Da Qin: I became friends with Zhao Zheng

Chapter 7, Hawthorn Tree
After practicing the ten words, Yao Xing clung to Zhao Zheng in excitement and refused to let go. This was Qin Shihuang, so he had to stay close.

Zhao Zheng's cheeks turned red. He wanted to push Yao Xing down but didn't dare to use too much force. He was beaten by Yao Xing and had no choice. He simply suggested taking Yao Xing out to play. Zhao Ji's food hadn't been cooked yet.

Yao Xing was unfamiliar with everything around her, so it would be nice to have someone to familiarize herself with. She followed Zhao Zheng out happily.

"There is a mountain over there. We can go there to play. We can just look for rabbits." Zhao Zheng took Yao Xing's hand and walked towards a nearby mountain, which was also the only mountain in the city.

Zhao Zheng was very familiar with the mountains. He prepared a trap in a few seconds and then took Yao Xing aside to collect herbs.

Yao Xing also wants to make some money, which is better than just eating and drinking for free.Although Zhao Ji is very kind to her now, this kind of temporary goodwill is different from living together for a long time, so Yao Xing cannot always pin her hopes on others.

"Brother, are these herbs going to be sold?" Yao Xing asked innocently, looking at the unfamiliar herbs in his hand.

Zhao Zheng explained to Yao Xing while picking herbs: "This herb is not valuable. You have to dry it when you go back. It doesn't taste good and you can't sell it."

Can’t sell it… So where did these herbs go?
"Where are you going to take that?" Yao Xing asked in confusion.

"Send it to the grain store and exchange rice with the grain store owner." Zhao Zheng answered naturally and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Maybe he also knows that as the wife and children of escaped hostages, it is normal for them to receive some unfair treatment.

Yao Xing had nothing to do and was walking around with Zhao Zheng. Suddenly he found several trees with red fruits growing on them, with lush branches and abundant fruits.

When Zhao Zheng saw Yao Xing walking towards the fruit, he thought Yao Xing wanted to eat it, so he quickly reminded him: "That fruit doesn't taste good, it's sour!"

That's it, the hawthorn tree.

I didn’t expect to encounter hawthorn trees, the raw material of candied haws, here.Before time travel, various short food videos dominated the screen, and Yao Xing also followed them out of boredom. This candied haws of sugar is one of them.

"Brother, have you ever eaten candied haws on a stick?" Yao Xing looked excited, as if she had already thought about making candied haws and selling them for a lot of money.

The writing brush is a big business, whether it can be made is still one thing, and even if it can be made, you will not make money immediately. If you want to change the current economic situation, you have to be able to make sugar-coated haws.

Zhao Zheng shook his head: "What is Candied Haws? Is it candy?"

That's good, there is no candied haws in this era.

Yao Xing grabbed Zhao Zheng's hand excitedly: "Let's pick some of this fruit and take it back. I'll make something delicious for you!"

Although Zhao Zheng didn't know why Yao Xing was picking this unpalatable fruit, he didn't refuse Yao Xing's request. Anyway, they all carried bamboo baskets, so there was only a little space left.

Zhao Zheng obviously goes up the mountain often and is very familiar with the paths and traps. After picking half a basket of hawthorns, there is also a gray rabbit in the trap.

Zhao Zheng stretched out his hand to lift the rabbit out, tied its front legs with a rope, and put it into the bamboo basket behind him.When going down the mountain, he held Yao Xing's hand tightly, for fear that Yao Xing would slip and fall. The height of the mountain means that falling down would not be a minor injury.

When she got home, Zhao Ji had already eaten and went to take a nap.Zhao Zheng opened the lid of the pot with ease, took out the food and placed it on the table. He didn't even give Yao Xing a chance to lend a hand, even the rice was served to Yao Xing and placed at hand.

Yao Xing felt inexplicably sorry for his ancestors by doing these things for him as Zhao Zheng.

(End of this chapter)