Qin Shihuang could no longer stop drinking rice porridge.

He drank all the rice porridge, and finally licked the bottom of the bowl without any satisfaction.

"Old Qin, it seems that you like eating rice very much."

When Qin Shihuang heard this, he nodded vigorously.

It's not just like it, it's just like it too much.

"Since Lao Qin likes to eat rice, we will harvest rice after using this meal."

"Tonight, we will have rice and rice porridge to drink. We will have it every day in the future. When will we drink it until you are tired of it?"

After hearing Qin Yong's words, Qin Shihuang was so happy.

Can this thing be drunk enough? Can you still get tired of drinking it?

Qin Shihuang believed that it was absolutely impossible.

Because this taste is so comfortable.

If there were such delicious food every day, Qin Shihuang decided that the emperor would not do it at all.

Go and do whoever you love.

What's the point of being an emperor? It's not as good as the food on the deserted island yet.

Just as Qin Shihuang started to think about it, Qin Yong threw two roasted sweet potatoes over.

"Lao Qin, you can eat roasted sweet potatoes now. Let's eat them quickly. You can work if you have enough food."

Qin Yong spoke very generously.

After all, looking at Lao Qin's outfit, working is definitely a good way.

If I hadn't been surviving on the island for the past few months, my body would not have been as strong as it is now.

Even so, compared with Lao Qin, it is still several levels worse.

Not a heavyweight.

When Qin Shihuang saw the roasted sweet potatoes, he took it for granted that they were the same as raw ones, and he ate them as soon as he opened his mouth.

Although it is very hot and hot, Qin Shihuang likes to eat hot food the most.

In his own words, the hotter it is, the more comfortable it tastes.

This time Qin Shihuang had a tragedy.

He never expected that the roasted sweet potato would be so hot inside.

It's just like the charcoal in a brazier.

After siping, Qin Shihuang's tears came out.

He opened his mouth and blew the heat.

Qin Shihuang's appearance made Qin Yong laugh.

"Old Qin, you are really interesting."

"If you don't break the baked sweet potatoes and eat them, you won't burn your mouth."

After saying that, Qin Yong broke a roasted sweet potato himself, and the heat inside was sizzling up.

"Old Qin, I'm anxious to eat hot sweet potatoes. When the heat is almost gone, I can enjoy it slowly."

Qin Shihuang looked at Qin Yong's hand, and nodded very seriously.

So Qin Shihuang also followed Qin Yong's appearance and divided the roasted sweet potatoes into two.

When the heat inside is almost discharged, blow it with your mouth.

Then tear the sweet potato skin apart as you like.

Good guy, let's go down this.

Qin Shihuang could no longer be calm.

This taste is much better than eating it raw.

It is crispy and delicious when eaten raw, and it also has a few sweetness, which not only relieves thirst and makes you feel appetizing.

But after it was roasted, it changed to another flavor.

Not only is it sweet and delicious, but it also has a fragrance on your mouth. More importantly, every sip is so fragrant that it makes people feel at ease and makes people feel full.

Qin Shihuang began to think while eating.

A divine object! It is definitely a divine object!

Whether it is rice or sweet potato, they are species that are not available on the land of Daqin.

And these two species can make people feel happy and down-to-earth.

When drinking rice porridge, Qin Shihuang's eyes were filled with tears.

How great would it be if the people of Daqin could eat such food!

And this fine salt simply subverted Qin Shihuang's understanding of salt.

It can make the salt as white as snowflakes, and it is so evenly particles. Isn’t this a magic spell? What else can it be?

There is no reasonable reason to explain such a thing!

The salt of Daqin can be used as a weapon.

It's big like a child's fist, and it can definitely kill people when you hold it in your hand.

However, even if you can kill someone, no one will be willing to use it to smash someone.

Because salt is too precious now.

Not something that ordinary people can squander.

Even the small salt particles are about the same size as the fingernails, so how could there be such fine salt particles made by Qin Yong?

Qin Shihuang thought about it and chewed the roasted sweet potatoes. Two roasted sweet potatoes were put into their stomachs. Qin Shihuang felt that he was really full.

After all, there was a fat piece of meat and a bowl of rice porridge at the bottom.

Qin Shihuang was satisfied and prepared to take a rest.

The fatigue of the waves rushing to the island made Qin Shihuang want to have a good sleep.

However, Qin Yong's next words interrupted his dreams and desires.

"Old Qin, after eating and drinking, it's time to clean up the work."

"That piece of rice is enough for us to work hard for a few days."

"Dry well, steam the rice tonight and stew the meat."

Qin Yong spoke very generously.

After finally catching someone who helps with work, Qin Yong must invest some money.

Now standing on this island, the only thing that is attractive and tempting is food.

As for other entertainment programs, don't think about it.

Qin Yong had prepared the sickle for cutting rice a few days ago.

Fortunately, I prepared two more, because the sickles made of bamboo are definitely not as durable as steel, so Qin Yong took advantage of the good weather and polished a few sickles with bamboo.

Although Qin Shihuang was unwilling to accept it, he had to follow Qin Yong to the beach.

It is incredible that his dignified Emperor of the Qin Empire turned into a laborer.

"Old Qin, do you know how to use this thing?"

Qin Yong handed the sickle to Qin Shihuang and asked.

Qin Shihuang took the sickle and shook his head hard.

Not to mention how I used it, I have never seen this object before.

"I didn't expect that Lao Qin's hometown was a city-born person. I didn't want us to come out of the countryside. Although the harvesting of crops is mechanized now and no one can use people to harvest them anymore, we ordinary people still know how to use this sickle."

Qin Shihuang was so shocked by Qin Yong's words.

What urban people? What rural people? What mechanized harvesting?

And there is no need for anyone to harvest crops.

A paradise like a fairyland appeared in Qin Shihuang's mind.

Just when Qin Shihuang was thinking about it, Qin Yong had already bent down and started working.

"Old Qin, please be careful. The sickle should be cut to the roots as much as possible, so that you can use straw to make a mat for you tonight and also build a simple straw quilt for you."

"The excess rice we use to burn the fire, and the rice we make with straw, it tastes so delicious."

Qin Yong said this, and he couldn't help but feel salivation.
Chapter completed!