Chapter 11 Chapter 11 She is my sister
Hu Tou finally followed Zhu Dan back to the Meng family villa, but he refused to stay and just said he came to see how tofu was made.
Zhu Dan didn't force it.
It was still early when they returned, and Zhu Dan wasn't hungry. He first checked on the beans he had soaked this morning, crushed them with his fingers, and nodded, "Not bad, it's done."
The housekeeper immediately asked the servant to grind the beans. He was really afraid that Zhu Dan would do it himself.
Of course, the butler had another worry. He found that Zhu Dan didn't use the servants in the other courtyard much, which was not a good thing.
But Zhu Dan didn't think too much about it. She was just a guest and felt embarrassed to trouble the host. But she couldn't refuse the housekeeper's earnest look, which said, "If you don't let us work, we will have no way to survive."
After arranging the tofu making, he went into the kitchen to make brine and then sold it to people who wanted to make tofu.
As a result, the butler called the chef right after that.
Zhu Dan: “…”
Okay, as long as you are happy.
"You make the brine, and I'll prepare dinner."
Chef: “…”
The housekeeper smiled with difficulty: "This brine helper can also do it, why not let him come, and let the chef prepare dinner."
That’s OK, Zhu Dan thought. With my cooking skills, I can only talk a little, and I may not be as good as others who have been doing it for years.
"In addition to the fish and tofu soup, let's make a dish of braised pork with tofu. Is there any fish in the kitchen?"
"Yes." The housekeeper said quickly.
Originally, he didn't buy fish because the fish meat was fishy, bitter and had many bones, so the nobles didn't like to eat it. It was usually made into fish sauce.
However, today when he followed Zhu Dan out to sell tofu, he saw with his own eyes how delicious the fish and tofu soup she made was, so he immediately asked someone to prepare fresh live fish and keep them in the tank.
It was indeed used.
"You don't need me to teach you how to kill the fish. Let me tell you about braised pork with tofu. Actually, what I want to eat most is Mapo Tofu. It's a pity that Daqin doesn't have chili peppers. They are still overseas. But I remember that dogwood is local."
Zhu Dan suddenly looked at Meng Qi and said, "Do you know dogwood? It's a spicy spice that tastes spicy."
The other party has eaten Tuojiang and maybe also eaten Cornus officinalis.
As a result, Fusu shook his head in confusion.
"No? I remember..." Zhu Dan was startled and changed his words, "Dogwood is from Shaanxi. Isn't Shaanxi the hometown of the Qin people? How could you not know that?"
It is indeed Fusu from the old Qin: "..."
Although he already knew that Zhu Dan was no ordinary person, when he heard her say this with his own ears, Fusu still felt that she was indeed a disciple of a god.
"Forget it, I'll write a letter to His Majesty, and you, Monkie, will write it for me."
Fusu quickly recovered and said, "Your Majesty, do not trouble me with such a trivial matter."
"We're not asking Brother Zheng to go find him personally." Zhu Dan felt that Meng Qi was being unreasonable. "We've been out for so long, it's time to write a letter to Brother Zheng."
"Has it been a long time?" Fusu was bewildered. "Didn't we just arrive in Lantian County yesterday?"
Zhu Dan shook her head: "What do you know? Feelings are formed through connection. Even if I leave Xianyang, I must let Zheng Ge know that I am thinking about him all the time, so that some villains won't take advantage of the situation." She deliberately emphasized the word "villain".
That’s right, I’m talking about Hu Hai and Zhao Gao.
She had only met Hu Hai and had not met Zhao Gao, but she did not dare to underestimate him. The reason why he was able to forge the imperial edict when Zheng Ge died two years later was because he had Zheng Ge's trust.
Fusu had a strange expression on his face. If it weren't for Zhu Dan's pure and natural eyes, he would almost think that Zhu Dan admired his father.
However, the words "emotional connection" moved Fusu, and he had a very unpleasant argument with his father before leaving.
He insisted on his own opinion and refused to give in, but this was Zhu Dan's letter, so it shouldn't matter.
After watching Fusu write for three full bamboo slips, Zhu Dan went to find Liu Bai with satisfaction.
Liu Bai saw Zhu Dan's frightened eyes and took a step back.
"What do you mean?" Zhu Dan frowned.
Liu Bai forced a smile: "No, nothing, is there something important that Mr. Zhu wants to talk to me about?"
He was almost wailing in his heart, thinking, after those guards had finished grinding the millstone, it was now my turn?
But even Prince Fusu is no exception, what can he do?
Zhu Dan knew that Liu Bai had something against her, and she was not the kind of person who would flatter someone who was not accepted.
Who is Liu Bai? He is neither a historical figure nor a very useful member of the Mohist family.
So he said in a very businesslike manner: "I have a pattern for you to draw."
Liu Bai cheered up.
Zhu Dan called the two Qin Mos over again. "I don't remember what a water mill looks like. Let's work together to design it. Let me tell you how it works. It uses water power instead of human power. Water falling from a height exerts a force. Have you ever stood under a waterfall or by a flowing river and felt the rush of water? This rushing force is exactly what I need."
