"evil……"

Liu Xie couldn't restrain the resistance of his digestive tissues and organs, so he put the rod paste into his mouth and spit it out in one gulp.

"Bring some water!" Fei Qian waved back and handed the water bag to Liu Xie.

"Evil...evil..." Liu Xie took the water bag, gargled and vomited, and finally got rid of the nausea. He gasped and looked at the small half bowl of rod paste, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

"Your Excellency...Oh, Your Excellency, I, this, that..." The old farmer was so frightened that his originally dark face turned pale, he couldn't speak clearly, and he didn't know how to position his hands and feet.

Fei Qian waved his hand and said: "Don't worry, I'll be fine... I would like to ask how many bowls of this stick of paste can one person eat in one meal? Are there other ingredients?"

The old farmer replied: "The noble man was joking and eating a few bowls... In the current season, the noble man knows how to farm mulberry trees. Where are the other ingredients, just these stick paste... One meal can barely feed one person.

The bowl is pretty good..."

Fei Qian nodded, then faced Liu Xie, was silent for a while, and said: "Only men who work in the fields can eat such things every day. One meal can only be a bowl. If it is a wife or a child, most of them will eat less."

Half...a day's work, just these two bowls of stick paste, nothing else..."

This is the food of the farmers of the Han Dynasty, and this is the life of the people of the Han Dynasty. Fei Qian looked at Liu Xie and said silently in his heart, welcome to the real world.

Liu Xie looked at Fei Qian, then at the pole, then at the old farmer, then turned to look at the cultivated field in the distance, silent...

"Come here, bring me the millet!" Fei Qian said, holding his hands towards the old farmer, "Thank you for your hospitality, husband! We came here, and there was a lot of disturbance, so we offset the trouble with this millet..."

The old farmer waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, no! It's already a sin if you fail to treat the distinguished guests well. How can you accept the guests' things again? If this spreads out, you will be a bad person... You must not do it."

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Fei Qian motioned to the guard to put down the corn bag, and then said: "I don't have to refuse... If you really compare it, this bowl of stick paste cannot be said to be more valuable than the corn in this area..."

After saying that, Fei Qian took Liu Xie and the group embarked on the return journey, leaving behind a confused old farmer who stared blankly at the remaining stick paste and the bag of corn.
Chapter completed!