Xu Fei had already reacted, staring at the big pot of spiritual rice, a little stunned, and understood that he had been negligent, Chong'er didn't understand this, and he forgot to remind him.
The key point is that he usually doesn't worry about cooking, and Chong'er doesn't need to tell him how to cook. He always wants to make sure he's full, so that's it.
Xu Fei scratched his head and said awkwardly: "Brother Shiheng, it's really not Chong'er's fault..."
"Stop!" Yu Qing raised his hand, let go of Chong'er, and slowly pressed his palm on his heart. It was called angina pectoris, and it was a real heartache.
How much money can you steal from your senior brother by beating him up? This little book boy had a thousand taels of silver stewed for him casually. How could he be embarrassed if his three senior brothers found out? But he hasn't reasoned with it yet.
Who could stop himself from talking about "managing satiety"? He forgot that Xu Fei practiced external martial arts and had the style to practice hard martial arts. Such people often have a big appetite and need to eat a lot to maintain their body's consumption. , one of those people who just sit down in a hotel and just slap the table and order a few pounds of meat or a few pounds of wine.
How could I make such a stupid mistake?
I can only comfort myself. When the horse stumbles, I am outside the arena for a while, and I am dazzled by the opponent's identity as a scholar who is rushing to take the exam. I have made a huge miscalculation!
After thinking about it, Yu Qing waved his hand and said with great sadness and anger: "Eat, eat it all hard for me, and pull it after eating. From now on, no one is allowed to mention this matter to me, not a word, otherwise no one will I blame you for turning against me!" After saying that, he picked up his rice bowl and started eating like crazy.
He didn't understand why something happened as soon as he cooked the rice. He hurt someone last time and lost money this time.
Chong'er wiped away her tears and choked with sobs: "Master, you can keep some until tomorrow. I can still eat it if it's hot tomorrow."
"Well..." Yu Qing almost choked to death on the spot as he devoured the food. He raised his head, choked his neck, and rolled his eyes. He punched his chest twice before he could breathe again. He turned around and immediately looked for water to drink.
Xu Fei was also dumbfounded, "Chong'er, this is spiritual rice, which is different from white rice. The value of spiritual rice lies in the spiritual energy contained in it. There is a layer of film on the surface to seal the spiritual energy. Once it is cooked and swells, the spiritual energy cannot be locked in." If it stays, it will slowly pass away. Therefore, it cannot be kept for a long time after being cooked. It needs to be eaten as soon as possible within a certain period of time, otherwise it will be wasted."
He has also eaten spiritual rice, but only once. He cannot afford to eat it regularly.
Martial arts practitioners all know the benefits of eating spiritual rice, but many people are blocked by the threshold of 'can't afford it'.
His Xu Fei family was considered a wealthy family in a small place. How could one describe the extent of their wealth? You can use an analogy.
For an ordinary family, ten taels of silver is enough to feed a family for half a year.
His family's business is one where he can earn a few hundred taels a month without any problems, so he is considered a small wealthy family.
Therefore, it's okay to have a taste once in a while, but it's impossible to eat spiritual rice as food, and it's even more impossible to eat thousands of taels of silver in one meal like this.
"What are you talking about? Eat!" Yu Qing couldn't hold back his anger and roared again.
Xu Fei noticed his frustration, he smiled, and without being polite, he spread his arms and ate.
Chong'er wiped away her tears while adding food to the two of them.
The more you eat, the less you will lose. Yu Qing had this mentality in mind and worked hard to eat.
However, the food intake was really not good. People want to live up to their expectations, but their stomachs were not up to par. After a few bowls, they were full. They were so full that the rice was stuck in their throats and it was really hard to eat any more.
I wanted to lose less, but I couldn't push myself to death, so I had to stop and could only watch Xu Fei eating nonsense.
The more he watched, the more angry he became. He didn't want to see Xu Fei take advantage of him alone. In addition, Chong'er looked pitiful, so Yu Qing forced Chong'er to eat together.
Chong'er naturally didn't dare, but Yu Qing got angry and threatened him. Xu Fei also told Chong'er to calm down, and Chong'er then bit the bullet and ate it.
Chong'er wanted to eat something casually, but Yu Qing forced him to eat three bowls.
The rest, more than half of it, was all put into Xu Fei's stomach easily. Seeing him patting his stomach with a regretful look, he obviously didn't feel full yet.
Yu Qing hugged his full belly with both hands and went back with unspeakable pain...
On a sunny morning, there were seventy carriages and thousands of escorts. This was the lineup from various states escorting candidates to Beijing.
The three hundred and eighteen candidates left the academy where they were temporarily staying, and the group left the capitals of various states in a mighty manner.
After leaving the city, dozens of riders were in front of them to clear the road. All people within three miles in front of the traveling team were driven off the official road to find a place to avoid. They had to wait until the traveling team passed before they could continue on the road.
Of the seventy carriages, forty were for candidates.
There are eight candidates in a carriage, sitting in a three-three-two pattern, three on each side and two on one end.
Although it seems a bit crowded, it is relatively good. After all, there are horse-drawn carriages along the way.
It is impossible for each candidate to have a separate carriage. If there are more than 300 carriages, how long will the traveling route be and how many people will be sent to escort them?
