in the wooden basin.
"Mother, this looks very much like goat's milk. Can I drink it?" Ziying looked at her eagerly with the look of a greedy cat, and there was no trace of the demeanor of a prince of Qin.
"Of course, I'll do it for you later!"
After the soy milk is cooked and rinsed with gauze several times, take it to the kitchen and boil it over low heat.
Zhao Yuanxi took a few wooden bowls, put a few pieces of malt sugar in each bowl, and poured the boiled soy milk into the bowls.
When she brought out the soy milk and prepared to give it to the little ones, she saw the three kids who had been squatting obediently beside her were now pulling the millstone in the same way as Chu had just done.
At first, Ziying was just directing from the side, but when he saw that the two people couldn't push the cart anymore, he finally couldn't help but take action.
One pulled from the front and the other two pushed from the back, and the millstone finally started to turn. The three children cheered loudly as if they had won a battle.
The children's laughter was so bright that the adults around them couldn't help but laugh along.
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