"So we can do this." Zhu Dan found a stick and drew a waterwheel on the ground.
She still remembered the waterwheel, which looked like a Ferris wheel.
"The waterwheel generates this power to turn the millstone. Human power is finite, but water power is infinite. Furthermore, humans need to rest, but the waterwheel doesn't. It can keep turning the millstone. If we can develop a water-powered mill, it can grind not only beans but also wheat. Then everyone won't have to eat hard wheat rice anymore."
She looked at them and asked, "Do you understand?"
The two Qin Mo stared at the waterwheel and millstone on the ground, but Liu Bai looked confused.
Although Zhu Dan knew that the Mo family were experts, even if he had never been exposed to this, he could still be inspired by looking at the simple pattern he drew on the ground.
Liu Bai is an outsider and cannot compare, but his performance made Zhu Dan feel a little uneasy.
She suddenly remembered that Eastern painters tended to be more impressionistic, and they focused on making their paintings look like the real thing. However, Zhu Dan had been an alchemist in the world of cultivation for three hundred years, and what he valued most was precision and accuracy.
Precision: Even a slight difference in the amount of alchemy materials can lead to a huge mistake.
Accuracy. She needs a certain medicinal material, so of course she has to draw it exactly the same. Otherwise, people will spend a lot of time submitting the task, only to find that it is not the same at all?
Should I give this reward or not?
I feel like I'm losing out if I give it to Zhu Dan, but I also feel like I'm losing out if I don't give it to her.
Did the painters of the Qin Dynasty understand space and modeling?
No way! Zhu Dan immediately put teaching Liu Bai how to sketch on the agenda.
This person is still young and should not be so pedantic as to think that this kind of photo is too artificial.
Zhu Dan brought a box and first taught Liu Bai the knowledge of three dimensions, how to locate an object by its length, width and height.
Liu Bai: “…”
Zhu Dan warned solemnly: "I don't care what you think of me. Anyway, you were sent by Brother Zheng to draw the alchemy things for me. You have to do whatever I say. I demand precision from you."
"For example, if you draw a stone, it has to look exactly like a real stone. Even a 60-year-old man would know what it is. Do you understand?"
Liu Bai's face was filled with grief and indignation: "This is impossible!"
He forgot his fear of Zhu Dan and felt that this was making things difficult for himself.
I, a poor man, cannot read a single word, so how can I know what painting is?
"Nothing is impossible." Zhu Dan said calmly, "Just learn from me."
Liu Bai was doubting his life, while on the other side, the letter Zhu Dan wrote to Ying Zheng had arrived at the Xianyang Palace.
Having received the king's instructions, the guards did not dare to be negligent. They rode their horses all the way and walked hurriedly after entering the palace.
He did not see Hu Hai walking towards him not far away.
"Isn't that the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard?" Hu Hai recognized him and was puzzled. "Didn't he escort Fusu out of Xianyang?"
Hu Hai came to please his father early this morning because he had made him angry yesterday, but Ying Zheng was busy with state affairs during the day, so how could he have time to see him?
He had no choice but to wait until dinner time, but when he asked for an audience again, he was told that his father was still handling government affairs.
Hu Hai looked at Wang Changshi viciously for a long time and left angrily, but he did not really leave. He waited until the dinner time Wang Changshi said, and saw that the palace servants really started to serve the meal, then he realized that Wang Changshi had not lied to him.
Hu Hai was terrified. When did his father change the time for dinner? But he was completely unaware.
He was now staring intently at the bamboo slips held high in the deputy commander's hands. "Could it be that Fusu has surrendered? Has he come to apologize to my father?"
I walked into the hall subconsciously, and indeed heard the word Fusu, and vaguely heard the word Zhu Qing. Who is Zhu Qing?
Why did my father speak of him so kindly?
Hu Hai was very wary of any brothers or sisters who would steal his father's favor. Even though Zhu Qing was a minister in the court, Hu Hai was very unhappy because he was related to Fusu.
Unconsciously getting closer.
"Master Hu Hai." Attendant Wang stopped him with a smile, "The king has important matters to attend to. Please wait a moment."
This time Hu Hai did not get angry, he just looked at him deeply and said: "Okay."
Zhu Dan didn't know that Hu Hai had set his sights on him. Even if he knew, he would only sneer: Come on, let's fight head-on and see who is the egg and who is the stone?
She instructed the chef to make braised pork with tofu. She ate until her stomach was full and sighed with some satisfaction: "This braised mutton with tofu is not bad. It would be even better if it was pork."
Everyone looked at her in horror.
"Pork? Is this edible?" Xiang Lichun frowned in disgust.
Hu Tou didn't dare sit at the same table with them, but he was also given the mutton and tofu, which made him bolder. He couldn't help but interrupt: "Pork is not good, it's smelly and smelly."
"That's because they didn't handle it properly." Zhu Dan was very confident. She decided to deal with this after the tofu issue was resolved.
Pork is a very important source of meat.
Tiger Head said quietly, "But I see they all keep pigs next to the toilet."
He didn't say the rest of the words, but everyone who understood immediately couldn't help but vomit.
Zhu Dan's face also turned a little blue, and he looked at Hu Tou steadily.