The reason for arranging seventy carriages was because it was the best choice after careful calculation based on all factors.
Compared with the more than 200 bookboys accompanying them, the escort team only gave them ten carriages. It is impossible for more than 200 people to squeeze into ten carriages, not to mention that they are still responsible for the main luggage of the candidates.
The main function of the ten carriages is to carry the candidates' luggage, and the accompanying book boys take turns to get on the carriages to rest, most of the time walking behind the carriages. Most of the thousands of escorting officers and soldiers were walking, so how could a mere book boy complain.
Yu Qing failed to sit in the same car as Xu Fei. He saw Xu Fei being pulled into the car by four guys who wore a pair of pants everywhere.
Yu Qing didn't know any of the seven people in the car with him, and he didn't want to socialize with these people. He acted indifferent and deliberately kept a distance from his fellow passengers. Hearing the chatter and laughter of the seven people, he wondered if these people knew that there was a demon who wanted to kill the candidates. He secretly remained vigilant and turned his head to observe the movements outside.
There were hundreds of people in the escort team wearing gray cloaks and coats. Judging from their clothes, they were from the Sinan Mansion. Yu Qing had come into close contact with them this time.
Xu Juening and Tang Bulan also changed into the same clothes and were in the team. Yu Qing saw them, but they didn't notice Yu Qing.
What attracted Yu Qing most were the archers who were traveling with him. The bows carried by these archers were made of matte black and non-reflective metal bows. If he guessed correctly, they should be the 'Mo Shadow Bow', a kind of cultivation that does not lead to true martial arts. A strong bow that cannot be drawn at all in the realm, once drawn, the arrows have amazing shooting power, and can easily penetrate monuments and crack rocks.
There is basically only one kind of person who can master the 'Mo Shadow Bow' with ease, the great archer!
There were more than a dozen people carrying Moying bows on their backs, as Yu Qing temporarily observed in the car.
After the team sets off, they are on the road non-stop during the day. Unless there are special circumstances, they must rush to the next designated town on the same day. Just because there are too many people in the group, the general inns along the way do not have such reception capacity, at least in terms of accommodation, they cannot meet the minimum needs.
The inn is only responsible for supplying water to the team, or repairing and replacing individual carriages and horses after problems arise.
They will all have dry food for lunch. After arriving at the designated town, they will have hot food and a corresponding resting place.
At the designated place, have dinner and rest, wake up and have breakfast before setting off, and then have solid food for lunch. It is a similar cycle, which lasts for two or three months and does not end until you arrive in the capital. Even though there is a carriage, it is actually walking speed.
The first destination of the day before was close to the state capital, so the team arrived before evening.
A military camp in a county town was temporarily vacant for use by teams rushing to take exams.
The military camp that originally housed a thousand people suddenly came to have 1,780 people, and it suddenly seemed crowded, but fortunately there was a lot of open space.
When Yu Qing got off the carriage and looked around, his pupils suddenly shrank. He saw an old man with gray hair getting out of a carriage. He was also an archer. He was carrying a wooden bow with a body like a twisted tree root. , the color is burnt black, and there are many circles of silver spots on the surface, like eyes of different sizes.
If you guessed correctly, this should be the 'Qiulong Bow'. It is said to be the root of a certain tree that grows on cliffs. It is invulnerable to water and fire and is immortal for thousands of years. It can only become the bow body of the Qiulong Bow after special refining. , is a powerful bow controlled by a Xuan-level archer.
Look at the old archer who got off the first car. He is qualified to sit in the first car. His identity is self-evident. He is a Xuan-level archer!
Also getting off that car were the highest-ranking officials of the entire team, who were also the emissaries for this trip, as well as the person in charge of the escort personnel of the Sinan Mansion.
There were more than one. In the convoy that entered the school grounds one after another, another archer carrying a 'Qiulong Bow' got off the carriage in the middle, and one also got off from the vehicle at the rear.
A Xuan-level archer is already a terrifying killer-level existence, but three of them appeared at the same time? Yu Qing was secretly frightened. After a closer look, he found that there were forty or fifty martial-level archery masters.
These people alone can withstand thousands of troops. While Yu Qing sighed, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With such a powerful guard force, the monsters on the way should not be afraid...
There are not enough sleeping rooms in the military camp. The best rooms are for high-ranking civil and military officials, so naturally those great archers cannot neglect them.
Next are the candidates, who all sleep on the same bunk bed, with ten people sharing a room.
The miscellaneous rooms were left for the soldiers, and some tents were erected.
Some of the accompanying book boys also slept in tents, and there were not enough tents, so some of the book boys had to sleep under the eaves.
In previous years, this was not the case when going to Beijing. The book boy could also squeeze into the master's room to take care of the master's daily life. This time, the number of escorts going to Beijing doubled and doubled.
After Yu Qing finished his meal, he found the book boy Chong'er. Chong'er and a group of book boys were squatting on the ground in a circle in front of a wooden barrel. Each of them reached for a spoon and scooped out the paste mixed with vegetable leaves and poured it into a bowl to eat. I don’t know what it is, but it looks no different from pig food. Some of the masters and the well-off students frowned when they smelled it, and even tried it for a little bit and found it hard to swallow.
After Chong'er tasted it, he continued to pull it into his mouth with a muffled sound.
