Stewing chicken with potatoes would take a long time, but roasting sweet potatoes was fast.
Not long after, a sweet smell filled the air.
Zhao Ye fiddled with a wooden stick in his hand and cried out in pain.
After a while, when the temperature of the sweet potato dropped a little, he gently untied the sweet potato's clothes, revealing the tender red skin inside.
After taking a bite, it was sweet and soft.
This was a touching feeling!
Wang Jian still wanted to ask how it tasted, but when he saw Zhao Ye start eating, he grabbed a sweet potato without any politeness and took off his coat.
"It's delicious and full! Good stuff! Good stuff!"
Xia Wuqi also picked up a sweet potato and started eating.
Brother Zheng watched the three of them eat happily and felt a little itchy in his heart.
Before Brother Zheng moved, Huhai moved first.
"I wonder if I can share it?" Huhai smiled and bowed.
"This is the Eighteenth Young Master, Huhai!" Wang Jian said softly.
Zhao Ye was stunned. Huhai looked gentle and refined, and there was nothing about him that made him uncomfortable.
Then he thought about Zhao Gao, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes.
Zhao Ye could not help but sigh when he compared the two's performance in history.
Life was like a play, it all depended on acting skills!
Zhao Ye was naturally not stupid enough to refuse. He just smiled and said,"Please!"
Huhai sat down leisurely, picked up the sweet potato, and took a bite. The sweet taste filled his entire mouth.
"Good! Good stuff!"
Huhai said with a smile.
When Brother Zheng saw this, he finally couldn't hold back the craving in his stomach and walked over.
Before he finished eating the sweet potatoes, the chicken potatoes were already ready.
A familiar taste, a familiar taste.
The only difference was that the people around him were no longer the same group of people he was familiar with.
Brother Zheng was very happy.
Sweet potatoes and potatoes were two types of food that had high production and were delicious to eat.
It was simply a divine item bestowed by the heavens!
With these two types of food, Great Qin no longer had to worry about its residents starving to death.
The ministers were also very happy. The commoners could eat and not starve to death. No one would want to cause trouble.
Zhao Ye instantly became the object of praise.
After all, he had killed Xu Fu and brought two types of food that could produce 500 kilograms per mu for Great Qin. As long as Zhao Ye did not seek death, his future would be bright.
Moreover, smart people like Zhao Gao, Hu Hai, and Li Si could also feel it from the Ancestral Dragon's attitude.
Zhao Ye was already in the Emperor's heart.
Most importantly, Zhao Ye still had Wang Jian, this golden thigh, behind him.
Wang Jian might not be leading troops now, but was only training the soldiers of the Lantian camp.
But what was Wang Jian's identity?
Great Qin's only Marquis Che!
Military elder!
With such a golden thigh, whether Zhao Ye was in politics or the army, his journey would be smooth sailing.
Although Brother Zheng had not mentioned the matter of rewards, Zhao Ye himself knew that the rewards would not be light.
However, what Zhao Ye was most anxious about was still to see those old fellows.
In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed. He did not know how the old fellows who had raised him back then were now.
......
Logically speaking, Zhao Ye should have been waiting for a reward.
However, after the Ancestral Dragon learned of Zhao Ye's intentions, he specially allowed him to return home first before rewarding him.
Thus, Zhao Ye rode a fast horse and set off on the journey home.
It was a familiar willow tree, but the old willow tree that had flourished in the past could only barely produce a few half-dead sprouts.
Zhao Ye slowly rode his horse into Disabled Elderly Village.
The house was still the same house. The blurry memories instantly became clear after he returned.
It was as if he had returned to that summer ten years ago, sitting quietly at the village entrance.
"Ye 'er!"
A voice that was 30% surprised, 20% surprised, and 50% sad sounded.
Zhao Ye poked his head out and saw an old man with completely white hair poking out of the house.
"Uncle Sheng?"
Zhao Ye got off his horse. Before he could walk over, a walking stick landed on his shoulder.
"You brat! You brat!"
Sheng hit her as he spoke, but the rain-like crutches did not hurt or itch his body.
"Why didn't you say anything!"
Sheng's voice was a little sorrowful, but the tone of the old Qin man's words made Zhao Ye feel very sad, but he still could not help but want to laugh.
"Ye 'er is back!"
Although Uncle Sheng's hair was white, his voice was still not soft.
The voice spread throughout the entire village, and there was a clamor from door to door.
One by one, the old people came out of the house.
Zhao Ye's gaze looked around a few times, but he could not find that familiar figure.
Zhao Ye had a bad feeling.
"Where's Grandpa Baimeng?"
Zhao Ye supported Sheng's body and asked carefully.
"Yes."
Sheng's voice was slightly sad.
" She left last midsummer and didn't get up after a nap."
"Buried behind the village."
Zhao Ye's hand froze on the spot, as if he had been struck by lightning.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。