Half a bowl of noodle soup, a few pieces of dough, some salt, a bowl of hot white water covered noodles were freshly baked, and Zhao Qi put his hands in the old woman's hands.

"The soup cake cooked by my grandson is white and tender, soft and soft, and it fits the old woman's teeth!" After a mouthful of hot noodles, the old woman's wrinkled face showed a satisfied smile.

"Be careful!" Zhao Qi handed the second side to Xiaozhu. Xiaozhu secretly glanced at the old woman. It was found that the old woman was not angry, so she quickly took it carefully.

Zhao Qi couldn't wait to pick a big bowl, and didn't care about burning his mouth. He picked up the bamboo chopsticks and sat directly on the ground, cushioning and swallowing.

Although there is only a little salt, no sauce, vinegar, hot and fragrant pork ribs, fat intestines and other sauces, Zhao Qi felt that this was the sweetest meal that he had eaten in twenty years. The pasta was softened and the wheat aroma was fragrant. There was also a sweetness after chewing it, which seemed to be very different from all the pasta that had been eaten in later generations.

The wind blew up the clouds. Zhao Qi ate three bowls in one breath, Xiaozhu and the old lady ate a large bowl each, and half of the pot of noodle soup was left to the bottom of the pot.

After eating, Zhao Qi leaned against the wall and stroked his belly with a burp.

I woke up from the mountain temple and now I have been hungry for most of the day, and I am finally satisfied.

"Okay, the soup cakes cooked by my grandson are delicious, but it's a pity that this noodles are expensive, so I'm afraid I can't eat them often!" The old woman leaned on the pile of firewood with satisfaction, and her eyes were filled with love when she looked at Zhao Qi.

"Don't worry, grandma, my grandson will go out to help with the work in a few days and earn money. In the future, buy more white flour and eat every meal!" Zhao Qi said with a smile.

"Oh, it's a pity that our family is poor, and your parents die early. We will make our grandson suffer from it in the future. It's late and it won't be seen dark. Go to bed early!" The old woman stood up slowly with her crutch, and Xiaozhu quickly stepped forward to support her.

"Don't worry about me, the old woman is still walking, clean up the dishes and serve the young master to sleep!"

The old woman rejected Xiaozhu's kindness and walked slowly into the darkness with a cane. Accompanied by a squirting sound and a gentle cough, the entire cave became quiet for a moment.

Xiaozhu quickly washed all the dishes and chopsticks, then sat in the pile of firewood with her knees in her arms and said softly: "Brother, your illness is cured, and the grandmother looks much better!"

"Well, the grandmother used to hit you because of me. Don't hate her. She won't hit you again in the future. I'll help you apply medicine!" Zhao Qi took out the medicine bottle.

"Yeah~" the little girl nodded softly, stood up and turned around, lifted her clothes, and her back was covered with scars under the faint fire.

Zhao Qi dug out some ointment with his hands, but the colored ointment was filled with a smell of Chinese medicine, and even a hint of coolness, which smelled very nice.

"Does it hurt?" Zhao Qi asked while gently applying ointment.

"It doesn't hurt!" Xiao Zhu's body trembled gently and replied softly.

"Hold on, it will be cured in a few days..." Zhao Qi spoke, and quickly applied all the scars on his back, legs and arms. The wound on his forehead had been applied to the medicine shop. Zhao Qi carefully checked the stool and now it was wrapped well, so he didn't open it and put it on again.

"The rest of me... I will do it myself!" Xiao Zhu turned around, shyly looking down at Zhao Qi.

"I'll go out for ventilation first. You can go to bed early after applying the ointment, don't worry about me!" Zhao Qi put the ointment in Xiaozhu's hand and walked out of the mountain temple.

"Brother, don't go too far, be careful of snakes!" Xiaozhu whispered.

At this time, a crescent moon rose to the east, with stars everywhere on the deep sky, while the lively harbor in the distance was still brightly lit, and there were still silhouettes and orchestras and singing and dancing in the night wind.

"We are still living so happy, I'm afraid we don't know that the country is about to be destroyed!"

Zhao Qi sat on the steps, his face full of helplessness and sigh.

Now that the Song Dynasty is about to perish, where should I go?

With my own knowledge reserves and the relaxed environment of the Song Dynasty, as long as I develop well, in a few years or ten years, I will definitely not have too many problems as a businessman with a wealth of family.

But if this is the case, once Mongolia destroys the Song Dynasty, the status of a slave in the country will not be pleasant.

Because according to the historical rule of the Mongol Yuan, the current prosperous and prosperous situation will be completely destroyed, and Chinese civilization will experience a great recession. The barbaric Mongols are not good at governing the country. Moreover, the Mongolian nobles encroached on farmland and robbed wealth and population. In addition, the war massacred a large number of Han people, divided the people in the ruling area into four levels to rule. In addition, the traditional Mongolian slavery system has not been completely changed, resulting in great destruction and regression in China's politics, economy, culture, agriculture, commerce, education, etc.

China began with the unification of Qin Shihuang, and its national strength reached its peak in the Tang and Song dynasties.

The Li Tang Dynasty was strong in military affairs, while the Zhao Song Dynasty was prosperous in economy.

These two dynasties established China's strong position in world civilization. With the Song Dynasty, the country's strong national strength once accounted for more than 50% of the GDP of the entire human world, and the GDP per capita reached about 500 US dollars.

The prosperous industrial and commercial environment of the Song Dynasty also opened up the dawn of modern Chinese civilization, making a traditional agricultural power a great country into a major industry and commerce. At the highest point, the tax on industrial and commercial tax once accounted for more than 70% of fiscal revenue, and the agricultural tax was only 25%. This proportion was not reached again until the New China in the 21st century. The prosperity of industry and commerce greatly stimulated the development of urbanization, and the urban population expanded extremely, and there were many large cities with a population of more than 100,000.

Even in the late Southern Song Dynasty, when the country was about to be destroyed, business and overseas trade were still booming. Apart from Mongolia, the foreign enemy, the country was quite stable. No one rebelled nor usurped the throne. From emperors and ministers to civilian beggars, a group of people were in a stable mood.

If you don’t want to be a slave to the country and be ruled by the barbaric Mongols, you either go overseas and find a way to make the Song Dynasty hard and follow the Mongols.

However, according to Zhao Qi's virtues of several generations of emperors in the late Southern Song Dynasty, the chances of the imperial court's Mongols winning were slim.

Unless you kill Jia Sidao and Zhao Feng, the Song Duzong, who is about to take office, you will change to an accomplished emperor...

Zhao Qi held his chin and looked at the sky full of stars and muttered softly. He sat alone for nearly an hour before he staggered into the mountain-breaking kiln.

Xiaozhu was already curled up and fell asleep in a bundle of hay beside the earthen stove. Through the star and moon light shining through the big hole on the top of the kiln, the little girl was holding a medicine bottle in her arms, and a faint smile on her dirty little face.

Zhao Qi did not alarm her, and lay on the haystack next to her and Yi. After tossing and turning for a long time, he calmed down.
Chapter completed!