Author: March

Of course, the First Emperor would not try an unproven new food himself.

CRRC Mansion made Zhao Gao a natural taster.

Zhao Gao did not hesitate and swallowed the red pepper whole.

Then, the whole face turned red visibly to the naked eye.

The refreshing taste of eating raw chili peppers is something that most people don’t dare to experience, especially in this era when most spices are mainly spicy, and there are few purely spicy foods like chili peppers.

It's a straightforward stimulation of the taste buds.

Spicy is a sensation of pain, not taste.

Zhao Gao was stunned and didn't eat it. He didn't dare to spit it out, chew it or swallow it.

"Spit it up..." The First Emperor noticed Zhao Gaobeng's expression and waved his hand.

Zhao Gao then spit out the half-chewed chili pepper and waited for a long time before expressing his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, this thing is extremely spicy. It may be used for seasoning. If you eat it directly, it is unbearable for ordinary people." Zhao Gao felt that his mouth was numb from the spicy taste. He thought it must have been swollen, but he couldn't see it.

Zhao Gao couldn't see it, but the First Emperor could.

Even the seriousness of the First Emperor could not help but laugh, but as a master of expression management, the First Emperor just smiled and waved: "Stand down."

Zhao Gao hurriedly retreated. Although he had spit out the pepper, his mouth felt like it was on fire. He wanted to drink water!

After Zhao Gao left, the First Emperor looked at the red peppers and remembered Zhao Gao's swollen mouth, but he couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

Fortunately, Zhao Gao ate first.

"It's extremely spicy..." The First Emperor's face showed contemplation.

In the end, I couldn't hold it back, but I remembered Zhao Gao's embarrassment, so I just broke off a small amount and put it in my mouth.

"Um……"

After a while, the First Emperor spit out the chili pepper in his mouth.

Purely spicy, not fragrant...

So much for curiosity about new species!

…

The next day, the sun rises!

The local government in Langya was busy again.

Although there are more than 400 crew members who have just returned, and most of the crew members' certificates have been lost, even those who have not lost their certificates need to be updated due to age changes.

But I have to say that Da Qin's administrative efficiency is really very high.

One morning passed, and a group of about 100 crew members had received the new test certificates, collected dry food and travel expenses, and said goodbye to Zhao Si one by one to prepare to return home.

One afternoon passed, and most people had received their passes and were ready to leave.

There are dozens more who cannot leave.

This group of people is very troublesome. Most of them have forgotten their place of origin.

Most of the people who followed Zhao Si to seize the ship and go to sea were boys and girls who grew up with Zhao Si.

Some children still remember their original place of origin, home address, and family members' names. In Daqin, an era dedicated to implementing population records, it is easy to find their original homes as long as they remember these things.

Basically, as long as the people are registered in the statistics, whether it is relocation, family separation, death, or other circumstances, the local government will have records.

What's terrible is that due to various reasons, a group of children have forgotten their place of origin when they grow up. Some children even forget their original names, while others vaguely remember which county their home is in.

They longed to go home, but they left home when they were young. Now, the belief that supported them across the sea suddenly found that they had forgotten where home was.

Zhao Si is also registering his place of origin and obtaining a new identity certificate.

Because he lost his test a long time ago, he didn't test this thing when he traveled through time.

I don’t even know where my home is…

"Where are you from?" the official asked in a formulaic manner.

"Forgot..." Zhao Si answered honestly.

"When I went out to sea, I encountered a storm and hit my head. I completely forgot about it." Zhao Si added.

The official frowned, then registered Zhao Si's name and said, "You will have to wait for a while in this situation."

Zhao Si's situation is not rare. Many crew members have completely forgotten their place of origin, which makes him seem a bit ordinary as a time traveler. He just forgets it more cleanly than other crew members.

After returning, many crew members were packing up to go back, and many crew members seemed to have already packed up and were waiting for Zhao Si here.

"Brother!" A crew member grabbed Zhao Si's arm.

"Let's go!" Zhao Si kicked him on the butt.

Say goodbye one by one and leave one by one.

Some people are happy, some are crying, and some are reluctant to leave.

Because of the dual factors of golden finger and mental age, Zhao Si has been the backbone of most of the crew since he was a child.

Even later, they seized the ship and went to sea, which became their ideological support.

In a strange place, on the sea, only Zhao Si was worthy of their lives.

"Brother!" Jing, a short and dark man, stood in front of Zhao Si.

"Let's go!" Zhao Si rubbed Jing's head.

"Brother, I plan to stay for a while." Jing smiled and sat on Zhao Si's bed.

"Aren't you going home?" Zhao Si frowned.

"I still have brothers at home. I have written a letter home and sent it out at the inn. I want to stay with my brother," Jing said.

One after another people left, and Jing knew that Zhao Si might be going to Xianyang City.

And he also knew that Zhao Si could no longer remember where his home was.

They had completed the long journey home under the leadership of Zhao Si, and Jing wanted to follow Zhao Si for another journey.

"Those who are unfamiliar with Xianyang City must have someone to take care of them." Jing patted the bed and pointed to the neatly placed jars on one side.

"Besides, I promised to send everyone home before, so I can't let you do this alone."

Zhao Si looked at the neatly arranged clay pots, his eyes slightly dim.

Inside the clay pot are all ashes.

There is no other way. The most fearful thing about the plague is the sea voyage. Moreover, the journey is far away, so the only way is to cremate the body, and the whole body cannot be left.

Bamboo sticks are written on each pottery pot, recording the corresponding place of origin. Under the pottery pot are the clothes they wore during their lifetime and the things they used in daily life.

Of course, there are also some who do not remember the specific place of their birthplace, and only ask Zhao Si to take them back to Da Qin and lay them to rest.

Zhao Si took away the crew of 900, but only 400 survived. This was largely due to his golden finger.

But of the more than 500 people left, only more than 200 urns were left behind.

More than half of the unlucky ones either fell into the water and could not recover their bodies at all, or the boat capsized and the urn sank in the sea together with the boat.

Zhao Si didn't have much sense of this era at first.

While in Fuso, people would die if they were opened, but it wasn't that frequent.

On the contrary, most of the more than 900 people who were taken out to sea by Zhao Si died after such a long time.

The most terrible thing is that these guys have great trust in Zhao Si after getting along day and night.

At first, Zhao Si just wanted to leave his own mark in this special era, satisfy his adventurous mentality, and accomplish some unprecedented feats.

The crew members themselves are also being exploited.

Later, Zhao Si really wanted to take them home.

"Yes, I have to send everyone home." Zhao Si looked at the remaining jars on the ground.

Most of them had been taken away by the crew members who were on their way home. A small number of them had no one on their way home, or they had forgotten their specific place of origin before they died.

There are more than fifty urns left, waiting for Zhao Si to deal with them.

Perhaps because of the golden finger, Zhao Si has a very good memory. Every time he sees a name written on a bamboo stick tied to a jar, the corresponding picture can appear in his mind, as if that person is really alive.

In Zhao Si's memory.
Chapter completed!