Hu Tou suddenly twisted his fingers nervously: "Mr. Zhu, did I say something wrong?"
"You're so brave, little brat." Zhu Dan snorted coldly, "It's getting late, you should go back."
Hu Tou's face turned pale and his legs trembled as he was about to kneel down.
Zhu Dan quickly supported him: "What are you doing? You said you didn't want to live here. If you don't go back and have a good rest now, how can you still work for me tomorrow?"
Hu Tou looked at her cautiously and said timidly, "Can I come tomorrow?"
"Of course." Zhu Dan went to the kitchen and took out a food box. "This is what I asked someone to leave for you. It's a midnight snack. Remember, you still can't eat too much."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhu." Hu Tou walked away with the food box in his arms, grateful.
Zhu Dan curled his lips and said, "This little brat is quite brave."
She saw Hu Tou's temptation.
However, if it was just for himself, he would probably observe quietly for many days. Now he is so anxious, there must be a very important person in his family who is worth taking the risk.
Zhu Dan guessed that his family couldn't wait too long, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.
She was lying on the bed, counting the spiritual energy in the alchemy furnace with excitement on her face. The housekeeper came hurriedly and said that Hu Tou had come to the door with a child on his back.
The child suffered from vomiting, diarrhea and fever.
She quickly put on her clothes and went to see.
"Have you seen a doctor yet?"
The housekeeper said, "I've sent someone to invite him."
Zhu Dan hurried in. There was a strange smell in the room. Uh, the child had diarrhea and was still vomiting into the ceramic basin. However, it was obvious that he could not vomit anything. It was all sour water from dry retching.
Hu Tou was so anxious that he was running around. When he saw Zhu Dan coming over, he knelt down immediately.
"Get up," Zhu Dan said sternly. "I don't like this. If you don't want to delay your brother's treatment, be quiet."
She simply grabbed the child's hand and released her spiritual power, trying to make him feel better before the doctor arrived.
Unexpectedly, when the spiritual power entered the child's body, it naturally circulated in his body, and then Zhu Dan suddenly knew the cause of the child's illness.
I hadn't eaten much for two days and was too hungry. Then I suddenly ate mutton, and my stomach couldn't take it.
Zhu Dan was in a heavy mood.
Even in later generations, people have only been able to eat their fill for the past thirty or forty years.
There are too many children like this.
But isn't this why I'm working so hard to create opportunities for alchemy? Zhu Dan's eyes were determined. As long as there was enough spiritual energy, it wouldn't be difficult to increase grain production.
Spiritual power can only stabilize the situation but cannot cure the disease. Fortunately, the doctor came and prescribed a bowl of medicine for the child to drink, and the child finally stopped vomiting.
Zhu Dan pinched her nose, disgusted by the smell, and said to the housekeeper, "Boil some hot water and wash him clean."
"No!" Hu Tou refused loudly.
"It has to be done even if it's not possible." Zhu Dan said firmly, "Do you know what it means that illness comes from the mouth? Do you not want him to get better by keeping him dirty?"
Was this the reason for his illness? Hu Tou hesitated.
Zhu Dan waved his hand and was about to ask Jiawei to pull the person away, but suddenly Hu Tou's face flushed and he said, "She is my sister."
Although he spoke very quietly, Zhu Dan heard it and looked at the child in surprise. The child was so dirty and so small that it was impossible to tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
But what Hu Tou said couldn't be false, so Zhu Dan asked the housekeeper to find a maid.
The maid was very efficient and soon the child, looking brand new, was brought back.
There was unstoppable surprise in her eyes.
Zhu Dan looked over and immediately understood the reason.
This child is very good-looking.
Although she is still thin, she is not skinny because she has only started to starve herself in the past two days. She has a little bit of flesh and an almost perfect bone structure. Even though she is only eight or nine years old, you can tell that she is a beauty.
Suddenly, the child's long eyelashes trembled, and he seemed to be waking up.
At this moment, the alchemy cauldron in her soul shook. Zhu Dan looked over immediately and unexpectedly discovered that it was she who had contributed spiritual power to her.
It’s not low, there are eighteen strands in total.
More than what Monkey gave the first time.
Is it because I saved her?
"Brother." As soon as the child opened his eyes, he looked for Hu Tou.
Hu Tou quickly stepped forward and held her hand: "I'm here."
Zhu Dan moved her ears. Comparing the two, the child's voice seemed even more pleasant.
Speaking of famous beauties during the Qin and Han dynasties, she thought of Yu Ji.
But Yu Ji should be in Jiangdong now, and Xiang Yu is in Jiangdong.
Zhu Dan glanced at Hu Tou, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: If the little girl is Yu Ji, he can't be Xiang Yu, right?
Xiang Yu was not a beggar who could only beg for food on the street. He was a nobleman of the Chu State and was raised by his uncle Xiang Bo.
As for Yu Ji, Zhu Dan pondered, there was too little information about her.
She was a little concerned about the strangeness of the alchemy cauldron.
There is also Monkey, who also contributed spiritual energy. If the child is Yu Ji, would he not be an ordinary member of the Meng family?
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